posted on December 24, 2003 @ 9:00 am
"rolie polie olie" on disney
i woke up at 8:30 upon hearing maggie barking frantically in the front yard. the worry wart i am, i thought up some ridiculous scheme involving her becoming abandoned outside and had to check. sarah had just woken up, taken her out, and she was barking at some woman walking down the street. eh, at least i have peace of mind.
sitting at the kitchen table in the dark eating a chocolate chip granola bar, i discovered i have my voice back when i asked sarah if she'd fed ava. it's hoarse, but it's still nothing like yesterday. i think its quality added to the comedic value of anything i had to say. while we were in sam's, i said to mom, "i hate to say anything for risk of jinxing it, but have you noticed my visit has been nice so far? i mean, sometimes sarah's just made me want to go, :yelling at sarah: 'shut up!' but i didn't! i held it back." only my "yelling" came out as a loud whisper. the louder i tried to get, the quieter it came out.
so, after i wrote that entry yesterday, mom called and said she was in k-mart. i pouted and said i wanted to go somewhere since i'd been inside the house for four days (and especially k-mart; i didn't know they had any stores still open even), so she came to get sarah and me. i got dolled up, wearing what i had on during my drive to longview. i put danse macabre and the instigator (nice combination, i think) in the living room stereo, and just as "the el" finished doug and mom walked in. as they listened to "nervous heart," i think they were confused as to why i was listening to something so country, so i turned it off.
as aforementioned, first mom, sarah and i went to sam's. they had a giant set of lego's dragons and knights stuff for $50, and i told mom i didn't care what i got; take it all back and buy me that. then she started going off about not liking that i do that, and sarah and i chimed in when she said, "all you do is want want want." the highlight of that trip was the food sample lady with cheese spreads. :purrs: cheese... when i walked over to a trash can to throw our cups away (sarah had gotten a piece of pizza, and my throat needed lubrication), i saw a wrapped cough drop on the ground. when i returned to mom i asked if i should pick it up, but she said no. "this reminds me on my cream soda during warped tour," so i told her the following story:
water bottles were $3 each, and very obviously we didn't have hundreds of dollars to spend on 16.9 ounce bottles of water. i bought a frozen lemonade so i'd have a cup, which cost me $5 i do believe. at one point, myself and a few other guys were standing behind the table that sold drinks. i don't remember anyone i know being with me, and i'm not really sure how i got alone. nonetheless, we were on the other side of a little baracade keeping us from the coolers filled with melting ice and bottled drinks. there were so many people buying the drinks set out on the table that the man working couldn't possibly pay attention to us. we crept up to the cooler, each of us with some sort of cup or bottle in hand, and just as we near the cooler a guy by us started vomiting everywhere. the man working turned to see a few kids behind his table, half-bent toward his cooler with containers in hand, and one of them throwing up. he started yelling, we all jumped and yelled ourselves, but not before dunking our respective containers into the icy water. mmm, i had strawberry-flavored ice water that lasted approximately two minutes. later i found a large bottle of cream soda on the ground. i ran to it and grabbed it, yelling, "oh my god, liquid!" bryan and i inspected it, and when i saw the seal to the lid had not been broken, i cracked that bitch open and drank it down. it was warm and very ungood, but by god it was liquid.
ok, so standing in the august sun for seven hours make some people go nuts, okay? when we left sam's, we went to target. this was exciting because i hadn't been there in so long. after being griped at as i begged for jewelry and taking a picture of mom holding up a necklace that said "sexy" (quoth she: "hey, do you think jennifer would like this?" ha), we picked up a couple things for jennifer and people mom knew, got food from grandy's, and came home.
oh! i got eyed at target. it was hilarious. we were standing on a side wall with the smelly stuff, i hugging a bottle of lavender body spray after covering myself with it, and sarah and mom putting on different lotions. next to us, a woman was telling someone on her cell phone, "it's absolutely mad in here!"
mom: "absolutely mad!"
me: "is it really that bad? :looks around the abandoned isle:"
i looked over to the woman and caught the eye of her son. he was probably 15, in tight cowboy jeans, boots, white t-shirt, windbraker, braces, baseball cap, sipping on a straw. he had pointed at me with his eyes, you know, like you do to silently point someone out. his sister, around 13 with long blonde hair in a ponytail and everything old navy i'd wager, turned to look at me then said, "oh." :laughs: it was the best thing ever. when we had left and gone down an isle, i told mom, "oh my god, i just got pointed to with that dude's eyes!"
"who?"
"the little redneck over there."
":laughs:"
the runner-up highlight of target was when i found little egg-shaped highlighters. i told mom, "they make vibrators that look like this. jennifer got virginia one for her birthday. she put it on the table, turned it on, and we all died as it started bouncing all around the table. it's powerful, man."
"what are you talking about?"
":loudly: vibrators! they make them just like this. they're called 'the egg.'"
there was a lady next to us. i want to know what she was thinking. ;)
last night i wrapped tons of presents, largely for sarah. she got a chelsea barbie. :D she got a regular one, too, but who cares about that blonde bimbo. i like that chelsea even has red hair. granted it's not as bright as mine, but nonetheless. i hadn't even seen the particular ones she's got; they've got nice outfits on.
i was telling mom and doug about how excited i was jennifer bought me dirty dancing, and they were amazed at the fact i love that movie. mom said, "you're not a mushy girl."
"why do you say that?"
"you like yu-gi-oh."
"what self-respecting person doesn't?"
"i don't."
"obviously you don't respect yourself."
people seriously have no idea, do they?
i started bleeding, and it's like i fucking miscarried or something. it's truly repulsive. the past couple months have been really light, so i suppose this is compensation. bleh. i had to reschedule my annual probing (gyno) since i'd previously scheduled it during "that time of the month" in january. it's with a different doctor now, and i just hope it's a woman still. i don't know why i didn't take the early appointment with the other when i had a chance. once again, bleh. oh well, it must be done.
i suppose nana and papaw will be coming over today. mom said nana sounds terrible, that she could hardly understand what she was saying over the phone. dude, my cousin toby, whose mom (doug's sister) has incurable tumors, his ps2 broke. instead of having him save up $60 to fix it, doug just bought him a new one. my burning question to mom was: "soo...who gets the broken one? like...me?"
"what? :imitating me: a crappy ps2!"
"i have to own everything! and whatever happened to me getting his original playstation, huh?"
i'm still miffed about that. oh well. really, though, i want his broken one. i'd be willing to spend $60 for a ps2, though. then i could waste away into old age playing final fantasies for 32,000 hours a piece. yeah, that was a joke.
i'm going to go take a nap. it's now 9:47, and my body has realized how early it is.