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- Where Jen and I live
i got pibber on my arm and still make the mad cash in the streets May 25, 2008
I have to first mention the INCREDIBLE video marshall posted up here…seriously, i know you’re going to think that i’m juusssstttt saying this BUT it’s really very true, awesome. jenny lenny and marshy larshy are just too cute for words. MWAH!
i wrote THAT lil message before she’d created ANOTHER masterpiece within mere hours of the other one. my personal video POM is kind of mind blowing for me to experience. thaaaaaank you marshall for helping me realize it’s okay to want to watch myself in my own personal music video.
my cat has pretty much changed my life hardcore. i love him like i’ve never loved anything. he’s so dependent on me and loves every bit of me just as i do him. i’m sitting here on my new fabulous bed in my faaaab new house watching him play with imaginary bugs and every string in the room. my room has turned into his room and i just live here with him…just as i like it. i’m with him every minute that i’m home. i’ve started drinking less and not staying up quite as late. he sleeps in my bed and we wake up together…or he wakes up and then i must as well. he makes every morning and every day a spectacular one. lovelove love him.
the doyles, liz, blair and i went to hairspray last night. it was maaaadness. such crazy fun…we pretty much OWNED the dance floor. next time i go i’m hoping i can get jen drunk enough on TRIPLE X SMIRNOFF ICE or is it TRIPLE BLACK? either way, you’ve got to come and dance it up next time, lady. my love for the doyles was reaffirmed and they made me remember how lucky i am to live in asheville and have the opportunity to make such incredible friendships with amazing people…just like the ladies and gentleman that are reading this. i love you allllll and i MISSSSSSSSSSS you!!!!!
worth mentioning May 23, 2008
it may be worth noting that i have just returned from mowing the grass. on a hella crazy riding lawnmower. not for the first time, but the second of the week. i mowed our lawn on monday, and then my grandma’s today.
also worth noting, my family is the gossipiest ever. it was priceless. we were standing in my grandma’s driveway and she was talking about her neighbor with my dad and my aunt, and i just couldn’t stop laughing. it was surreal.
i also find it mildly amusing/sorta annoying that some people don’t understand how long it takes to find a pointless retail job, much less a “real” job. i am waiting until the end of my days to hear back from starbucks and my grandma is telling me about how tricky the job market is, and i’m left thinking you can’t be serious that i’d be even considered for that kind of job, right?
i guess family members have an inflated sense of what options of the world would be out there for me. or maybe i’m just too pessimistic. ask me again at the end of next week, and if i still don’t have a job, i may or may not be a truly bitter lady.
other than that, life is good. i’ve been domestic all week. cleaning, and reading leisurely, and watching movies. funny. won’t be funny if it continues much longer, but for now it’s cool.
she made us drinks to drink; we drunk ‘em, got drunk. May 23, 2008
Couldn’t sleep again last night, and then spent my entire day at the hospital. Of course, there were road detours that sprung up [literally] overnight to thwart me, and of course, the cardiologist I saw was called away to put a Pacemaker in someone just as I arrived for my second appointment, but I had the carwash mix and Michael Chabon’s essays to keep me from losing my temper at any point. And it was all worth it, I suppose, to learn that I have absolutely no heart defects. Or at least, that’s probably the case. I’m going to have to wear this dorky, pager-looking “event monitor” to monitor my heart activity until I have another blackout. Seriously, here is an illustration:
Hopefully, I will look a little less crazo when I am wearing it. Oh, and while I’m on the visual track, here is what occupied my a.m. hours:
And unfortunately, I definitely looked crazier and more uncomfortable than the man in that picture, because the guy who did my echocardiogram was a creeper named Ricardo, and he looked at my tits but never at my face, so at least he didn’t witness the pained expressions I made as he jammed the probe into my abdomen repeatedly. And then I had to rush home and shower to rub the clear jelly stuff they use off of my torso, before dashing back to don another hospital gown and sit through more testing. Not fun, kids. But on the bright side, I probably just need to take salt tablets to keep my sodium levels in check, and then I might stop passing out. So yay for that?
What else? I get to see my baby brother (and his dollface of a girlfriend, and his cute-but-inconsiderate gay roomie) on Saturday, when we go pack up his dorm room! Although this OSU visit cannot possibly compete with Marshall’s and my marathon search for stories on the mean streets of Columbus, I am looking forward to it. And tomorrow, I get my new glasses and maybe some tackily adorable earrings I ordered from Etsy just so I’d have something to look forward to, because Erie really is that boring. And I don’t even get bored, on principle, but Jesus. My cat is making a tissue-paper nest for himself on my floor, and it’s hella-cute. I am in the process of making a mix CD called “songs to practice your fly-ass British accent to.” I’ll let you work out for yourselves who inspired this endeavor. I’ll give you a hint, though: I heard she’s a bisexual, she has a super-adorable new kitten in her life, and she’s pretty much destined for fame as soon as Marshall’s incriminating video footage comes to light!
