Evening was movie, Pitionary, and stuff. Am tired. Time for bed.
“Pictionary”, not something to do with the Pit.
ooooh, I’m loving the pretty pictures
POSSUMS ARE REPTILES*. you heard it here first. When it gets proven, I’ll look smart.
rigs- yep. I could pretend to be an incredibly immature and somewhat simple-minded college student or adult if you like, though.
more high school drama! I’m about this close: to becoming a hermit. Between the continuing “omg are you posessed by aliens? I heard a witch put a spell on you to make you pass out!” stuff and just my friends’ regular… erm… “quirks” I’m about ready to just hide.
I’ve got one friend who whines constantly about whatever she can. The past few days, it’s been “I have to work on St. Patrick’s day!” and it’s worse for her than for me or anyone else who had to work tonight- not becuase she had plans or becuase her friends are going out or becuase her family celebrates. Because she’s a quarter Irish. (although that went up to half or full-blooded Irish, depending on the amount of Irish in the person to whom she was complaining.)
My other friend’s big beef right now is that she didn’t get into the play. She keeps saying that most of the people in the play shouldn’t hav gotten roles and the director can’t see talent. (for those not following, I’ve got the lead role in the play. And this is my best friend.)
Even at dance class, the people all seemed determined to annoy me somehow. And again at work. One of my coworkers brings her daughter (age 3) with her- I caught Little Darling going through my purse! argh.
I was presented with a pass today at the end of school- I’m supposed to go see the school counselor on Monday. I don’t know what, exactly, she wants with me. As far as I know, I shouldn’t be in trouble. I haven’t fought with any counselor-happy friends, my grades haven’t dropped off, I haven’t threatened to kill myself or written angsty poetry or anything- so for now I’m assuming that she wants to tell me that they’re letting me graduate two years early and skip college and grad school and they’re just going to give me a PhD for being cool.
- I do not actually think possums are reptiles. I’m not actually that stupid. Oh, and if they are somehow proven to be reptiles, disregard this message.
Yeah…I remember high school… Sometimes it is better to turn into a hermit. If it’s any consolation, all that stuff passes and things get better. Is the note maybe because of the fainting?
Ya know, Lissla, any other place and everyone would have seen Pitionary and read Pictionary. Only here would the first thoughts be…“Hmmmm, wonder how that works…do you pick a subject that makes you crazy and then try to illustrate it?”
I’m up and about to clean some more. I have a list even: finish putting recycling in garage, clean fridge, do laundry, vacuum. Also need to clean the bathroom and kitchen, but that won’t take long.
Happy Saturday, everyone!
GT
You overachievers with your lists and all. I prefer to run around panicking and yelling that I’m late.
Try it–it might work for you!
Sadly, the above was just some humor. I also have a list today and it’s damned long!
Haircut for #2 son, credit union for daughter, solo and ensemble performance for #1 son, mall with #1 son (which is like root canal w/o anesthesia for both of us), rudimentary packing, laundry and cleaning!
Bah. Where is my personal assistant?
Dotster --sometimes there’s nothing for it but to kind of fly low, under the radar. Wait a few days–and a new drama will have taken their attention.
Your “best” friend though… :dubious: Hmmmm. She sounds a wee envious and in need of some reassurance that she has talent or matters in some way.
So, what did the counselor want?
Found some cute shoes at Sears (or all places) and some really cute T-shirts at Old Navy last noc. Getting suitcases out today to start packing…
Happy Saturday all! It is 7:50 and the pot roast is in the slooooooooow cooker, where it can happily and slooooooooowly cook all day long.
Dot, I remember high school too. Ten years from now all that won’t even matter. Twenty years from now, you probably won’t remember most of the folks you went to school with. I know, when you’re in high school it all seems so important. And it is, right now, to you. But, things will improve and you’ll look back on some of this and think to yourself, what the hell was that all about.
I don’t know your best friend, but she seems awfully needy. Friends are happy for each other’s successes.
Swampy, did we lose ye in the numerous pots of Irish stew? I’m sure it was all very tasty. Did the cook sneak some beer in to help with his preparation, hmmmm?
