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chattyBrace yourself, this is long…
It’s so weird, during last football season and the end of last year’s NASCAR season, I barely updated. Now, it’s almost weekly.
I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore. I think that anything short of getting a good job, but not leaving home, will not please my mother. No, I still don’t have a job, but the difference this time is that I’m housekeeping, and that has kept her bitching to a minimal; Thursday, however, not so much. She had some class that day, so I knew she was coming home later than usually, so maybe I should have taken a shower a bit earlier than my normal time. Any road, she calls while I’m in the shower and then asks if I could open the door for her. I said, “Yeah, all right.” Maybe I sounded like I had an attitude or something, but like I said, I was in the shower when she called, and my ring tone is a bit startling. She comes to the door and says something like you know some of us have to actually leave the house. Dude, I’m standing at the door, wet, with a towel on, and it’s like 30? outside. Whatever. I guess she’s all annoyed with me now; but what else is new? Besides, nowadays, she can’t seem to go too long without being angry at someone in the house.
Why am I so scared of reality? What is it that others have that I don’t? I have no idea, but I better find out soon; this is not a healthy (mentally and physically) household. My mother is the type of person who will tell me that I don’t need all the junk food I’ll see on television, but the next time she’s gone grocery shopping, she brings home cookies, candy, and/or ice cream because it was on SALE. WTF? The other day, when I guess she felt I was rude to her or something, she pointed out that she bought me ice cream. I told her “thank you.” What I didn’t tell her was that I put it in the basement freezer and am trying to forget it. I’m trying to do a little something to begin a healthy lifestyle. I do the stairs everyday, well, I try to. Monday and Wednesday, I just seemed to run out of time, lame excuse I know, but I like to do it when no one is home, but I’m persistent. Hopefully, I can get up to 10-15 minutes a day. I’m only doing 5 at the mo, but for me, that is the longest 5 minutes ever, but it is starting to feel a bit shorter. Must be getting used to it.
In weeks to come, I may be getting best TV schedule ever! I don’t know when the Law & Orders stop their repeats, but I’m thinking soon I will get seven straight days of something to watch. A most unprecedented feat for me.
Sunday: NASCAR NEXTEL Cup Racing
Monday: The Riches (new show with Eddie Izzard; looks promising)
Tuesday: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Wednesday: Ugly Betty/ Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? (But they’re moving Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? to 8:00, and I may have to start recording it, because that is Betty’s time slot)
Thursday: Mythbusters and Lost (bestshowever)
Friday: Law & Order (Monk and Psych are gone until July)
Saturday: The Vicar of Dibley (It is so inappropriately funny, that British humor)
There has to be one week where all of these are new episodes (except for Vicar, but it’ll probably still be new to me) coming up soon. I have a feeling that when this happens, it will be the worst week ever, personally that is.
*All of the above was written last Thursday, March 8, 2007. Then Friday happened.*
Friday starts out kind of strange. I was having some weird ass dream, when my mother woke me up saying that my step-dad had two doctor appointments and that I had to go with him. In some strange way, it may be better for me to go like that, because since I wasn’t expecting it, I didn’t have a horrible sleep because of anxiety. Any road, the appointments go well enough, and I come back home, a bit tired; I was entertaining the idea of going back to bed. The phone rang about 12:00; I thought it might be my mother calling to know if there was anything of importance that she should know. It was Ashley. She wanted to know what I was doing that day, blah, blah, blah. Then she said they were trying to round up the usual suspects and stuff because they wanted to go out. One more try right.
They said to meet them up in Silver Spring. Even though it took me a half-hour to get ready, I still should have waited until they said that they were on their way, because it’s almost a straight shot. And I even got off one station before I was supposed to, and I still had to wait a long time. So, Phil and Ashley finally get there, and we go to this shopping center/mall. The mall sucks because all the best stores are outside, but it did have an Irish pub; made a mental note for next Saturday. We ate Subway (meatball sub rocks my socks!), and catch up. They said that Rem and his girlfriend, Luna, and Ashley’s friend Jen would meet up with us later and that they couldn’t find Lisa, but knew that she could only come if Mike came. Here, I find out that Ashley has the same disliking of Mike as I. It was comforting to know that someone else could see that he was so annoying and that it’s not me being jealous (more on this later).
