Saturday, November 15, 2003

ah, the weekend. a time when i can sit cooped up in my room for days and days going through my stuff and remembering the old times and starting new projects and creating more mess, only to clean p the next weekend. no work, no school, no responsibilities. i don't have to go to church. i can go driving for hours and enjoy the sunshine and loud music and and people watching and the like. window shopping has never been my forte because i have no self-control, but if someone invites me along, i'm there. parties, movies, going out to eat, sleeping late. i used to loathe the weekends. they were always so boring. especially sunday. my family would take naps and since they are such light sleepers, i couldn't even go to the kitchen to make a sandwich for fear of waking them up. i prefer being home alone. i can walk around in my pj's without worrying about them seeing my nipples through my tanktop. hey, it's chilly in the winter. there was a movie back in the day, remade a few times, originally starred haley mills: "pollyanna." she lived with a family where the maids absolutely hated sundays. then she proposed they play the 'glad game' where they could always find something to be glad about. screw that. sundays were always depressing. the house was quiet, i couldn't drive yet, the curtains were drawn and i still had homework to finish.

i remember when i was a kid and i got my first color television. it came as a christmas present along with a very nice wooden entertainment center. in the summer, i moved my twin size bed away from the wall to the center of the room so that i was directly facing the tv, and i'd stay up late to watch old "vault disney" movies. i loved spin and marty. spin was always the cuter one, i thought. marty was just a stuck up white kid (well, they were all white) who couldn't hack it. haley mills, annette funicello, and tommy kirk were like the rat pack back in the day. well, haley came a little later on, but you definitely see a trend in the old black and whites. i used to be such a fan of "the absent-minded professor" until robin williams came along and ruined it all with "flubber." nothing beats an original.

so anyway, my weekends will be full...soon, i hope. talia just got a job at the fox & hound which is some sports bar/restaurant thingamabob, and she wants me to apply for hostess. i need a second job, so i think they'd be willing to hire me for the just the weekends. i hope....

here i am, sitting in my pj's, just waking up on a saturday afternoon, doling out even more relationship advice to my friends. i'm like some sort of guru to them. hmm...psychology major? *grin* i'm enjoying my morning cigarette and some jazz music and just wasting away the day until i feel like getting up and doin my thang. i saw a funny article on the onion about how some guy's mom discovered his blog. so blogger came out with a response about mom-discovery prevention. i think it's safe to say my mom has already seen my blog. and i'm sure if she wants to share it with the rest of the post-mortum world, there will be no way of stopping her.

i had so much more to say, but i forget things as i type. sad. my foot hurts. it's all gecko's fault. not only does he point it out when i have a zit, but he'll try to pop it if he's standing close enough. [valley] like, major ew! [/valley]. i swear the guy has no sense of etiquette or manners. so what did i do? i punched him. and then i tried to kick him. me - no shoes. him - very bony. he turned, i kicked, i injured my foot on his shin. oy. it hurts to put on shoes or walk uphill. and after all the nice things i had done for him mere hours beforehand....

a couple weeks ago, sean and i were tangoing in his apartment. when he spun me, we both forgot that i still had my purse big-ass bag on my shoulder and it knocked over a ceramic sheepdog statue. i felt bad because his dad has a pet sheepdog and it probably held some sentimental value or something. so i bought a cute, cuddly sheepdog beanie baby to offer in apology. his dad liked the beanie baby better, i think.

thursday was our "office outing" which made me feel all mushy inside at the end of the day. first, we drew out of a hat. mina got breakfast, ginger got lunch, i got dinner. and we were each handed an envelope with 25 bucks. then we were off to the grocery store. the rules:
1. you have half an hour
2. each person's meal must be able to feed a family of four
3. no perishable items
4. must represent at least four food groups
5. no calculators or writing utensils allowed
6. whoever spends the closest to $25 without going over wins a cash prize

so i won 20 bucks and we donated all the food to the food bank. it was fun.
then it was back to the hat. we each wrote down a restaurant for lunch and threw it in. mine won, of course, and we indulged in a fantabulous meal at katie's restaurant and taverna, aka really good greek food. i got stuck with all the clam shells, so i took the over to sean's for sharing.
i remember the first time i went there. seth's plane was delayed for two hours so we drove around looking for a place to eat dinner. we spotted katie's and proceeded to have a lovely dinner for two, complete with freshly-made baklava. mmm, i miss him so much.

after lunch we went shopping for toys for "operation santa." since mina and ginger were both over the age of 40, i had to point out what all the "good toys" were. since ginger lost the food bank game, she had to buy us all dessert. we stuffed ourselves with fried ice cream and strawberries before heading home. the only bad thing was that i only got an hour of work in there on my timestamp. i sooo need a second job. i'm not getting my hopeful minimum of twenty hours a week, and my wages aren't high enough to cover the missed hours.

i wonder, how did tony pierce come to be such a blog king? his posts aren't even real...