I don’t have any lists. I have stuff to do, but I’m not making any lists, dammit! My son promised me last night that he was going to scrub the kitchen top to bottom. He told me to remind him today and to not let him take any breaks. I hope he keeps his promise, because then I can concentrate on other tasks.
That is all I have for the moment because the coffee has not fully penetrated my system.
Morning. Shut up- it’s still morning. Mr. Lissar got up at 7:30 for tai ch’i. I am trying to figure out my chores for the day, while ignoring the looming dread of The Endless Week and the Twelve Hour Shift.
I’m still tired, even though I got lots of sleep. Oooh, just before I woek up I dreamt that Panera was opening locations in Toronto. I’ve never been to a Panera. I have no mental picture of it except for the recent MPSIMS rant. Why did I dream about it?
:::I’m late!!! I’m late!!!::: Brother and kids will be here in 1 1/2 hours. He said LATE afternoon originally. 1:00 is NOT late afternoon. I knew I should have gotten started last night. (Well, I did, a little, but mostly not.)
So…I’ve collected most of the recyclables and will take them out to the garage in a moment. I’ve mostly cleared off the dining room table; need to change the table cloth in case we paint. Unclogged the toilet. No, that wasn’t on the list, just happened to ermmm…happen. Watered plants. Added to my things to do when Faraway Best Friend comes to town this summer list. Posted stuff. Found a newspaper picture that I wanted to save.
Did I mention I still have a bunch of stuff to do? Off to do stuff…
GT
Cause you were hungry. That’s why your still tired, you were so busy being hungry that you didn’t sleep well. Or something.
I dream about food all the time. It’s weird, I dream I’m eating a BLT and then I realize the sandwich has no flavor. I guess I’m unable to dream taste.
mmmm BLT’s.
Ah, Saturday. I’d be enjoying it a lot more if it weren’t the penultimate day of my spring break. :: sigh :: Ah well. I didn’t get to see V for Vendetta either, because by the time my sister got back we ran out of showings. I really want to see it today, because I go back to RPI tomorrow and I won’t have any chance to see it once I do.
Other than that, plans for today include reading, eating, and videogames. 
Dot: High school = Ewwww. Good luck with all of that.
Ummmmm, Spats, aren’t you having lunch with Drae today? Or did I dream that?
GT
I thought I read that too, because they missed each other the first time.
Drae: so what’s the news? are you going to die?
Lissa, funny how that works. The longer you sleep, the tireder you are when you wake up. I’ve heard that you sleep in 90 minute cycles (or three-hour cycles. I’ve heard both.) and if you wake up at the beginning or end of a cycle, you’re fine but if you wake up in the middle, you’re tired. So it’s better to sleep for three hours than for four. I should look that up to see if it’s true before parading it around as fact, but… yeah. I heard it and thought it was interesting.
gardentraveler: I thought about that, but I’m not the first kid to do that and I doubt they interrogate every student who has a fainting spell.
Rigs: I don’t know yet. I don’t go to school on Saturdays.
I know it won’t matter in ten years. It probably won’t even matter next week. I’m not losing sleep over it; I just wish they’d STFU. Of course, 90% of the time, I wish they’d STFU, but that’s why we’re best friends. I’m sure they wish I’d do the same once in a while. As for the one being catty, I’m not going to let it affect me. If I have no talent, it just means I’ll have to work harder to not mess up the show. And working hard is never a bad thing.
Gotta day off dance class today! I’m going to see a movie with a friend of mine. “She’s The Man.” He’s excited about it- he’s been waiting for it since they first announced that it was coming like three years ago. I’m not excited really, but I like going to the movies and I like hanging out with him(platonically), so it’ll be fun.
Tomorrow I get to see RENT! I’m excited about that one. It’ll be my third time… it’s always exciting. This weekend will be completely made up of hanging out with BOYS(platonically) so that I can go back to school and dance on Monday all ready to handle the estrogen.
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Rigs: I don’t know yet. I don’t go to school on Saturdays.
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Well, THIS is why you won’t get ahead in life, girl! Get thee to school, stat! Ok, so it’s locked–pick the locks and get in there and work.
That’s the problem with today’s youth–no initiative. <shakes head>
Off to get haircut. Did the bank thingy. No cleaning, no packing. gack.
