Harry Potter's Birthday Is Tomorrow
Did you know that Harry Potter and I are the same age?
My b-day's a month and a half away.
My cat vomitted on the rug. They look like pinkish, orange, wet, turds.
I've had a cold the past few days and my voice sounds heady and stuffy.
I want an RV and go around the country in it.
There is a concentration of apple cider vinegar at the bottom of a stubby glass by my herb pot.
The air conditioner has yet to go on and the room is beginning to feel dizzyingly musty and warm.
I wish there were separate apartments for smokers only.
I want to go out and bike around the campground.
The palmetto bug that lives in the stairwell plots the best way to fly at me and bite me.
The wasp sentry sent a thug to fly by my head and intimidate me. They know that it was I that killed their friend.
I really like my scrambled eggs with scallions and melted cheese.
Titan gods are awesome and scary.
I think I have to go now.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
"No Good Deed Goes Unpunished"
That, to me, is such a pessimistic quote but, nonetheless, it ran through my head today when I saw someone who needed help and I had a solution for it. I'm still wondering if I had done the right thing or should I have done my first initial inkling.
Early this morning, I was at the Wal-mart a few miles down the road and just getting back to my car when I heard someone mention my town's name. Looking around, I saw someone who needed directions and was asking someone else for them. The man gave that person general directions and even a specific landmark to look for. That person then stood there and looked around, saw someone else pull in and asked that person for directions.
That was the back story, now here's the dilemma...
Whilst I was heading back home and could easily have told the person to follow me to the general location (initial inkling) I then thought, well maybe I shouldn't because I am a lone female and what if this was just a scheme of some sorts? Then of course it volleyed back and forth, so that I sat in my car and thought awhile on it. I saw that the man (yes it was a man, hence the restraint) had an actual print out of where he was going and seemed to have two children waiting around in the car, but then I thought, what if those children are decoys and are really to help put someone's barriers down? I then saw that after asking two people, who both gave him general but helpful directions he still stood there as though unsure, so I thought, hmm, what's up with that? But then I thought, well, he has out-of-state plates and I would be dubious with such info, especially if I had somewhere important to go to, and maybe he was holding back 'til someone gave him very specific directions. I know people who are terrified of driving without specific, inch-by-inch directions. However, he was wearing very inconspicuous clothing and a baseball cap and sunglasses...
But in the end, my prude-ness/caution won out and I drove away without helping him but left with nagging thoughts about not helping a fellow human being/what would Jesus do?/I should have been more friendly as befitting my town and my general disposition.
What do you think?
I definitely would have helped a woman with kids. Men, you're on your own...
Me.
That, to me, is such a pessimistic quote but, nonetheless, it ran through my head today when I saw someone who needed help and I had a solution for it. I'm still wondering if I had done the right thing or should I have done my first initial inkling.
Early this morning, I was at the Wal-mart a few miles down the road and just getting back to my car when I heard someone mention my town's name. Looking around, I saw someone who needed directions and was asking someone else for them. The man gave that person general directions and even a specific landmark to look for. That person then stood there and looked around, saw someone else pull in and asked that person for directions.
That was the back story, now here's the dilemma...
Whilst I was heading back home and could easily have told the person to follow me to the general location (initial inkling) I then thought, well maybe I shouldn't because I am a lone female and what if this was just a scheme of some sorts? Then of course it volleyed back and forth, so that I sat in my car and thought awhile on it. I saw that the man (yes it was a man, hence the restraint) had an actual print out of where he was going and seemed to have two children waiting around in the car, but then I thought, what if those children are decoys and are really to help put someone's barriers down? I then saw that after asking two people, who both gave him general but helpful directions he still stood there as though unsure, so I thought, hmm, what's up with that? But then I thought, well, he has out-of-state plates and I would be dubious with such info, especially if I had somewhere important to go to, and maybe he was holding back 'til someone gave him very specific directions. I know people who are terrified of driving without specific, inch-by-inch directions. However, he was wearing very inconspicuous clothing and a baseball cap and sunglasses...
But in the end, my prude-ness/caution won out and I drove away without helping him but left with nagging thoughts about not helping a fellow human being/what would Jesus do?/I should have been more friendly as befitting my town and my general disposition.
What do you think?
I definitely would have helped a woman with kids. Men, you're on your own...
Me.
Friday, July 13, 2007
"And Hell Yeah, I'm The Mothuhf**king Princess"
Ima gonna tell y'all a little storeh.
