Nitpicky

When I was in the third, fourth, fifth and sixth grades I had a best friend named Janet. She and I were inseparable, or as inseparable a girl who wasn't allowed out of the house by herself, could be.

The summer right before I was about to attend fourth grade I had spent two weeks in the Philippines (this happens to be the last time I was there). While there I was always told not to stand too near to people, not to share hair brushes or let people touch my hair, because of head lice. This happens to be a common phenomenon there and my parents were afraid that we might not be allowed back into the US carrying such vermin.

Of course we were checked out at the immigrations building and having been found clean let back into the country. Now I had seen evidence of these head lice from family members and know exactly what to look for. And so our quick story begins...

We were a few weeks into fourth grade and of course Janet and I were sitting beside one another. One late September afternoon I happened to glance over at her smoothly combed back hair and saw a tiny, hairy, little creature weaving through her strands of hair and I leaned in closer, fascinated that I had found something, and saw that close to her roots were some white specks that I knew to be nits, or baby egg sacs that the lice deposit. I was an explorer and I had struck the mother lode. The only dilemma was that she was my best friend and I did not want to be a tattle tale.

It went back in forth in my head for the next fifteen minutes, tell or not to tell. Then the final bell of the day rang and I made up my mind. Once everyone traipsed out of class I stayed behind and told the teacher that I had seen a tiny bug crawling in Janet's hair. She thanked me and I headed home. The next day the teacher called Janet outside and spoke to her in undertones. When Janet came back to her desk her looked ruffled and she looked upset. I asked her what had happened and she said that the teacher checked her head for lice.

I don't know if she was ever found to have lice but I know that the nurse came in to talk about it and then we were searched. She never found out I was the one who told.

Me.

General Malaise and Other Symptoms

I find that I tend to be a hypochondriac. Nothing too serious, (although I've successfully convinced myself that I am living with some form of cancer and a brain tumor that causes me to inexplicably smell the scent of oranges). I love to self-diagnose and it never helped that I had parents who were nurses and had an array of books lying around for me to peruse. Now it's even easier with the internet. All one has to do is to google search "sore throat", "achiness" and "runny nose" and I have either a cold or some form of an STD. You never know in this day and age...

Well I gotta run... I think this stomach cramp must be a form of some kind of ulcer...

Me.

Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.

I've found out how Florida charms people into coming here. I always thought that it was because of the heat, the sunny days, the feeling that one is younger here in this eternal summer sunshine, stuck in a time warp where nothing changes. But really it's not that at all. The magic is not of the halting of time but rather the reliving of the best days of your lives: summer nights of youth. It's the twilight and the night that comes creeping in, cool and drowsy after a long hot day. It has the essence of all those magical childhood summers. Quiet, soft, lulling and alluring. Those summers where you were on vacation, at camp perhaps, some place new, inviting, different, where you've met new friends and everything was right in the world. It reminds me of the few summers when you've just touched that breach between childhood and adulthood when everything was enchanting because you've found someone and summer nights seem to be your very own, lending a feel of the surreal, where you feel as if the whole world was yours and you could do anything you wanted.


One month before I turn 25. God, am I that old?

Okee, gotta run.

Me

Comments Spam?

I didn't read the comment left by the second person in my last blog so I'm not sure if it was spam or just a joke...

Today, Monday by the looks of it, is going to be a busy-bee day for me. I've got laundry to catch up on, cleaning room, changing litter, vacuuming, calling of family members, getting caught up on shows, getting lists down for guests, looking up officiants, buying cat food and other grocery items, finish my current book, reading of H.P. for Soo, tidying up of car, practicing my vocal chords, cooking the various meals of the day, and of course the writing of a blog about the list of things I had to do. That is one down, only a hundred more things to do.

Ciao.
Me

P.S. Final thing to add: must write long emails to Aunt and cousin.

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
~ George Burns

And a few wedding details.

So today my family departs from Florida, to return to New York. I've come to realize that I can only take them in dribs and drabs. It's strange how seperately they're good and amusing but put them all together and it takes effort for me to continually stop myself from rolling my eyes or blushing with embarrassment. Now, this is not to say that I am embarrassed of them, it's just that often I find myself in queer and comedic situations when I am with them.

