One of Gary’s friends is standing on the sidewalk outside, drunk as a skunk, and Gary is leaning out his window. The two of them are yelling angrily at each other in French. There’s lots of cursing going on.
And now the obnoxious French girlfriend is giggling her shrill chihuahua laugh at them.
I feel like I’m in a really bad production of Romeo and Juliet.
So now that I’ve turned my paperwork in saying that I won’t be renewing my lease, they’ve begun showing my apartment. Which is INSANELY annoying. I mean, beyond annoying. It’s been four days and my apartment has been shown seven times. My phone buzzes off the hook with realtors telling me what time they’re coming by, and it’s really annoying when you need to shower or take a nap but you can’t because in a few minutes strangers are stopping by for a visit.
Well I had forgotten some guy was supposed to bring people by a few minutes ago. I let them in and was very polite and he gave me this really big grin. Probably only a few years older than me. And then he started asking me questions that had NOTHING to do with leasing my apartment, haha. “So, do you go to school here?” “What school?” He asked about where the bathroom was, I think wanting me to walk them to it, but I just gave them directions.
How silly, though. Now this guy knows where I live AND where I go to school AND what my phone number is. He certainly wasn’t bad looking, so I won’t say it was a good or bad thing. Just . . . weird.
beyond me because I am so angry right now. Boston sidewalk cleaner people are IDIOTS.
Okay, sirs, so when it’s snowing, the cold bricks and concrete beneath the snow are holding in the coldness while the whiteness of the snow reflects the sun, making the ground even colder. This is why the ground is frozen in the Arctic circle, even when the sun is shining. This means that beneath the snow is a layer of ICE.
So when you run your stupidass little shovel along the concrete to push the snow away: THE ICE IS STILL THERE. So ALL you have done is scraped away the friction, leaving the sidewalks icy and dangerous. That is why God invented SNOW AND SALT. Because they add FRICTION.
The reason this angers me quite so badly is because I was an unfortunate victim today. Now I have a shooting pain from the palm of my hand to my elbow, and my backside is throbbing. I am irate.
In other news, I also hate my college because they should have canceled classes because I am from Texas and I don’t deal with this whole walkingtoschoolinsnowandicethathaven’tstoppedfallingsince6am crap.
Have I mentioned I’ve been averaging 2hours of sleep a night lately? I am a danger to the world.
Good things continue to happen.
My ice skates arrived in the mail.
I have a dinner-and-a-movie date with Diana tomorrow to see Frost/Nixon.
I got ALL my homework done. AND went running.
The only bad news . . . is that I accidentally ripped the scab off my knife wound. And it gushed again. I hope that hurt you as much to read it as it hurt me to endure it.
OH, and when I woke up this morning, for some reason, I threw my hand into the air and scraped my knuckles along the ceiling. So now those are bloody, too. I’m in an abusive relationship with my own apartment.
My jambalaya is AMAZING. You should be jealous that you are not eating it for lunch.
It has chicken. And shrimp. And sausage. Three meats. That’s pretty classy. I also chopped up vegetables.
Although, jambalaya has been added to the list of foods that give me hiccups. The others are carrots and cornbread.
Oh, and when I was washing dishes last night, I almost dropped the knife on my foot. I am a walking disaster.
Categories: Nothing
When I got my knives for Christmas, I joked that the next disaster I faced would probably be my slicing myself open. I’ve already knocked my shins blackandblue, locked myself out, peed in a bottle, burned myself horribly, had migraines, a stomach virus, an ulcer, sleepless nights, wakeless days, a heater problem, and I’ve slipped on the ladder leading to the loft. All that hadn’t happened was a bad cut and a fire.
Yeah, you know what’s coming.
Unpacked my knives. I’ve decided I’m going to make a big crockpot recipe every Sunday that I can then take to school for lunch through the week, since I will always be at school from at least 10-1, usually longer. It’s jambalaya this week.
SO I pulled out these four super sharp knives and realized I don’t have a place to store them. They don’t have a holder or anything, and I trip so often in my loft that they definitely need to be concealed. So I set them on my shelf under my TV but the handles were longer than I had thought,so they slipped off. And what is it HUMAN NATURE to do when a knife starts to fall? You grab it. Of course. Because humans are stupid.
