"Crazy Bussy"
Dec. 30th, 2004 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losI had the most fucking DISTURBING dream ever last night, and it got even worse when I woke up and tried to think about what it meant, because it was obvious and not pretty. I'm hoping to forget about it ASAP.
I had a surprisingly full day. I wrote a 'WTF?' email to UIowa Health, read their reply, drove to Dr. Beal's, got my immunization form, and still need to fax it. I went to the bank and spent an hour straightening out my accounts (I now have $760 in my personal checking... for whatever Dark Purposes I so choose). I took my and my little sister's computers over to our Uncle's shop for repair (mine's under warranty, at least).
I got into my first big fight with my mother. She was being a 'ham-fisted cunt', quoth BJ's Diary. In the course of all this, she informed me that post-xmas bargain shopping at Famous Bar- a pair of sale grey pumps and a sale-rack skirt- had been part of my Christmas $100, contrary to her earlier assurances otherwise. She had earlier mentioned it suited her that I take a card, go to the mall and buy things myself, as she's busy, so I trucked to the mall with Kel and bought on-sale converse (shush, I know they're trendy, but I need tennis shoes, and they're so pretty in pink(muahaha, double meaning)) and a pair of Express jeans.
Express jeans are ridiculously overpriced, but they fit, whereas other jeans just take a look at my ass and know they have not the strength to contain that amount of bootylishosity and wander off. Plus, all my old pants have, upon recent weight loss, crapped out on me. Loosing weight is dandy, except for the bit where nothing you fucking own fits without sagging and revealing That Which You'd Rather It Wouldn't.
With taking the skirt I initially bought at Famous Bar back, I should be at ~$100. However, it's not like she'd really know if I didn't take the skirt back. If she did know, it's not like she'd be that pissed. She's being such a heinous bitch lately I can't shake the feeling she deserves an intimate encounter with a Mach truck, much less an extra $20. It's IS nice- beige silk overlaid with black tulle, formfitting but not too. I'm taking it back- I just haven't fully reconciled with that decision yet. I so wanted to wear it to Meg's New Years party.
At the mall I ran into Kayta, Naomi, Kayta's little sis, Sidney Younge, Colin Breedlove and Tony Kovall. Naomi is the cutest thing to ever walk the earth with her new haircut- stalk the earth, really. Like a velocilraptor. But cute. Kayta is Kaytatastic and fuck I still need to call her. Sidney is dancing with the New York Contemporary Ballet Company, hoping to attend school when her dancing years are past. She's still beautiful and I'm very happy for her, being able to do exactly what she wants to, even if it is incredibly hard work. Colin's using his A+ dollars to the fullest at a community, and Tony did not break my heart by volunteering for anything stupid. Instead he remains, post Basic, firmly in MO for the time being.
Kel noted how sad it was that Chuck, Will, Tim and Tony- her collective pool of Really Upstanding Guys- had all opted for military in some incarnation. Such are the hazards of living in the South/Midwest, where only the illegal immigrants are poorer than you. Kel considers it their moral duty to donate a LOT of sperm before getting themselves killed, so that the already shallow-end MO gene pool doesn't just turn into a plastic wading pool.
It was unexpected, and fabulous, to see Tony again, to know that he made it through Basic just fine and that he's going to MU in the fall. We narrowly avoided The Beast That is Courtney Banks, which is a blessing.
The only people I still really need to see, that I haven't stupidly forgotten, are Fatima and Will. Tony assures me that Will, unlike Nathan Smith (all 90 lbs. of him), has no intention of volunteering for a tour or, like Tim, doing something dumb like volunteering for Helicopter. Will is in fact in town, and I need to concoct something to do with him.
I finished John Stewart's Naked Pictures of Famous People today. Great book, but why the hell did I attempt to read it while four hours away from my Yiddish dictionary?
