Realization



I was put on this earth to amuse postal counter employees.

Sometimes, I will indulge temptation

Rob and I ordered new phones. We spent the extra money to have them shipped two-day, meaning they'll be here this afternoon (they were already in Doraville as of bedtime last night). I am pretty damn excited, as my new phone is a chic black Razr. My current phone is over three years old, doesn't flip or have a camera, and has suffered much abuse. It has been variously dropped, drowned, and beaten. The thought of my coming Razr, something so shiny and so new, so straight up indulgent as only an over-the-top trendy cell phone can be, makes me so intoxicated I can barely type.

You put your right arm in...

So I never did post my half-written anecdote from last Wednesday, which leads me to believe it wasn't all that funny to begin with. You were spared. Consider yourself lucky.


I’m typing this at home, since I went ahead and played hooky from school today. I hadn’t missed any of these classes yet (and the semester nearly through!) and had lots of errands to run and little things to do around the house, not to mention books I wanted to read, so I decided this morning to just say, “Fuck you, school!” and stay home. I do have to go to my 5:30 class, however, since we’re having a quiz. But by then I should have accomplished lots today. I refuse to feel bad for not sitting in lectures for eight hours today. I refuse, damnit! Ok, maybe I feel a little bad. But not much.


Last night Rob and I endured a going out to eat experience with my family, which is always a trial and tribulation of one kind or another. This time it involved my grandmother and the restaurant manager getting into it over his refusal to let us use a coupon on each seperate check. Grandma ultimately lost, and Grandma does not take loss lightly. It was the perfect bad ending to the perfectly bad meal. However, I learned a long time ago to sit at the opposite end of the table from Grandma, come hell or high water, and to make sure my two cousins are with me. That frees us to spend the meal gossiping and catching up on our two very different worlds: mine, the broke and fabulous urbanite, and theirs, the overwrought decadence of the suburbs.

Rob’s a real trooper through all this. He listens to our loud and racuous stories and ribbings, and occasionally chimes in at just the right moment. Everything our heroine could want in a husband.

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Tomorrow night, in my ESL class, we will be doing the hokey pokey. They had trouble last week remember their right from their left, so really, they brought it on themselves.

[CSY]

I have a longer entry coming, promise. I'm working on it right now, but my brain is tired and I don't want to give you anything too horribly grammatically incorrect. It's a little anecdote about last night, one that I hope you'll find mildly diverting.

[CSY]

Break?

Oh, right, it's been spring break. Which means I should have had lots and lots of time to post here. We all see how well that went.

I have pushed myself well past the limit this semester...blah blah blah. I have several accomplishments I'm really proud of (although this tipsy post is not one of them) and it seems to really be coming together, this whole BEING AN ADULT business. I've started doing my usual spring cleaning, paring everything (friends, stuff in my house) down to the essentials. I've started taking vitamins again and being more mindful about going for walks. This beautiful weather has really helped.

Disjointed, this entry is...I promise to do better soon.

[CSY]