Nope, that’s tomorrow. At least, I hope it’s tomorrow. :eek:
Dottie - I agree with everyone about these dramas not mattering in the grand scheme of things, but from a “here and now” stand point, that’s not really that comforting; If those rumors about you were loud enough, the counselor appoointment may be one of those “ton of prevention for an ounce of cure” things - the administration may be assuming the “she’s on drugs” thing is true. Just be prepared for that scenerio - and Please let us know how it goes. Also, you best friend isn’t much of a friend. It sounds to me like she wants you to say something like “Yeah, I don’t really deserve the part. I’ll tell the director to cast you as Charity”.
Howdy y’all! I survived the great St. Patty’s Day feast. The stew was f-aaaaaa-bu=lous if I do say so my self. The gravy was just right and the meat and veggies were perfectly tender and it all got et up! Also, I made smashed taters (N.O.T.) that were chocked full of cheese, butter, and cream. I’m tellin’ ya they coulda clogged arteries ten miles away! The corned beef and cabbage and other veggies were equally good. I did buy too much beef though. Not a problem, cause we took the excess over to the nuns who run a soup kitchen and they were thrilled. It never hurts to make penguins happy I always say. Also, there were some veggies that didn’t get eaten, so I took 'em over to the local rescue mission last night. Those guys are always happy with any donations. It was three big pans of taters (N.O.T.), rutabagas, carrots and onions. I had to go back today and get the pans cause they belong to the church and all. They were even clean when I went to pick 'em up.
There’s a big pot of veggie soup simmering away in my kitchen. It smells so good! Later on, there will be cornbread to go along with the soup.
ACBG and I ate Chinese food for lunch. The fortune cookie industry is still slack. I submit the following as evidence:
Reach for the stars, but keep one foot firmly planted on the ground.
Tres lame!
Wow! It sounds all perfectly fantastic. And…you got to do a couple of nice things for those less fortunate than us. That always feels good.
Okay, I’m a big Sweaty Betty because I just got done killing myself on the treadmill. I need to bring my heartbeat down to a normal level and then I’ll have to get myself all cleaned up. I swear, I’m pushing myself nearly to oblivion, but I’m not seeing any results. Mr. Taters says my tummy has slimmed down and my hiney seems to have firmed up, but I want that Big Bubble Butt to disappear. I want my clothes to fit loosely, dammit! I’d like to get a couple of new outfits for my upcoming trip to the East Coast, but I want to feel good about buying the clothes. It’s so daunting when I try on clothes. I hate, hate, hate it!
The slooooooowly cooking pot roast in the sloooooooooow cooker is smelling tres yummy. Unfortunately, I’m not in the least bit hungry. That’s one good thing about working out, my appetite has definitely decreased.
Well, off to clean myself up now!
Not one of my more productive classes today - I threw 2 new pieces and trimmed the 4 I threw last week. So I’m up to 13 total - 7 oil lamps and six whatevers. I also discovered that if you try to do a swirl pattern using both brown and white clay, you get a lighter brown clay mess. So I won’t be doing that again.
When we went out to the van, FCD noticed my front right tire was low, so we stopped to fill it. That’s when he noticed the little metal thingy stuck in the tire. We had to stop at Southern Tire to pick up his car anyway - it had an oil change and belt change while we were in class - and they had time to fix my tire. So that’s good.
And just a few minutes ago, I sold the monster desk that was in my laundry room. I don’t know what I’m going to do with the computer that had been sitting on that desk. Or the fax machine. Or the scanner. But it’s one step closer to being a studio down there.
The rest of my day holds laundry. Woohoo - great fun that! Yep, that’s my exciting Saturday.
I make good veggie soup and cornbread. Just thought I’d mention that. I just had two bowls of soup, a hunk o’cornbread and a glass of milk. So did ACBG. See, I do feed him when he’s hanging out here. I figure it’s the least I can do.
I also had a nap today. I took some Tylenol[sup]TM[/sup] cause I’m kinda sore and achy after yesterday’s cookin’ marathon. I have figured out that I’d never make it as a cook in a commercial kitchen. A couple times a year is enough for me.
I’ma go mess around on the 'net for a bit. Y’all have a good night!