What's going on with me?
Still not a winner at bingo, even with my lucky new tattoo.
The wrist is healing up nicely, if itchily. It’s not scabby or red or anything, but the tattooed part is raised. I think at some point the raised bits are supposed to fall off, leaving the tattooed skin below. Is that right? It seems wild, like the ink is proliferating like mad just under the skin, and to distract you there’s the surface ink, but then when it’s ready it makes a big Triumphant Entrance.
Or something. I’ve had some wine tonight. (Big surprise; it’s winter break.)
E and I went to bingo at the legion tonight and neithor of us won a game. I thought perhaps my new tattoo would bring my luck (ie. pay for itself in one fell BINGOOOOO! swoop), but not yet. Poor E – we’ve gone on and off for about nine months now and he’s never won. I won twice, early on in our visits. Just enough to get me hooked for life, apparently.
I got my hair done today – it’s maroon red and glossy and swingy and I got some long side bangs too. Is it just me, or is it odd that people (stylists) refer to “bangs” as “a bang?” As in, “Let’s do a nice long side bang.”
I MEAN. Is it just me, or is “Let’s do a nice long side bang” a ridiculously propositional-type way to propose cutting a few pieces of hair??
One reason I went for such a big hairdo thingy today is that Saturday I leave for DC for a week, to visit my mom/stepdad and high school friends, and I wanted to look nice for them, so that they think that I always look nice, and not just on my twice-yearly visits.
ALSO, and this is lame to admit, but my best friend just got engaged and the visit will involve lots of bridal planning/shopping/etc, and I just wanted to look really attractive for all that. You know, so I’m not the Dumpy Friend. I’m perfectly fine with being the Single Friend, as long as we can tack Attractive to the beginning there.
Hi! I’m shallow, nice to meet you.
11.25.2006
omg. I DID IT.
Have a last look at my sweet little virginal wrist, taken a few hours ago…
Cause holy muthafuckin shit, I got a tattoo!
I love it! It looks pretty blurry here because of the saran wrap, but don’t worry. In person it looks HOT.
11.23.2006
Happy thanksgiving
(I am just going to refer to Manfriend as E from now on, because it makes him sound all pharmaceutical-like. And also is shorter to type.)
He’s at work, hocking the southern food for a Super Crazy Rip-Off Thanksgiving Day price of $24.99. Holy crap, right? Most expensive buffet ever, even if it does include ham.
I myself am going over to the home of my internship boss’s landlord later on. I made noodle kugel, which my mom’s side of the family always makes for Thanksgiving, so I sort of associate it with both Thanksgiving and Judaism. It was my first time making it, but it’s just a casserole so I’m hoping I was able to follow the directions okay. The one weird part was that it called for a whole package of cooked egg noodles, and I don’t actually own a large saucepot. I keep telling myself I’ll get one next time I’m at Target, but I never actually remember when I’m there.
So I had to use both of my small pots, and cook the noodles in two shifts. And then one I only own one large mixing bowl also, so I had to mix using every bowl I have. The meager amount of counter space I had was covered with an assembly line of small pots and bowls. Ghett-o!
As far as finals went, everything is okay. I went into them with all As, and in two of the classes I know I kept that. In Drawing, however, she haaaaaated my sketchbook and gave me a 78 on it, so I’m thinking that there’s no way I can still get an A. Which bites.
(Actually, I just checked online and factoring in that final drawing I ended up with an 89.75%. Holy crap, that’s close. It didn’t list the actual final letter grade so I really have no idea which way that could go.)
Hope everyone has a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner! Eat lots and lots.
11.20.2006
Finito
I have just finished my last assignment for finals – a drawing for critique at 8am tomorrow. Whenever possible, I like to have music or movies on in the background at home. I can’t handle silence at all. It’s pathological, really. When I walk in the door, I usually wash my hands and then head right to either the tv remote or the computer, for music.
I do this even when I’m working on schoolwork. If it’s reading or studying, I put on music with non-distracting lyrics, like Stereolab. If I’m drawing something in my apartment, I put on a movie – usually one I’ve seen a lot so that I’m not tempted to look at the screen too much. This is why I have seen Shallow Hal, The Birdcage, and The Big Lebowski about nine times each.
However this drawing took longer to complete than I had imagined, because I’d just bought two new movies, Collateral and Spanglish, and I put them on while I drew. Both were really super good in their own ways, so I was tempted to actually watch them while I worked.