We left Silver Spring (by the by, I bought the Borat DVD while there, haven’t watched it yet, depending on how outrageous it is, you know a mini-review is coming) and headed towards downtown. It was like 5:00, and they said that Rem and Luna weren’t going to come until later, and we still needed to burn some time. We went to this place that is next to the Verizon (old MCI) Center that had a movie theater, a couple shops, and a bowling alley called Lucky Strike. They wanted to go to the movies, but I said that we should wait in the bowling alley, because what if Rem and Luna show up and we’re in the theater, or they want to see a movie and we’ve already watched it. Lucky Strike is AWESOME!!! It’s a bowling alley/bar/pool hall. It was an hour wait to get a lane, and they gave us one of those pagers that restaurants use on a busy day, and we hit the bar. Oh. My. God. That was incredible, two big flat-screen TVs, and many smaller monitors showing all the basketball games on ESPN and ESPN 2. It got me thinking about football season. Lucky Strike was just so amazing, and it was kind of weird to me, maybe not to someone who goes out a lot and has heard of this before, but after 7:00, they enforce a dress code: no hats, sweats, or work boots; and after 9:00, all those under 21 "ain’t got to go home, but they got to get the hell out of there", so the saying goes. So we sat on these couches, and ordered some drinks. We got so twisted! I hade a house drink called a “Lucky Lemonade” (it was green), cranberry juice and vodka, a Pink Lemonade (it was blood red), and two Buttery Nipples (those are so good, they taste like butterscotch). We kind of hit the alcohol fast so it didn’t have the nice, subtle effect; instead, it hit us like a tidal wave. Ashley, being the pro she is, since liquor is much harder outside of the States, took control over me and Phil. She ordered some chicken strips (which were really good, and since I was so drunk, I kept going on about them) to help sober us up enough for more alcohol imbibing. After a second order of chicken strips, Rem and Luna showed up, and no more alcohol for us because Luna didn’t have any ID. We couldn’t even go to the Platinum Club like we had originally planned, but we were only going because of Ashley’s friend Jen (who didn’t show) was 20. I can’t believe we spent over $200 on drinks (minus $18, with the chicken strips being $9 a plate)! Why the hell is that stuff so expensive?
We met up with Rem and Luna outside the movie theater, where they wanted to watch 300, but everything was selling out. The one they wanted when they finally got in line was going to start at 10:30, but I couldn’t do that because that would have put me getting home and 2:00, and even though they offered to drive me home, that is way too far from where they live, and I was actually closer to home than they were. So then we decide to wait until their movie started, then I was going to go home alone. Fortunately, for me, all the showings sold out and I wouldn’t have to be by myself. We hung out at some sub shop while Phil and I dried out. Then I asked if they would wait for my line train to come so I wouldn’t have to wait at the transfer station by myself. I got home some time after midnight, and was way too tired to take a shower, and kind of fell into bed.
I was invited to go back out on Saturday, and we went up to Arundel Mills with Rem, Luna, Lisa, and Mike (tch**). We couldn’t get a hold of Phil and Ashley for the longest. It turned out that Phil had to work and Ashley had a “family thing” that she didn’t want to elaborate on, and I totally understood. We went to see 300, but being where we were, on a Saturday, we had to buy the tickets almost 2 hours in advance. Also, everyone was starving, and we headed towards the food court and decided to go to Chili’s. While we were waiting in line, they were having some sort of sports memorabilia fair going on. The absolute longing I had when I saw all that Steelers’ stuff that I didn’t need, couldn’t afford, and yet so desperately wanted. They had EVERYTHING: key chains, earrings, necklaces (I bought all these), wallets, jerseys, cups, cards, action figures, plaques, balls, and almost anything you could think of. And the autographed stuff? Forget about it. I may have been drooling at some point that day. Chili’s was really good; too bad there aren’t any close to us. The movie was okay, I kept turning on the radio on my mobile; and I had to keep my headphones on because the sound system was hurting my ears.