Picture it... all-girls high school, 1997-1998.
My final year in a school that had grown increasingly inadequate, in other words, it was getting too small, literally and figuratively. I yearned to breathe the fresher air of some other place, to meet other people and no longer have the same 70 girls I've known for four years around me. I was tired of the fug that I breathed day in and day out.
The feeling was mutual. There was a dramatic shift in our final year together. Cliques and best friends no longer spoke to one another and it was a year for outcasts. Many new islands formed at lunch, with girls who were ousted and suddenly found themselves breaking bread with nerds, a rejected 'princess', smellies, cheerleaders... There was also an outbreak of wars between people who had been sewed at the hip to one another the last three years. That year, Ebony and Erin had a screaming match during homeroom. Ebony was seen running down the hallway and was followed by the clatter of a desk as it crashed against the walls. Melissa and Annmarie didn't speak, didn't look at one another, except to glare and whisper some lie or truth about the other. And both sets of twins were out for the other set.
All around me hell had broken loose. It seemed that our tight bonds were succumbing to the pressure of the ever-increasing crush from a school that was shrinking. People wondered if we would make it to graduation day or would we eat eachother alive.
I see now that many of the friendships were made in self-defense. These people would hardly have been best friends in the outside world but forced to do so in such a small environment. Given a glimpse of a freedom our eyes finally saw what we hid from ourselves the past three years. These people sucked! Why did I ever listen to one thing she said? She's just so stupid!
I think back and wonder if maybe it wouldn't have escalated so far if we were a bigger school, a school of hundreds in one graduating class rather than 70.
At this time my friendships had started to pull apart, there were no screaming matches or knives in backs, there were still phone calls and shared lunch tables and gossip. But this was the time I met Rich and so I drew apart, often watching what was going around me in disinterest. It was surreal. I didn't get caught up in all the politics, and a part of me had foreseen this the first days of freshman year, when everyone began to form, and so I wasn't surprised when it did happen. The feeling was almost "didn't I read this somewhere?" or "wasn't there a movie made about this?"
In the end we picked up the broken pieces, trying to hold everything together with some invisible tape but the cracks were showing, the damage was obvious. Some people managed to forgive one another "for the sake of what once was" and the rest of us held together with the attitude of "grin and bear it, it's almost over." So we made it to graduation, without a hitch, but once I said 'goodbye' to everyone, I never looked back.
Fin.
Me.
Oh yeah, my ten year reunion is coming up.
Ima gonna tell y'all a little storeh.
Picture it... all-girls high school, 1997-1998.
My final year in a school that had grown increasingly inadequate, in other words, it was getting too small, literally and figuratively. I yearned to breathe the fresher air of some other place, to meet other people and no longer have the same 70 girls I've known for four years around me. I was tired of the fug that I breathed day in and day out.
The feeling was mutual. There was a dramatic shift in our final year together. Cliques and best friends no longer spoke to one another and it was a year for outcasts. Many new islands formed at lunch, with girls who were ousted and suddenly found themselves breaking bread with nerds, a rejected 'princess', smellies, cheerleaders... There was also an outbreak of wars between people who had been sewed at the hip to one another the last three years. That year, Ebony and Erin had a screaming match during homeroom. Ebony was seen running down the hallway and was followed by the clatter of a desk as it crashed against the walls. Melissa and Annmarie didn't speak, didn't look at one another, except to glare and whisper some lie or truth about the other. And both sets of twins were out for the other set.
All around me hell had broken loose. It seemed that our tight bonds were succumbing to the pressure of the ever-increasing crush from a school that was shrinking. People wondered if we would make it to graduation day or would we eat eachother alive.
I see now that many of the friendships were made in self-defense. These people would hardly have been best friends in the outside world but forced to do so in such a small environment. Given a glimpse of a freedom our eyes finally saw what we hid from ourselves the past three years. These people sucked! Why did I ever listen to one thing she said? She's just so stupid!
I think back and wonder if maybe it wouldn't have escalated so far if we were a bigger school, a school of hundreds in one graduating class rather than 70.
At this time my friendships had started to pull apart, there were no screaming matches or knives in backs, there were still phone calls and shared lunch tables and gossip. But this was the time I met Rich and so I drew apart, often watching what was going around me in disinterest. It was surreal. I didn't get caught up in all the politics, and a part of me had foreseen this the first days of freshman year, when everyone began to form, and so I wasn't surprised when it did happen. The feeling was almost "didn't I read this somewhere?" or "wasn't there a movie made about this?"