Lisa | 1:20 PM

erm, well i don't think i can pull a 180, but how about if i shoot for 90 degrees? no more smoking in the house. lay off the sex for awhile. come home at night, or at least call and say i'm not dead. hmm....make a budget for myself? ooh, and a planner. you know, for school 'n' stuff. and um, try to shower on a daily basis. keep the floor clean enough for safe walking. throw trash in the proper receptacle. don't leave dirty dishes laying around. quit eating a majority of unhealthy crap. reduce the lies by about 50%. reduce the cell phone usage by about 75%. reduce the internet usage by about 30%. oh yeah, and remember to brush your teeth every day and wear deodorant. that should do it for now.

Lisa | 4:25 PM

i'm going to cry because people keep taking my things without telling me and never return them. i took an inventory of the cd's my brother finally gave back, but i am still missing about 15. don't i give enough? all the time i give and i give. so if you want something, just ask. i don't like it when i can't find things that i paid hard-earned money for. blah, i'm not happy right now.

Lisa | 10:57 PM ++++++++ Sunday, November 16, 2003

my car stalled in the wal*mart parking lot tonight. i called my dad, but his efforts to jumpstart my car were to no avail. so for the umpteenth time, i left my car alone in the parking lot....stranded. and i just got it fixed, too! >=( i'm grateful that my dad came to my rescue, but of course my eyes started watering as we entered into yet another lecture about how i'm such a screwup and why everything is my fault.
"you know, i know this was an accident, but it'd be nice if you had some money. then maybe you could afford a new car. it's not like you can be as spoiled as your brother where he just gets a brand new one and doesn't even pay for his own underwear because he won't get a job."
"i'm sorry. i'm only getting half the hours i was promised when i started. i'm looking for a second job. it's just so hard to get decent pay around here."
"yeah well you should've been looking earlier. you spend too much time jacking off. you're such a screwup! everything is always your fault!! you're never going to amount to anything you stupid bitch!!!"

okay, so maybe it didn't go exactly like that, but you get the idea. how many times have i said it? i wish things were different.

Lisa | 10:01 PM ++++++++ Tuesday, November 18, 2003

erm....i am reluctant to update because i ate a big dinner and now my tummy hurts. currently skipping suck-ass news reporting class because it is a waste of three hours i could be spending making up late work from like, five weeks ago...in that same class. erm, i'm an idiot in that respect. but like most things that come out of my mouth, it all makes sense in my head! i swear!

i got my car back last night, thank god. i hate asking for rides....or anything else for that matter. i grew up early and i like being independent for the most part. except emotionally. i always gotta have a lotta friends 'n' stuff. okay i'm bored and not profound. check back later.

Lisa | 7:19 PM ++++++++ Saturday, November 22, 2003

journaling at panera

je suis a la panera aujord'hui. i probably totally misspelled that, too; because i haven't taken french in so long. it's super cold out today, dreary even, and my family is mad at me for not coming home last night. needless to say i spent the night at sean's. but we were totally innocent...not even a kiss. this winter weather and classical music makes me long for the bookstores and holiday shopping at the mall and seth. oh how i miss my seth. i don't feel like going home. i don't feel like doing homework. i would really just like to.... i don't even know. i'm barely thinking anything, my mind is going blank. there's just so much i'd like to do. i miss my old friends. i miss the bear. winter reminds me of her because that's when we spent a great deal of our time hanging out, shopping, drinking. i'd drive her home from school every day and go home some time after it got dark. i just don't know anymore. i'm making way less money than i'm used to. my car sucks, school sucks, i'm always in trouble with someone. i think i'll try calling seth.... hmm, well. that was a short conversation. it's difficult to eat with one hand, especially when it involves spreading and dipping. people keep asking me what i want for christmas. some nice girly sweaters would do me good. or a new one-piece so i can swim laps at the gym. bikinis were not made for racing. of course there's some expensive, high-tech stuff i would like. and a new bed would be nice. or a new computer desk. or how about just a place of my own, all expenses paid? but i guess gift certificates are the best way to go because nobody really knows me enough to get the perfect gift. hell even i buy useless junk for myself. i got the perfect gift for my birthday once. it was a book from seth - "the little prince" - it made me cry. a timestopper would be great. just so i can pause everything and get some stuff done. a timestopper with built-in motivation. i can't wait until thanksgiving. my nuclear family annoys me and i never see my extended one anymore. i always hear that you get along better with your family when you're not living with them. i'm looking forward to a warm hug from my grandma and a slice of cherry pie while i'm losing to the boys at trivial pursuit. we're having dinner at my house this year because grandma's is small and everyone wants to party in the big nice new house that the bloomingdale's bought. so long as the little girls stay out of my room. then again there is always a lock on my door. i don't like it when strangers touch my things. they get ruined or lost. i'm sort of obsessive-compulsive like that. happy holidays.

