re: goodbye pee leg (?)
I was going to post this on Kelly&Steph's blog, but since Steph is absent from blogworld and I'm not sure if Kelly will read old posts, I thought I'd just put this on my own blog, even though the chance is high it won't get seen!When cleaning up the roof, I grabbed the cds out of Will's hands (I did think he was trying to steal my cds--I am crazy about this for some reason, probably bc my brother still steals cds from me and lies about it to my face) and I didn't realize til I got home tonight that I have some of Kelly's AND the Gwen megamix that Steph made for Tommy. So Tommy, I hope you read this--your cd isn't missing, it wasn't tossed off the roof along with your shoe. I can mail it to you once you get to your Kennedy mistress-hiding pad. And Kelly, I'll bring your discs into the city next time I'm there. I realized I don't even have your phone number? Maura probably does though. I hope you can do without Thriller for at least a few days. Nellyville though, that I might have to FedEx.
happy 23rd katie!
Today, which I already saw is being called "7/7" due to recent attacks in London, is also the day on which Katie Tomaszewski was born! The world was changed and much funnier because of this birth. Kate's in Maine right now, and I'm excited for her to come home. Though we'll be one less girlfriend since Will is embarking on...what do we call this? Summer fun? Real World: Skopolos? Regardless, he may never make it to Greece; Danger was supposed to arrive in Detroit last night, but I wonder if it didn't slip out of gear suddenly on the highway? Oh well, then they could rent a Caddy and have way more room and style. The trunk alone could fit three people. I'm thinking about that 7/7 comment and wondering if Seagrams will have to invent a new name for their famed cocktail concoction. Maybe Ben should be the one to name it. I feel particularly bummed about London, especially since they had just gotten the Olympic bid. I wonder if this just is going to be part of the future landscape, and it isn't some sort of extremist fad. My dad did just come in here and ask me to turn down the "bass." And I'm listening to Stevie Wonder. Things are better with them, I guess, but my frustration/annoyance level is still high. It's a bit more subdued today since I'm so tired. I missed my train this morning and Rog had to come and pick me up at Adams & DesPlaines. I played pretend Mom this afternoon for longer than I thought and didn't get home until 930. I nearly passed out reading "Madeline" aloud at 8pm and knew I was done for after Lizzie and Doyle went to bed and I had to sit on this amazingly comfortable armchair reading West Suburban Living. I got to read about my own bookstore's Harry Potter event Friday the 15th, and read my co-worker Kathleen quoted. Then I passed out sideways and woke up when I heard the garage door opening. This post kind of sucks. I'm can't believe Will and Tommy are gone! With no guarantee of returning! I hope the road trip is fun, and if you guys happen to read this, let me know about New York and I'll see if I can talk to my friend Anna for sleeping space. Oh, one final note: no dice on Prentice Hall, and I'm relieved. I was afraid to consider having to turn down an offer since I'm not so gung-ho on corporate world at the moment. Now I have more options and opportunities and I can focus on what I want to focus on. I just don't think at this very moment I can sign on for a career-track job. Maybe next week though.
od'ed on sun, bbq, and "family time"
I drove home today from my lakehouse in my dad's Honda (thankfully) and I was able to slide through all the horrible Milwaukee contruction traffic, Kenosha outlet malls traffic, Great America traffic, and Northern suburbs asshole traffic--I swear, once I passed Great America, all the Illinois license plates started really driving like retards. I bought a bunch of cds this weekend (er, from Wal-Mart! Danielle and I were there by 8am when it opened bc we wanted to make my parents breakfast, and we also went shopping. Well, I went crazier than she did, which seems to be the theme of the weekend) and the definitive Def Leppard double-disc collection was among them, so I didn't care too much. Plus, I know I've already talked about this, but new Honda Accords are dream machines! Dan Spain has one too (actually, Rog's exact twin car) and he was up at the lakehouse this weekend too. They ride so smoothly and I felt kind of like Michael Knight since everything in the car was right at my disposal. Thinking of Kitt make me miss my original car, the Techtronic, an '85 Nissan Maxima. Too bad Le Chris' stupid drunk friends drove it around in 2nd gear at Denison, or it would probably still be here today.I'm exhausted. I spent too much time this weekend defending myself. Everyone kept yelling at me to go to bed, or back off, or chill out, or be quiet, etc. Quit tiring to hear this all the time from drunken family members and friends. Chris asked me point-blank, "Sarah, what do you have to prove? Why are you in everyone's face all the time?" Well, family, the answer to this question is, "That I'm not crazy! Certifiably insane!" Jerks. I'm sick of it. I have to move out, or at least have a concrete plan to get out, before they really do make me crazy. I realize I'm more hyper than normal, but hello, I'm not self-medicating for the first time in almost a decade. Of course I'm more hyper/excited; I'm not stoned all the time, or drunk. I have to take a shower and then I'm going to start Melissa Banks' "The Wonder Spot." Early sign-off for this July 4th, which I'm pretty sure is also a first. At least since I was 15 or 16. Normally, I would have been drunk for 8 hours by now. Or getting re-drunk after passing out/throwing up, and beginning again. Kind of a relief not to worry about waking up tomorrow on my day off with my head in the toilet. Yay, a minor victory.