We took tours of the theme parks of Disney and on Wednesday we had lunch with the mothers (Rich, his mom and my mom and I, at the Magic Kingdom), after we viewed the "wedding locations". We are planning on having the wedding in the wedding pavilion, which we saw in rl and I was amazed at how big it was. I've seen pictures, of course, but this was breathtaking and beautiful. Then we went on a little series of trips to look at where we want the wedding held.

More on that at another time. Don't worry, we chose a place to hold it.

Now it is up to you, dear readers, to go out and tell your families of the plans. Rich and I have to choose an officiant, get our clothing and things organized, go to food tastings and cake pickings, settle the guest list, pick out invitations, decide a few things, such as charter buses, and overall get cracking.

The date? June 28, 2006. Please write this down! And if you are coming please choose one of the three Disney hotels that we will have listed on the "please remember the date" papers they will be sending you! It makes it tons easier that way. I am excited and scared, achey and exhausted. The four days that I had off were spent with family, lines and walking, walking and walking, spending a large amount of money on water because I was getting dehydrated after only an hour of walking beneath Florida's intensely vicious sun.

Alrighty, gotta get going. See y'all soon.

Me.

Halleluiah

So I found out today that I made it into the Christmas Chorus at work. I'm surprisingly enthusiastic. Yes, I know, that should be the norm reaction but then I was having doubts about it because that would mean that I would be spending more time in my working environment than one should sanely have. But then I think of work as school and things done within it's confines but really are outside of the definition of "work" labeled as extra curriculum, such as twirling and glee club. And yet it's hard to shed the idea that it is wrong, that is, the idea of enjoying myself at "work". I'm afraid that I do, however. I've felt part of a little family with squabbles and secrets and behind the back malevolence, but it's also filled with out right jolliness. Everyone likes me (except for two co-s) and I like them back (except for two co's).

Shh, we wont discuss the whos and whats here.

I'm tired. I can't wait for summer to be over. I dislike summer. I wont even give it capitalization in spite. It's drowsy and lumbering and hot and is taking it's lovely time to step out the door and bring some of the coolness and loveliness of Fall. I shouldn't hate summer though, since technically my b-day lands in the summer span but I claim it in the name of Autumn!

Just a month and 9 days until my birthday. And just a month and 15 days until Fall. Halleluiah!

Keep cool.
Me.

P.S. I'm awfully excited to have my family fly down tomorrow. We shall have ourselves a visit. Whoop-de-doo.

The Whole World Is Conspiring...

To shower me with good thoughts and warm wishes. Thursday's, I always feel, are my lucky days. Not only do I get paid on Thursdays but the realization always hits me that it is a good day because I never work on Thursdays. I get paid and I am not working. It's a great combination.

Two examples of lucky Thursdays:

Today as I was paying for my groceries at the supermarket I swiped my debit card and before I grabbed my receipt the cashier said in awe "wow! you're the first one that that's work on today! My last 6 costumers who've used that machine had to pay over there but it worked for you." I just smiled and said "neat" and went on my way. Then I had a second thought... why not purchase a scratch ticket, just to test this lucky Thursday theory. Well up I went, took the ticket, scratched it and found I won $25, from a two dollar ticket. Sweet. We will be treating ourselves to take out tonight.

Two Thursdays ago I said, "what the hey let's buy a scratch ticket" and did so only to find that I had won $25. Sweet.

And that concludes my essay on why Thursdays are my lucky day. Last Thursday I did nothing special.

Thank you.

Me.

Yeah I know I need to fix my side title bar so that it fits everything.
So what's new with you?

I have signed up for the company's annual Christmas Choir. They made it simple and easy, the first 300 people to sign up are in, so hopefully I was one of the first. I'll have to check again on Monday to see if I made it. Now everyone's scarying me, telling me that I have to audition singularly to see if I can get in. Wha? They didn't mention anything about auditions. crap. Well I was on the glee club and college choir so I guess I'm not too terrible. Just don't like the idea of singing in front of a bunch of people all by myself. That's why I joined up for a "chorus" and not a "soloist". Besides, they'll employ the help of the professional singers anyway. We're just backup. I have to memorize 16 songs for the performance and there's something like 50 hours of rehearsals from now til the end of November. Not too bad.

Also, I'm getting along with my wedding plans. We're going with the moms next wednesday to look into a few things and then hopefully we can finalize a few things. yay!! Will write more in a little while.

Me.