In the end we picked up the broken pieces, trying to hold everything together with some invisible tape but the cracks were showing, the damage was obvious. Some people managed to forgive one another "for the sake of what once was" and the rest of us held together with the attitude of "grin and bear it, it's almost over." So we made it to graduation, without a hitch, but once I said 'goodbye' to everyone, I never looked back.
Fin.
Me.
Oh yeah, my ten year reunion is coming up.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
When last we left off, our fearless hero was about to commence with a battle. A battle between bad and good, of millions against one. Would our hero make it out alive?
Yesterday I sprayed "oust" into our rubbish bench, just outside of our door. Before I sprayed I could only describe the smell as heinous. A rancid mixture of decaying vegetables, meats, cat poo, and other things and added to the mix was the heat of the July sun and humidity beating upon it day in and day out. Not a good combination.
So, feeling badly for the people who pick up our mess every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I sprayed away. It was a citrus fragrance that proclaimed that it got rid of odor causing bacteria via death. Like some lab experiment, the smoke rose and billowed in waves, rising from the depths of the trash bag, off the sides of the bench and into the hallway. I imagined millions of odor bacteria swept up in a vapor tide of death, emitting high pitched "noooooo"s before succumbing to the light at the end of the tunnel (so to speak).
Then, after exhausting my trigger finger, and feeling somewhat victorious I started to march back into our place/pad/flat/abode... and then I got a delicate whiff.
It smelled like lemony poo.
Me.
Yesterday I sprayed "oust" into our rubbish bench, just outside of our door. Before I sprayed I could only describe the smell as heinous. A rancid mixture of decaying vegetables, meats, cat poo, and other things and added to the mix was the heat of the July sun and humidity beating upon it day in and day out. Not a good combination.
So, feeling badly for the people who pick up our mess every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I sprayed away. It was a citrus fragrance that proclaimed that it got rid of odor causing bacteria via death. Like some lab experiment, the smoke rose and billowed in waves, rising from the depths of the trash bag, off the sides of the bench and into the hallway. I imagined millions of odor bacteria swept up in a vapor tide of death, emitting high pitched "noooooo"s before succumbing to the light at the end of the tunnel (so to speak).
Then, after exhausting my trigger finger, and feeling somewhat victorious I started to march back into our place/pad/flat/abode... and then I got a delicate whiff.
It smelled like lemony poo.
Me.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Lost In Translation
I know that relationships have an inner language, like you all don't know what "morsels" or "huddons" or "ellbald" are.
I thought of this the other day and wondered if we were to have kids, I would have to stop some of the talk because I wouldn't want my kids to grow up thinking that those were real, correct terms for things. For example, my mom used made-up words for private parts and so I grew up thinking that those were the actual words for them, until one day I told this word to someone and ended up getting laughed in the face, finding out a little too late that this was not the correct term.
I also don't want to end up like my parents and a lot of other parents who refer to eachother as "mom" and "dad". Ew. Imagine, it's so used in your vocab that one night you look over at your husband or wife and say "mom/dad, let's do it." Blghh!
But I wonder if the inner language can still exist, even with kids, but separately? Or will it vanish slowly or get outgrown and old, along with shoes and clothes and toothbrushes? Or just wont be as sharp, or will be replaced with new words? I'll let you know.
Me.
P.S. Hope your fourth of July was spectacular!
I know that relationships have an inner language, like you all don't know what "morsels" or "huddons" or "ellbald" are.
I thought of this the other day and wondered if we were to have kids, I would have to stop some of the talk because I wouldn't want my kids to grow up thinking that those were real, correct terms for things. For example, my mom used made-up words for private parts and so I grew up thinking that those were the actual words for them, until one day I told this word to someone and ended up getting laughed in the face, finding out a little too late that this was not the correct term.
I also don't want to end up like my parents and a lot of other parents who refer to eachother as "mom" and "dad". Ew. Imagine, it's so used in your vocab that one night you look over at your husband or wife and say "mom/dad, let's do it." Blghh!
But I wonder if the inner language can still exist, even with kids, but separately? Or will it vanish slowly or get outgrown and old, along with shoes and clothes and toothbrushes? Or just wont be as sharp, or will be replaced with new words? I'll let you know.
Me.
P.S. Hope your fourth of July was spectacular!