Lisa | 6:18 PM ++++++++ Monday, November 24, 2003

they wanna hear the thanksgiving song! all right.."
"this is uhh, this is the thanksgiving song"
"i hope you enjoy it."

[starts playing]
Love to eat turkey
Love to eat turkey

Shout from crowd: "i love you adam!"
Adam sandler: "ohhh, I love you!"
Love to eat turkey
’cause it’s good
Love to eat turkey
Like a good boy should
’cause it’s turkey to eat
So good

Adam sandler: "that clappin’s messing my head up man. I appreciate it. but I was trying to think of the next line and all I hear is clapping. here we go... thanks anyways"

Turkey for me
Turkey for you
Let’s eat the turkey
In my big brown shoe
Love to eat the turkey
At the table
I once saw a movie
With betty grable
Eat that turkey
All night long
Fifty million elvis fans
Can’t be wrong
Turkey lurkey doo and
Turkey lurkey dap
I eat that turkey
Then I take a nap

Thanksgiving is a special night
Jimmy walker used to say dynomite
That’s right
Turkey with gravy and cranberry
Can’t believe the mets traded darryl strawberry
Turkey for you and
Turkey for me
Can’t believe tyson
Gave that girl v.d.

White meat, dark meat
You just can’t lose
I fell off my moped
And I got a bruise
Turkey in the oven
And the buns in the toaster
I’ll never take down
My cheryl tiegs poster
Wrap the turkey up
In aluminum foil
My brother likes to masturbate
With baby oil
Turkey and sweet potato pie
Sammy davis jr.
Only had one eye

Turkey for the girls and
Turkey for the boys
My favorite kind of pants
Are corduroys
Gobble gobble goo and
Gobble gobble gickel
I wish turkey
Only cost a nickel
Oh I love turkey on thanksgiving

Happy thanksgiving everybody!

Lisa | 2:19 PM ++++++++ Friday, November 28, 2003

so i've been away. but i was busy. from the looks of the comments, or lack thereof, you were busy as well. thanksgiving was a hassle, but ended in good times. i managed to keep my cousins and their grubby little paws out of my room for most of the day. my family was surprised to see me smoking, but my grandma split a cigarette with me on the way back from the grocery store. she's always been cool like that. i took a plate of food over to sean's because he hates his family, well just his mom, and he had to work. i watched red dragon which actually turned out to be a pretty good movie. colin is home for the holidays, seth is ignoring me, and bryan is nowhere to be found. i would think that if he was in town he'd at least make an effort to come see me. school's out until next week and i may have a job interview at a department store at the mall. i needed a second job, just for the weekends, because living quasi-independentally is expensive. everyone keeps asking me what i want for christmas but it's so hard to say "just give me the money because i know my shoe size and what clothes i like and anything else i might need. you'll just mess it up." or, you know, don't give me anything at all. i'm getting used to that. then again, there's always the timestopper. never forget the timestopper. it's the gift that keeps on giving.

Lisa | 11:43 AM

you know what? i called back the lady about my job application and she told me she's completed all her hiring for now. in just two days?? well sorry for not returning your call on thanks-fucking-giving! i figured she'd be off at home enjoying her family and whatnot. well screw that. i've got more skills than she or her little retail minions could ever hope for. now if only i could find someone to pay me for utilizing them. DAMN IT.

Lisa | 1:40 PM ++++++++