Ah well, it’s all done now. Manfriend just got off work, and he’s heading over here with some treasure. That’s right…it’s Ben & Jerry’s time.
11.16.2006
I have the beasht within my sightshs
I did get my package back from UPS. Of course even the pickup was a little bit harried, though. On the slip they’d left me last time, which as you’ll remember they tried Tuesday night after I had requested Thursday night, it said that they would try again on Wednesday. But it ALSO had the “Last Try” box checked. Quite the conundrum.
So I tracked it online, and the site said that that had, in fact, been the last try, and that I was to pick it up at the site within five days. I had some time to kill, because Manfriend and I had a late dinner reservation for our anniversary, so I headed out on the highway.
Once there, it took a long time for them to bring the package out, and I was getting all anxious that it had gotten sent back to the sender, or that one of the UPS employees had decided to keep it for themselves, or that they’d decided to put it on a plane headed for Bora-Bora. I mean, at this point, anything is possible. Crazy brown-shorted UPS!
When the girl brought it out, she was all breathy and said, “I just got it! It was on the truck, about to leave and try to redeliver it to you!” I told her that the website had said that they had done the final delivery attempt, and she just said, “Hmmm! That’s weird!”
Yes it is, dear. Yes it is.
Regardless, I got the It I had ordered, a present for a good friend from DC. I think she’ll be pleased. Days after her birthday. Hurmpf.
Anyway, then Manfriend and I went out for our dinner. Our actual five month anniversary is Thanksgiving, but since he got promoted to manager he’s required to work most holidays so he’ll be at work that day.
(Ah. Did I mention he’d been made manager? Yes. We used to both be servers, but management looooves him and thus he got promoted from server to lead server to manager in, seriously, six months. Record time. The whole management /staff interdating thing isn’t actually allowed, but we’ve been grandfathered in, so it’s all good.)
(Except there is all the teasing I get from the other servers about being a “manager-fucker.” Ahem. And about getting the best sections. Which is totally not true!)
ALSO, I know you are thinking, “Five month anniversary???! What kind of lame-ass celebration is that? What are they, fifteen?” But for your information, Mr. and Ms. Smartypantses out there, Manfriend now receives a free meal every single month, muthafuckers, yeah! So we might as well use it, right?
And oh, it is a really really good perk. Every month, he gets a dinner of two appetizers, two entrees, and two desserts. Which is a lot of money, really. So we went last night, and requested a server we’re very good friends with, and had a terrific dinner. I had a dirty martini, and we ordered calimari and a wedge salad, followed by the tenderloin and the steak and pie. And then we got key lime pie and pecan pie to go.
Today I weigh eight pounds more.
Ah, only one more week of classes until fall break! Delight!
11.14.2006
The frustration that is package receipt!!
Oh holy night. I am in the midst of the stupidest Saga of Ineptitude with UPS. I ordered something off of ebay, and it was due to arrive last Friday. The UPS guy only delivers to my area during the “After 5pm” timeslot, and I was at work Friday night, so I got home to a yellow slip saying they’d be back at the same time Monday.
So, I looked forward to my awesome new ebay It all weekend. Monday came, and I rushed home a few minutes early from my internship so that I could be home at 5pm on the dot, and sweet Mary mother of God, the yellow slip was on the door, saying they had come at 4:45. I was incensed. Incensed! They already have a 2 1/2 hour window in which to arrive, which is pretty generous I think, so the fact that the driver had come even earlier than the time they stated was just ridiculous. In my opinion.
So I immediately called the 800 number and asked that the local UPS branch call me back quickly, in the hopes that they could radio the driver to come back to my building that evening. Two hours later – no return call. I called again, pissier this time. A woman called back after a bit, and said that the driver had gone home for the night, so redelivery that evening was not possible. I pointed out that that was why I had made the first call right away, and she was like, “…and I can help you how?”
She offered to hold the package at their location, for me to pick up myself, but for some assy reason the UPS hold center (or whatever) for Savannah is, seriously, twenty minutes away. And involves getting on the highway and going way out in the boonies. I don’t see how this is possibly convenient for the city’s residents, but nobody asked me.
I asked that they just hold it and redeliver after 5pm on Thursday, as that was the next block of time I knew I could be home for. She said fine. All was fine, or so I believed.
DUN DUN DUN.
So I get home from work just now, and there was a yellow slip on the door! Saying they’d tried tonight after 5pm, and that it was their last attempt! Gah!!!!!!
