...cant believe its février already... and the end of it at that...
oh there are things to say. important things that elude me.
so instead ill tell of simple ones
...it took me 3 years to use the Borders gift card i won during a debreifing game on the MT. i carried it around in my wallet until a couple days ago. I wasnt saving it or anything. Most of the time i simply forgot it was in there. ...and i usually spend more than $15 when i go there (...and now whenever i can i just go to Powells...). I suppose i could have wanted in case of an emergency... *i spend money on books before i spend money on food... at times it is a bit unhealthy... i admit. But walking up to the register with those 4 books in my hand... i suddenly remembered the card in my wallet, and not usuing it when i had the opportunity simply seemed obsurd. how odd that it took so long to remember such a small thing every time i bought some books... sometimes it is so easy to forget things that make so much sense. ...oh i do it far too often...
cars...
Tiffany decided to have her baby shower as close to the birth of her son as possible... [Travin Stadler was born just a few days ago... a little guy at 5.7 still outweighed both his sisters... all are well]
we hosted the shower at my parents house... although, the royal "we" is not truly appropriate in this circumstance. My parents are both in Florida... my mother has been there for a month now... on the whim of one of their country club friends who decided to cheer herself out of her "im turning 50" glum by spending a month in a florida condo with friends... its a rough life, i'm sure... but my parents are having a blast and for that i am grateful. ...However, the Atlantic beach party meant that I would have to host the shower at my parents house alone... so i drove the 5 hours northeast, happy to help Tiffany and excited to get some alone time. ...Tiffany and i have known each other since we were 8... i have scars to tell stories of our adventures ... the ones you have as adolescents... where the world looks completely understandable and you are invincible... and your heart is perpetually broken... Tiffany was my sister, my twin, and my partner in crime... and i was happy to host her shower... ... ... but i forgot about all her high school friends. Tiffany was a cheerleader. She morphed from a hick to a prep some time freshman year... and though she maintained her charming heart... her friends were far less attractive to me. I had forgotten that they would be the attendees. C'est la vie. I served them punch and talked with the english teacher for a while, the dancer who studied in spain, and the friend of my parents... and trying to make sure that Tiffany had a great time and ignoring the surprised "oh *you live here?"s from the girls... i had forgotten all about them... and frowned at myself to discover pettiness present at remembering them. In the end I believe i conquored the inner beast and all had a great time. ...though i was thankful when everyone departed, i admit.
...the next day i was packing things up in my car to take back to the apt (essentials... like books and paint) the neighbor came up and abruptly asked "do you know who's car this is?" ... i was a bit stunned... (this is not the kindly cup-of-sugar neighbor... but the if-your-dog-barks-one-more-time-Ill-call-the-humane-society-neighbor) I smiled and asked her what she meant... and she pointed out the red handa that had run into her house... leaving marks over my driveway and lodging itself in her garden, and against her window... my jaw dropped and i tried to think of someone with such a car... to no avail. I called my father, who fortuitously was just going on lunch, and she called the police... i had all kinds of stories running through my head about stolen vehicles and drunken driving... at 1 in the afternoon... and then i knocked on another door... and the story turned from scary to sad. The tearstained teenager emerged shaking... she had put her things in the car, and forgotten to check the e-brake... the car had simply rolled accross the street... into the unfriendliest neighbor's house... the policeman showed up just before my dad... fortunately he was kindly and helped make some peace... playing down the event as much as possible... my dad and i went out to lunch after making sure that ashley was ok, and the neighbor wasn't too shaken up by the crash... then i drove on home again... over that pass...
then there was evan's meet in Seattle (see the previous post) ...it was sunday afternoon and i was tired... not just i, in fact, we were all tired. We fell asleep in the car while dad went inside to wait for announcements on when finals would begin. ...3 hours later i woke up and decided i should go in and check on things too... but one touch to the door handle and "beep beep beep beep" the alarm goes off. Now, WHY would the alarm go off if the door is opened from the *inside? but it did. ...and, just my luck, there was a security guard stading right accross the parking space. he sauntered over and asked what was going on... trying to sleepily explain myself wasn't working well... and he had to detain me untill my father came out and showed him the key to demonstrate that i actually belonged to the car...
...cars
...i took this test what seems like years ago... it could have been... still scored the same...
good thing internet quizes with 5 questions are so accurate, huh?
...still didn't help me with the cars though...
You're the United Nations!
Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to
completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long
way to go. You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each
other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of
beating each other about the head and torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes
it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart
is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
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and on that note... i beg forgiveness from Joy and Yasmin... and the countless others who know who you are... you are not forgotten...
...and thank the lovely jen gable for another lovely weekend
lovely lovely lovely
in the words of a Tunisian favorite: "life is life"
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