I pulled my hand back, but not before one sliced my thumb almost completely across the inside joint. It’s a clean cut, and not too deep, but deep enough it bled like crazy for almost ten minutes. Good thing blood doesn’t bother me. In a really weird way, blood and the circulatory system actually fascinate me –always have; I was the weird kid watching and asking questions when I get my blood drawn or that one disastrous time I donated.
Anyways, it’s stopped bleeding now, finally, but my shirt, two kleenexes, adn a kitchen towel are covered. It looks like I murdered someone. And I don’t know how to keep a bandaid on it because it’s on a JOINT, where all cuts happen. Ugh
Well I guess that’s another experience to check off. It could have been so much worse. But I still don’t know what to do with my knives. I’m afraid if I put them with my silverware or in my desk drawer, I’ll forget and reach in and slice my figners off. Ideas?
Categories: The Loft
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Walking to class is pretty miserable right now because it is 18friggingdegrees. Fortunately, most of the sludge at the corners is gone, because that is MISERABLE to leap over. I’m pretty small and inevitably don’t quite make it
So this morning, I’m walking to class at 9:30am, and I was wearing a dress that I’ve never thought of as super short. Maybe since I’ve put on weight it’s a bit shorter . . . i don’t know. Anyways, I’m wearing that and my snowboots, and I stop at a corner waiting to cross. This big moving-van type car is turning and slows almost to a stop, and the man in front of me –an attractive gentleman, possibly early 40s– starts yelling at them. I have my iPod on, so I can’t hear what he’s saying, but then he turns to me so I rip my earbuds out and he says, “That was because of you, you know?” “What?” “That guy was slowing down to stare at you. He’s going to hit someone and it’s because you’re standing there distracting him from driving.”
Ten minutes later, I’m passing these two guys who are carrying this giant vaccuum hose thing into a hotel, and one of them drops the hose to stare at me, then asks, “Aren’t your legs cold?” Stupid me and my inability to keep my mouth shut, I said, “No, but my ears are,” and kept walking.
I’ll be honest, with as down as I am about my appearance right now, the attention is welcome. Besides, none of them were creepy about it. I’ve had SO much worse.
In other news: Classes started yesterday. I’ve had three of my four classes so far (my last one is in a couple hours), and for some weird reason I’m most excited about the one that least applies to my life –a course on the Western perception of Africa and Africans. It’s basically a theoretical class, maybe a bit of ethics, etc, and it’s taught by Nigel Gibson, who is like the leading phrenologist in America (he’s British . .. ) or something like that . . . I’ll look up his credits later.
Also have Modern American Drama (literature course; the teacher looks like one of the 3 Musketeers), intermediate fiction (the teacher is from Memphis, TN, and I really really like her), and intermediate photography (the class I have next; I have it with Rob Knight, who was also my beginner photography professor).
I gotta say, though, this getting up for 10am classes every day is killing me. It’s only been two days now, but it goes entirely against my natural inclination, which is to stay up until five AM and then sleep until noon. So I’m utterly exhausted, even though I’m getting plenty of sleep, just from having to wake up. It also makes me less inclined to get a job — which I NEED — because I’m afraid I’m just going to be tired all semester long. It’s been a long time since I’ve had coffee because I weaned myself off it in favor for tea, but I may have to return to a morning cup to try and force a sleep cycle that I really dislike . . . because really, the night hours are my most creative and productive. I may have to just sacrifice sleep, but I’m unwilling to give up my muse . . . I have two more plays in progress right now, and also an idea for a screenplay. I need to find out if I can get into the screenwriting class next year . . .
Anyways, I better go eat my peanut butter and crackers. I have NO food in my apartment except pasta, cereal, special K bars, and crackers. I need to go grocery shopping, but that costs money . . . Blarglesnof.
Hey, Boston has gone up TWO degrees since I started typing this! Woo hoo! We have a high of 25today. Grrrreat!
now that I am back in Boston for spring semester. It was beautiful outside today. Lots of snow.
But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to ask the question that’s on my mind right now:
What happens if you put milk through a britta filter?
. . . Not going to lie, I may be conducting an experiment this weekend . . .
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