I called the 800 number and was, like, even bitchier with THIS woman. If such a thing is possible. This woman told me that it’s not possible for me to schedule a delivery date that I want; I just have to let them do it when they can. I was like, “Who in the what? Then why does the yellow slip say to call in for redelivery options?”
So now probably the package is just going to get resent back to the ebay person who I bought it from. OMG. Flames!!! On the side of my face! Is there a higher authority to whom I can bitch and moan and tell my story of annoyance to?
Oh, if only this were happening at a time when I DID NOT HAVE PMS. Excuse me, I think my blood pressure is rising again.
11.11.2006
TechnoSavvy circa 1992
I now have the Internet at my apartment. Oh, joyous day! I finally gave up on my patchy, day-by-day “stolen” local wireless access and just signed up for my own. But not cable. And not DSL. I have – dun dun dun – DIAL-UP.
AaaaaahhhhhhhHHHHHhhhHH! *&% ack
I mean, I have the company that does the annoying incessant commercials about their super fast dial-up, the speediest dial-up that ever was, so maybe it’s better than the garden variety one. I don’t know. It’s, you know, okay. If I define okay as “better than not having the Internet.” Which I am forced to do.
The incredible thing is that when it connects, it does that crazy dialing-snow-fuzz noise, followed by the reeeee roooooo noise. This is a noise that I had not heard in YEARS, not since Al Gore first invented the Internet* back in the 1990s, and I was in high school and everybody got charged by the minute, so my mom would be all breathing down my neck to, like, not use the Internet.
So, I just got home from a waitressing shift, and by complete coincidence, I waited on a friend from college back in Virginia tonight. It was a total surprise. I went up to the table and was beginning my little waitressing spiel, and suddenly there was an “eeee!” and a girl was rushing toward me and suddenly we were hugging. It occurred to me that I knew her.
It was very nice to see her. We hadn’t been super-super-good hang-out friends by the end of school, but freshman year we did take a road trip to Virginia Tech together, to stay with her brother and see a footbal game and just generally Party. (Our school was very liberal and had no football team. And therefore, no raging parties.) On this weekend trip, I met a guy who I ended up dating for a year, which was very random. So this girl and I were reminiscing about that trip, and she was telling me who had gone to the 5-Year reunion, which was last month holy shizzle crap I am ancient.
She was with a big group of girls who are all just here for a weekend girls’ trip, and they seemed nice so I am going to go out with them all tomorrow night. It will definitely involve a stop at the best martini bar downtown – the one that has a menu of 100 drinks and a huge range of candy bar-flavored martinis. I think any good girls’ night out needs to involve a dessert martini, yes?
* I am just kidding. Don’t get all excited, Republicans! I am not one of you.
11.1.2006
Operation! You’re the doctor, collecting all your pay!
Do you ever get completely ridiculous songs stuck in your head? As ridiculous as the “Operation” commercial song? Yeeeaaaaah. It’s been three hours. I want to die.
I have an update on the important Coke Black (Blak) situation. Recent trips to the grocery store have proven that it is now being stocked in the coffee and tea aisle, not in the energy drinks aisle. I’m not sure I agree with this managerial decision, but at least I know the thing’s still in production, so that’s a load off.
Did everybody do fun stuff for Halloween last night? Manfriend and I carved a white pumpkin, which I had never seen before but it was lovely. I think next year I want to get an assortment of white and orange pumpkins and do a little scene, reminiscent of the Calvin and Hobbes stories where Calvin creates a tableau of snowmen in horror movie situations, holding knives at each other and with their heads falling off and stuff. We don’t seem to have any little kids in the immediate area, so I think I’ll get away with it alright.
Also we dressed up as Simon and Garfunkel. The costumes were pretty last-minute but I think they came out okay. I wore a corduroy jacket, striped t-shirt, baggy jeans and low boots. Also I wore an old man hat and drew a moustache on with eyeliner pencil. Manfriend is really tall, with red hair and a (I’ll just be blunt) receding hairline, so we fro’d it out a little, and he wore a striped sweater and corduroys. We carried around a boom box all night with our greatest hits tape playing (yes I still own casette tapes, which as you can see, still come in handy!). And to top it off, we wore name tags. You know, just in case the corduroys and stripes didn’t instantly scream PAUL AND ART HAVE ARRIVED!
I think we looked cute, but of course the very instant we arrived at the party, I wished I had ho’d myself out like every other girl there. I can tell you, wearing a borrowed oversize corduroy jacket and fake moustache do not make one feel one’s hottest. But ah well, at least we had some class.
Have a good day!
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