The Long Expected Update
Okay. So I have my new bedroom now. And a new Aragorn poster (ROTK) and a new dresser, and embroidery silk, and yards of fabric, and two new CD’s (Fighting Temptations Soundtrack and the Lara Croft 2 Soundtrack), and a new book (The Action Heroine’s Handbook.) And I am TOTALLY FREAKING OUT.
Sometimes it just hits me that I only have x amount of days until December and ROTK, and x amount of days is not nearly long enough to do everything I have to do. I need to learn how to sew. Fast. Fast and Furious- I need a sewing machine with NOS, dammit!
Lots of things have been happening. I can’t think of what half of them are. The store might be closing, since Ken didn’t do a damn thing that the health inspector told him to, and that’s about to get shoved right up his ass. Everyone’s losing their tempers; Fred made Lori cry in front of the donut case one day. It’s nuts.[Edit: Later. Post-dinner.]
Certainly one of the more entertaining dinners I’ve had in a while.
Mom's punchy. That’s what started it. That, and the beets.Mom asks Dad, Do you want some beets?
Dad says Yes. Is that all there is?
Mom says, No, there’s more in the pot. And she gives him some more.
Dad says, Did you just give me all of the beets?
Mom says, No, I didn’t. (She’s lying.)
Dad says, You gave me all the beets!
I did not!
You did too!
Well, I don’t want any!
Yes you do!
No I don’t!
Dammit woman, you want some beets! Here, take them back! (Dad picks up his plate to dump the beets onto hers.)
(Mom grabs the plate away.) NOOOO! I don’t want ANY BEETS AT ALL! I WANT TOMATOES!!!!
(Heather and Kelsey made faces. The beet juice mixing with butter looked like a horror movie gone wrong.)( The CIA Discussion )
Anyway, I’ve had a little time to calm down now. Of course, in that timeframe, I’ve smacked myself in the head with the door, tripped twice over the rug while dancing to the radio, and knocked over two boxes of something out in the hallway while trying to call Maurice, whose line was busy.
In other news:
~ My favorite pair of jeans now has an irreparable hole. I’m torn between throwing myself off a cliff or committing “Harry Canary,” as Joanie says.
~ I have discovered Toblerone. After reading about it in Bagenders, I was like, what is
that? Only the food of the gods. Muah ha ha.
~ Planning a trip to New York for the end of the month. Maybe. In between the opera and the wedding that I’m going to with Andy. I need a marzipan fix, a provolone fix, and black bean cakes or I’m going to die.
~ I have a pattern, but no fabric, for my costume. I found the perfect fabric for it, but it’s green. Grrrr.
~ I bought a Ghetto Evenstar. Go me! Cheapo knockoffs!
~ Saw “Kill Bill” yesterday. It was really good, in a bloodsoaked sort of way. “This,” spank, “is,” spank, “what happens,” spank, spank, “when you,” spank, “play,” spank, “with,” spank, spank, “Yakuzas!!! NOW GO HOME TO YOUR MOTHER!!!”
~ Cleaned out some stuff I’ve had hanging around since eighth grade. Found, among other things, some really bad fanfiction, my first (bug like, horrible) anime style drawing, the Fanfic Folder from High School (Sailor Moon! Hooray!) and the indomitable List of Ways to Die.
I’ve also been re-reading a lot of Anne books. I never read Anne of Windy Poplars for some reason, and I kind of randomly read it last week. It moves right up into second place of my favorite Anne books (Island being my all time favorite.) It was like, WHOA- it took me years to read this book, and on the very first page I find a sentence that I’d like to tattoo on myself.
Actually, the reason for the Anne books was the Silmarillion book. I took out “A Reader’s Guide to the Silmarillion” (a wonderful book, for those of you who didn’t quite absorb it all. It’s a giant summary, with a few comments that really clear things up) and was reading that, but then put that down to read Gossip Girl.
Gossip Girl is really… funny, I guess, in a weird sort of way. I really liked it, but there is no way in Hell that you can go from reading about Aveda facials and credit cards and screwing around in a Motel Six on the way to your Yale interview with your soon-to-be stepbrother, or whatever, to reading anything even remotely related to Tolkien without some sort of bridging book. Mine turned out to be Anne, and I’ve been kind of thinking like those books ever since. (You know- I betook myself to bed, and all that.)
But I got through everything without too many brain clouds. Hooray. I want to read the other Gossip Girl books. I thought they would be dumb, but they’re really not. It’s like the Princess Diaries, which I’m totally addicted to. Nothing like the movie at all. Princess Mia’s grandmother? Julie Andrews she is not. She’s a permanent-makeup, sidecar-drinking, domineering bitch. I love her. And her mom got knocked up by her algebra teacher (although she marries him.) So not Disney.
I think that’s enough babbling for now. I’ll probably have some more babbling to do later.
In fact, I’m relatively sure I will.
[Edit: My cat is chewing on my Aragorn poster. Bad cat.]