I am off to maybe check out Marshall’s top-secret surprise for me (?!) and then to read a story and watch Golden Girls episodes, because I’ve earned it. I love you all, and cannot wait ’til we reunite!
get it May 22, 2008
ok first post, here we go.
first of all: hey hey hey to my girls!
so this summer is going reasonably well so far. i am still looking for a job, because a bitch has virtually no dollars in her life! it’s a sad look for sure. and it never fails to surprise me just how difficult is is to get a job, even at some lame ass stores! also to complicate that factor in a ridiculous way is the fact that i was fired from banana, and probably would have bad references from them and barnes & noble at the very least. ew. but the places i’ve applied so far have seemed hopeful for me, and told me they’d let me know something this week. here’s hoping. otherwise i will just have to stop being so picky and may end up working somewhere completely uncool/hatable. fingers, toes, eyes, and legs crossed fa rull!
in other (more exciting news), i had a fucking amazing time at the erykah badu/roots show with brian! omg. here’s a video of some of the highlights that someone posted on youtube if you wanna see 
we definitely snuck in little bottles of vanilla stoli to mix with soda for the show – like 12 of them! if that isn’t ghetto enough for you, please understand that we had no idea where the coliseum was (even though i’d been before), and once we got there we could not find the will call place (despite asking for directions from 2 workers who sent our ass in every wrong direction!). we met another lost lady named amber and we bonded, but that bitch had 7th row seats so she promptly left our ass once she got in (but we saw her after the show . so i was feeling nervous about sneaking the vodka in, but thank god brian is way better at playing shit off than me (and he had more pockets), because i definitely dropped on right out in the middle of everything! yeah, i’m clumsy and lost at all times.
the roots went first, and they were crazy hot. i wish i had that much energy. they were all over the place. even the guy with the huge ass horn thing was dancing around and being crazy. they did some old school stuff and some of the newest songs from their most recent album, rising down. they even did biz markie’s “just a friend!” they got everyone hyped up, though, which made for some really good energy and a lot of fun. which meant brain and i had to go mix our drinks in the bathroom afterwards and get our esspurience on.
ms. badu was late as hell to come on, but it was worth the wait! from the second she was on, she had us hooked. she was giving it up and telling the truth on things. she did a lot from new amerykah, and then brought in old school badu a little after she’d gotten started. she was banging some crazy ass drum like it had done her wrong, and she had the hottest shoes, and the whole thing was fierce and famous. she played this song called “annie (ain’t don’t wear no panties),” which cracked me up.
when she did “green eyes” she had two red yoga balls and she was dancing with them and throwing them around to people on stage before kicking them out into the audience. badu is crazy. then she finished off with “bag lady” and “honey.” she was getting people in the audience to take the mic on some parts, and not a damn one could sing, which was wildly entertaining, and she’d be like, “go ‘head queen, go ‘head brotha” no matter how bad they sounded. she didn’t have the big fro, but she was rocking those shoes and a purple hoodie at one point. brian kept yelling for her to “sing tyrone!” and many others were wanting the same thing. i was too busy dancing to care. amazing show.
then we went and got some wine, and some cosmic cantina, and had a madonna sing-a-long in the car on the way to my house, where we watched strangers with candy and the simple life drunk out of our minds until morning. i spent the next day in bed with brian, avoiding cutting the grass until 30 mins before a storm when i started and had to come in. we watched the opposite of sex and american beauty, and then my parents came home from their 29th anniversary weekend.
instead of job hunting today, i watched the entire angels in america in the morning, and then slept the rest of the afternoon. i cleaned up the house some after that, and then my family came home and we all watched enchanted.
yeah, life is good.
except that i miss all of you! and i need dollars so i can visit. but we gonna work it out.
much love, ladies!
.:jeff:.
Well, now that the gang’s all here. . . May 21, 2008
Before I say anything, I thought I’d pass along a link to MoveOn’s site where you can sign a get-well-soon card for Ted Kennedy. Since Ted Kennedy is pretty much awesome and incredibly important, and one of the last people that should be stricken with a malignant brain tumor, it’s probably a good idea to sign the card. Plus, you might rack up some karma points. Who knows?
Speaking of karma: I finally, finally wrote to Jason after he had the nerve to “woo” me on OKCupid, and I told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off and get out of my life. And so far, he has, which is a plus.
I just came back from the strangest neurologist on the planet, who found nothing physically wrong with me, but said I really need to get in to see a cardiologist. Dad pulled some strings, and I’ve got an appointment coming up sometime soon, which will hopefully NOT involve a tilt-table test. But probably, it will. I guess it’ll be worth it, to figure out what’s going on, because I am still passing out, and my parents still don’t entirely believe me.
Have you guys seen the trailer for The Strangers? It is a scary movie, and the previews alone are scaring the bejeezus out of me. If you’re feeling curious, and/or ultrabrave, check it out: http://youtube.com/watch?v=nCU0k_jbCUo. And if you are down for going to see it with me, then I will probably be your best friend forever, because I can’t help it: I like being scared shitless by things that have no actual bearing on my daily life. I figure, I have nightmares almost any night anyway, so I might as well spice things up and introduce masked strangers wielding weapons to my inventory of terrifying thoughts. It’s probably healthy for my imagination. Or something.
My grandmother is calling to tell me what I missed on today’s episode of One Live to Live, which is delightful. Off to catch up – I love and miss all y’all. And will see you soon if I have anything to say about it! (I’m officially accepted to UNCA all over again, so it’s all happening. . .)
lunch with the moms May 21, 2008
I’m going to have lunch with Mom at school. Bringing Will-Jam-a-Hamm.
He brought his mattress here, which I kind of like. It’s more comfy than the futon.
LOVE!