After the movie, we went for one last look around before all the shops closed, it was only my second time being there BEFORE the mall closed, but we won’t re-open those wounds. I found myself in Claire’s, where I found the cutest Grumpy Bear with a black umbrella and a black and white striped scarf! I HAD to have it. We finally gathered everyone together to hit the road back home. Pretty uneventful ride, but I had to ride the train with Mike until he could transfer to the Blue line. On Mike, I will say that he was better this time. He’s still too extreme for me, but as long as we keep the situations where I have to be around him to a few and far in between, I’ll be okay. He’s Lisa’s boyfriend *cough*problem*cough*. But one thing I wish they would work on was the PDA; he was all over her like a two-size-too-small sweater. Kissing is one thing, but that was damn near foreplay. And I noticed that, maybe because I’m more at ease or something with Ashley and Phil, but I didn’t feel as out of place with them.
Still, being the odd one out sucks, but I’m just not that fussed over anyone; well anyone I’ve got a shot with.
Sunday was the first time I was home not just to sleep. We went out early to look for stuff for my mother’s birthday, which is Saturday. The way she’s acting, I say we buy her a 12-pack of Bud Light, popcorn, DVD, and piss off, because she’s been a right hag lately. Then I settled down for the race, which was weird. Las Vegas put in a new track and the drivers, Tony Stewart and Kevin Harvick the loudest, had been complaining about it. But Smoke faired well (7th place), ever since the DNF at Daytona, he’s had two top-ten finishes, and is 13th in the points standings (this year, they expanded the Chase to the top 12 drivers). That rat-bastard Jimmie Johnson won. He won at the last two Las Vegas races, and as he crossed the finish line, he radioed to his crew chief, “Can you say three-peat?” Ugh. I can’t stand him.
Today, the normalcy kicked in, and it sucks. After such an eventful weekend, I realized that’s what I want; more Friday than Saturday. For the first time, ever since I turned 21, I felt over 21 (even though the cashier at Safeway said I looked 16, but I wasn’t mad at her). I know I’m always short with my friends, their punctuality being one of the biggest things that irks me, and it may not be them I experience that with, but that’s what I want. Some friends to go out with, maybe not every weekend, but every now and then, get drunk, hang out with, and make me forget my troubles. I’ve been wondering what I’ve been missing, and when I finally found out, I want more. I felt so alive, I didn’t have a care in the world except to keep the good time going. I can see how easy it is for someone to overindulge, but moderation is the key. I can’t wait to do that again, it might be with Ashley and Phil, it might not be, but I’m ready for it, not monetarily, but the spirit is up for it.
But my reality came crashing back down, and when my mother got home, she started bitching about how I need to clean the house better, do a room a day. Tch**. She asked if I remembered what shoes I could throw away of hers (not really) and she has these artificial flowers in her bathroom that are really dusty and that I need to wash them off. They probably need to be thrown away as well. I hate knick-knacks and stuff like that, and my feelings towards them are if you are going to have them, you have to take care of them. She’s allergic to everything except water (no joke). So, in order to lessen the dust build up, we should throw all this shit away. But maybe that’s just me. Tch**.
Well, that’s enough bitching for me, I’ve got to get in the shower and see if I can cram in Borat before The Riches come on. But I’m just going to grin and bear it, I’m not going to let her destroy my happy, and on Friday night, I was HAPPY!
But to help put me in a better mood…
Bad News/Good News- Bad news: that does NOT match. Sometimes I worry about that boy and his questionable fashion choices. Good news: HELL YEAH, TUMMY SHOT!!! He shaves his chest! So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, very HOT!!! He’s everything I could physically want in a man. I can’t say personally because I don’t know him. But in all his personal appearances (and there were a lot his birthday weekend at Disney World), he’s so politically correct; sometimes it makes me want to scream because his interviews are about as interesting as beige paint, but I’m not usually watching for any revelations from him. Then again, it leaves a bit of mystery about him.
Oh, and all of these photos are courtesy of Big Ben News. It’s an unofficial site, but it’s everything his site should be, except it doesn’t have his blog, but it’s not like he updates that much.
I’m phasing.
**Tch is that sucking your teeth noise.
P.S. Drunk photos to follow, although none of them have me in a shirt that says "Drink Like A Champion."