I’ve been in it since I was 19. And at this rate, will be in it til I die.
19 to my death. My whole life. Not one bit of it alllll mine or to myself, accountable solely to me.
None.
It’s freakin me out.
But I know if I let go of him, I’ll never get him back.
I know this.
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Holy embarrassing Batman, I want to see the Hannah Montana movie.
Really, I do.
I’m an elderly person*, an educated person, with a decent job (for now), and yet I feel compelled to haul out to the theater, pay $8, and blow 2 hours of my life on this teeny-bopper blond extravaganza.
Why?
I have no idea.
Oddly enough, my sister (19 years old) did go see it, though she had to pay for her friend’s ticket in order to get anyone to go with her. She loved it enough to want to see it again and to buy the CD. Woah. Maybe I should go.
Why am I not going? I don’t want to be seen there and I can’t justify spending the money.
But I still want to see it. If you need me, I’m the one who smells like bubblegum.
*Nearly 24, which is nearly 25, which is nearly 30, which is halfway to 60, which is almost as old as my grandparents, who should become elderly any day now.**
**This is a discussion for later, but I really do have a hard time seeing my grandparents as elderly. Their parents, my great-grandparents were elderly from my earliest memories of them. My grandparents are now great-grandparents and the same age their parents were when my real first memories of them were formed.
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I fell in love with a dog this weekend. The shelter has named him Duncan (we renamed him Dottie before we even met him [there's a story, but it's not totally relevant to this story]). He’s a 5 month old chihuahua/dachshund.
His previous owner didn’t want him anymore, and by some accounts, had abused him. He’s a timid little guy who seemed to scared to bark when we got close to him.
When we first decided that we were going dog meeting, we looked online to find the shelters in the area, and many of them have pictures of adoptable animals. This dog was on there and as soon as we saw his picture, we knew we were in love.
When we got to the shelter, we walked around to all the cages and greeted the dogs, many of whom returned the love with much vigor. There were a few nice dogs that we were interested in and one we still think Dad would like.
We made a second lap back around to see if we had missed any on our first lap. It turns out we had. That puppy that we had fallen in love with online was hiding in the back of his kennel and when we approached, he squished his butt further against the back of his cage. After a while, he came up to the front and let us touch his cage and didn’t look so much like he was going to crap himself any second.
When we called a Humane Society worker over to have him get the puppy out for us to hold, Duncan went nuts. His ears perked up even bigger and his tail went nuts as soon as he saw this guy walk up. Duncan knew this guy and was excited to see his friend. He’s not scared of everyone, just strangers.
We talked to the people about adopting the little guy and ended up taking an application.
That application in hand, we walked out of the place and decided to find the other pet store in town. We got an address and drove around for almost an hour trying to find the place. It had closed some time ago. Excellent way to burn gas, dumbassery is.
We decided to go back to the shelter and hand in the application. Another lady was there who took down some references for my sister (the one adopting the dog)(da love and I can’t have a dog because our landlord says so) (he’s a butthead) (our landlord is) (ok, we know he has a point, but still, we wanna dog!) and called one of them, who gave her a glowing review.
The guy who had helped us get him out of the cage was there the second time we came back and saw us.
The next day, I took da love and mom to meet Duncan. Duncan did not like DL or Mom, but he loved me. HE remembered me and when he saw me come in the room, he stood up and barked a couple times and his tail wagged so furiously you could swear his ass would fly off any minute. The same guy was there again, as was the application lady.
Unfortuately, it’s looking like Duncan will not go to my sister, because there was already another application in for him at the time she turned hers in, and we found out Sunday that a local lady (this shelter, the closest one to where my family lives, is 1 hour from where they live) has been coming in a few times a week for a few weeks working with Duncan. Our odds are not good.
But even still, I’m in love with him.
The oldest younger brother’s junior prom was this Saturday. Didn’t amount to much, since he wouldn’t have gone if his freshman girlfriend hadn’t wanted to go so badly.
He looked studly in his black suit, black shirt, white suspenders, and blue/white/grey striped tie. The whole ensemble cost him $11 for the tie. The suit was borrowed from the high school band program. He looked good.
She looked terrified the whole time she was at our house. I guess we are an intimidating bunch when you first meet us all together. Mom, Dad, me, my two sisters, my younger brother, and m oldest younger sister’s boyfriend. Can be scary I guess. lol. She did fine under the pressure.
Must also mention the dress because, like weddings, it’s really all bout the dress. Big, poofy, blue, and $50 (originally around $500 but bought at this lovely prom dress secondhand store nearby-BRILLIANT). It was one of those dresses with the poofy bottom with lots and lots of tulle that I tried on when planning the wedding and looked ridiculous. I’m around 5′3 and looked like a head poking out of a snowbank. She’s around 5′9 and looked like a princess.
Very nice.
Bitch.
But really, you looked beautiful.
I honestly don’t have much to say. I haven’t been up to much lately. Work, sit around, sleep. Repeat.
Today I contacted a professor I had a couple classes with last semester and asked him if he’d be around next semester ( i knew he wouldn’t since I couldn’t find him in the fall coursebook). He was offered and accepted a tenure-track job near his hometown so he’ll be there come fall. I’m honestly impressed. This guy finished his PhD in spring semester of 08, and he already has a t-t job? Very nice. Congrats!
The point of the contact: solicit grad school recommendations for fall 2010. I know it’s early for that, but like I said, I don’t know where he’ll be then, and I need to be able to contact him at the appropriate time, and to do that I need to know how to get ahold of him! lol. He said he’d love to.
YAY
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Today I (probably) lost my job and then shut my head in a car door.
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Pretty much the greatest thing ever.
Have spent the last two hours reading it almost nonstop. Have paused only to go out for cheap awesome ice cream day and to poop big.
Not much to say.
Th snow has mostly melted.
I’m tired.
It’s early.
I don’t want to go to work.
It’s just been getting more and more frustrating lately.
Crappy 200th post.
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The snow hasn’t come yet. Maybe it won’t show at all.
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There have been vague threats of snow for the last week or so. In an effort to fight the inevitable, I took the following action (as I explained it to my mom):
They’re threatening us with more snow today, but we’ll see how that goes. I did not bring boots today just to spite the weather people.
HAHAHAHA, I say.
It can’t snow if I don’t bring boots to work!
HAHAHAHAHA.
Perhaps you think I’m kidding. Kidding like the grin on a bunny in a carrot factory.
Yup, that serious.
Mom had no response.