FINALLY found Sophie's World! Can finish that sucker! It was in a box with my clean pants! Who knew? Well, obviously, me at one time, as I put it in there, and possibly Jer, as he was standing in the room when I did so. But other than that.
I had a surprisingly full day. I wrote a 'WTF?' email to UIowa Health, read their reply, drove to Dr. Beal's, got my immunization form, and still need to fax it. I went to the bank and spent an hour straightening out my accounts (I now have $760 in my personal checking... for whatever Dark Purposes I so choose). I took my and my little sister's computers over to our Uncle's shop for repair (mine's under warranty, at least).
I got into my first big fight with my mother. She was being a 'ham-fisted cunt', quoth BJ's Diary. In the course of all this, she informed me that post-xmas bargain shopping at Famous Bar- a pair of sale grey pumps and a sale-rack skirt- had been part of my Christmas $100, contrary to her earlier assurances otherwise. She had earlier mentioned it suited her that I take a card, go to the mall and buy things myself, as she's busy, so I trucked to the mall with Kel and bought on-sale converse (shush, I know they're trendy, but I need tennis shoes, and they're so pretty in pink(muahaha, double meaning)) and a pair of Express jeans.
Express jeans are ridiculously overpriced, but they fit, whereas other jeans just take a look at my ass and know they have not the strength to contain that amount of bootylishosity and wander off. Plus, all my old pants have, upon recent weight loss, crapped out on me. Loosing weight is dandy, except for the bit where nothing you fucking own fits without sagging and revealing That Which You'd Rather It Wouldn't.
With taking the skirt I initially bought at Famous Bar back, I should be at ~$100. However, it's not like she'd really know if I didn't take the skirt back. If she did know, it's not like she'd be that pissed. She's being such a heinous bitch lately I can't shake the feeling she deserves an intimate encounter with a Mach truck, much less an extra $20. It's IS nice- beige silk overlaid with black tulle, formfitting but not too. I'm taking it back- I just haven't fully reconciled with that decision yet. I so wanted to wear it to Meg's New Years party.
At the mall I ran into Kayta, Naomi, Kayta's little sis, Sidney Younge, Colin Breedlove and Tony Kovall. Naomi is the cutest thing to ever walk the earth with her new haircut- stalk the earth, really. Like a velocilraptor. But cute. Kayta is Kaytatastic and fuck I still need to call her. Sidney is dancing with the New York Contemporary Ballet Company, hoping to attend school when her dancing years are past. She's still beautiful and I'm very happy for her, being able to do exactly what she wants to, even if it is incredibly hard work. Colin's using his A+ dollars to the fullest at a community, and Tony did not break my heart by volunteering for anything stupid. Instead he remains, post Basic, firmly in MO for the time being.
Kel noted how sad it was that Chuck, Will, Tim and Tony- her collective pool of Really Upstanding Guys- had all opted for military in some incarnation. Such are the hazards of living in the South/Midwest, where only the illegal immigrants are poorer than you. Kel considers it their moral duty to donate a LOT of sperm before getting themselves killed, so that the already shallow-end MO gene pool doesn't just turn into a plastic wading pool.
It was unexpected, and fabulous, to see Tony again, to know that he made it through Basic just fine and that he's going to MU in the fall. We narrowly avoided The Beast That is Courtney Banks, which is a blessing.
The only people I still really need to see, that I haven't stupidly forgotten, are Fatima and Will. Tony assures me that Will, unlike Nathan Smith (all 90 lbs. of him), has no intention of volunteering for a tour or, like Tim, doing something dumb like volunteering for Helicopter. Will is in fact in town, and I need to concoct something to do with him.
I finished John Stewart's Naked Pictures of Famous People today. Great book, but why the hell did I attempt to read it while four hours away from my Yiddish dictionary?
FINALLY found Sophie's World! Can finish that sucker! It was in a box with my clean pants! Who knew? Well, obviously, me at one time, as I put it in there, and possibly Jer, as he was standing in the room when I did so. But other than that.
