So, I love Reader's Digest. I'm not afraid to admit that. My dad and I used to fight over who got to read them first. I'll still thumb through them in supermarket checkout lines and every so often snag one from the office waiting room at work to read while eating lunch. It's filled with the silliest nonsensical news and the jokes aren't funny but something still draws me to the tiny slices of humanity like "7 can't miss paint colors" and "America's dumbest lawsuits." I happened to grab last month's issue which was, as always, full of bland humor-in-uniform and uninspiring memoirs, but reading a quick article entitled "10 of the most irritating phrases in English" completely made my day.
-At the end of the day
-At this moment in time
-With all due respect
-It's a nightmare
-It's not rocket science
-concurrent jawdrop, headslap, almost unsubscribing from rush newsletter, and message to chesca in about six seconds-
which is kind of funny because even our adoration of paul rudd and rashida jones had previously deemed this movie fit for viewing only on on-demand, which is pretty low on the totem pole of movie awesomeness.
I have animal crossing: city folk; do you? I'm embre in appleton, and the number is 1204-3400-6467.
wii fit is pretty awesome.
yes, i drove all the way home at lunch to play with it, because i knew that it was delivered earlier this morning.
and i don't have time to make a suitable lunch so i'm going to grab some v8, some vegetable chips, and head back to work, where i will hang out with one of my two favorite russian girls and try to make policy out of mumbo-jumbo and nothingness.
tonight i'm going to come home and jump around more on the wii, then go have sushi with my sister's friends, and then keep working on my drawing with children book which i really, really love.
welcome to the two weeks of my summer break.
britt and i went to the clovis rodeo yesterday and it was waaay fun. next weekend i drive her down to l.a. so she can jump on a plane up to her great alaskan wilderness and b&b job and hunter/trapper boyfriend. when i asked, who is going to take me to the rodeo and tell me to use inside voices after i've drank a little too much while giggling at cowboys?--she answered, the rodeo doesn't come until april. and i'll see her again in october.
the tenth month is far, though, i suppose i will be able to stay busy with school and my renewed desire to make interesting things with my hand. oh, and wii harvest moon! i preordered it with jerr so that's full of excitement. i preordered wii fit today, too. good times.
anyways. back to le tigre and homework. you kids take care.
i feel.. lost in space, translucent like wax paper, without footsteps and fingerprints.
i finished reading the time traveler's wife by audrey niffenegger this afternoon. i began reading it before my wednesday evening class this week; the beginning of the novel begins with a sex scene of interesting proportions, and after my eyebrows raised a bit i left my bookmark in place and scribbled in a letter to eva a note that said 'someone should have told me not to read erotica in class... it is awfully warm in here tonight.'
the last half of the book, read propped up in the bedroom with the little dog curled around my feet, enticed more tears than I was expecting. i really asked myself, why are you crying like a newborn over these characters who are so reluctant, where is this coming from? who are you? the tears would not stop as if it was the middle of the night.
i'm not sleeping well. most late evenings i wrap myself in a blanket on the couch and watch movies that i do not remember in the morning. i have vague ideas for nanowrimo 2008 and am in the middle of 30 days of worldbuilding which is more fun than i almost want to admit. i've downloaded character creators and outline helpers and charts and graphs galore, and look forward when i can use the solitary hour of one a.m. to make these characters dance in my head.
one more thing: i love whomever lives directly east of me, and their washing machine. it is a lullaby which captures my quiet attention faster than mother goose. the rest of this beautiful late september evening will be spent listening to it and the light noise from outside, sipping blackberry tea that my sister so thoughtfully sent to me from the great northwest this summer (if that is where you need to be, sweetpea, you have my heart and my blessing) and pondering last names, hometowns, and astrological signs.
car heater was turned on last night after class, for the first time since march. brrrr is right.
i'm listening to the proclaimers. i want some ice cream. and for my dog to stop eating all of my books. (he knows when he is trouble, he hides under the bed.)
p.s. thank you for the coffee marco, and i like your hair, i really do.
i saw rush, and it was excellent, surpassing my original thoughts for something of that sphere. it was home in the midst of thousands of people.
on the list for later this year: queensryche and van halen. rockin'.
apollo and i are having macaroni & cheese at midnight in honor of my sister.
and i registered for school. the anxiety.
plus: rush rocking in two weeks exactly. i am pre-amazed.
leave it to me, everything will be all right.
cece, pick up that guitar and talk to me!