You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

I am pretty sure I am sick, but can't really pinpoint what's wrong. Low grade fever, upset tummy, constant headache. Oh, yes and my EFFING period. Ugh. I have been forcing myself to go to work but this weekend I am going to SLEEP like no one's business!

Aw, I hadn't seen this before...reminds me of JP. The video is a bunch of 80s cartoons set to Bonnie Tyler's Holding Out For A Hero (best song off the Footloose soundtrack TBH). Gives me the warm fuzzies!

Ugh. Wild fires are raging 15 miles north/northeast of us and everyone seems to be losing their shit over lack of containment/drought conditions exacerbating the situation/etc. I am going to sit here and pretend I am a pretty, pretty princess until I can get a grip. What made it real to me was that my work just instituted their "Red Alert" system, where they call you and tell you that there is bad weather/dangerous conditions/the Apocolypse happening and to be careful. I just got 2 voice mails and 2 text messages from some creepy disembodied voice. 

Two weeks to go until I depart for the family cruise. My parents, Paul, and I are flying to Los Angeles to meet up with the Kid and Traci to go on a Carnival cruise. I am looking forward to spending time with my family, but preparing for the trip has been a pain because everyone keeps asking me questions, but I can't remember 5 minutes ago, much less 5 years ago (also JP always took care of planning our previous cruises and no one seems to want to ask him anything).

All this plus my own planning and the thought of navigating my parents through airports and onto the ship just makes me want to lie down. And never get up. Wah, wah, wah - me and my middle-class, first world problems, eh?

The local playhouse is putting on Xanadu: The Musical and I have already bought tickets! I don't have...high expectations, but if someone wants to put on rollerskates and pretend to be a Muse while singing Magic and Suddenly, then I am honor-bound to go and watch them do it. Yay!

Okay, time to go be a grown-up or something.

The best line from Idiocracy:

Rita: You think Einstein walked around thinkin' everyone was a bunch of dumb shits?
Pvt. Joe Bowers: Yeah. Hadn't thought of that.
Rita: Now you know why he built that bomb.

I don't know why I am thinking of that movie, but it always seems to be in the back of my mind every time I read the news or take a gander at some forum or community not carefully moderated.

Just watched Clerks. Oh, happy memories! I remember when that movie was considered the epitome of wit and the voice of our generation. Now it seems that every other kid is dying of ennui and a desperate need to be this clever. Fail. Fail. Fail.

Speaking of being a Gen X-er, Stone Temple Pilots is coming to Austin next weekend, but it's my brother's birthday and we are having a late lunch/family party for him on the day of the concert. Oh, well.

Um. I bought new underwear today? Yeah, that's all I got. Later, taters!

Met an old high school friend for lunch today. Made me all giggly and then wibbly and then a little sad. When I first met this girl, I couldn't stand her - she was mad-crushing on my older brother and I thought she was just trying to get on my good side because of that. But even after she found out my brother was gay, she still hung around and we became going out buddies.

We spent the lunch hour today just talking about some of our insanity: drunk times, good times, bad times, and even the time we hid from the police. Ah, the good old days! She is a very positive person and although this was supremely annoying when we were 20, I find I tolerate it a little better now. Anyway, yay for renewing friendships!

Also this week, I have happy hour with the girls on Thursday, a heart-to-heart over sushi with a co-worker on Saturday, and the Green Day concert on Sunday. When it rains, it pours. All this socializing is going to make me mucho exhausted!

Also, Nay-nay called me earlier today to tell me she might be out of a job. Again. Oy to the vey.

Damn American Idol, making me want to buy disco music. Noooooooo!!! Yuck. Am going to download the new Depeche Mode and Pet Shop Boys instead and then I will feel like my own woman again.

In wtf?! news, one of my ex-boyfriends contacted me through Facebook. Very strange to hear from him. We had some good times as a couple, but the break ups were messy and repetetive. The friendship that grew out of that survived us dating other people (including my dating a friend of his) and we were just a lot more fun as buddies. We finally ended things for good when he refused to invite me to his wedding because his bride didn't want me there (totally understandable but it hurt because ALL our friends went). And here we are, ten years later. Weird but good.

My boss recently brought some tamarind apples into work and now I am mad craving them, even though my sister the dental hygienist will get after me for eating them because tamarind destroys tooth enamel. Boo!

And since the month is drawing closer to an end (I KNOW, right?!), I feel I must post a little more poetry:

Save as Draft

Or write as poem. The whole point is often
what we miss out on. To revise is to reconsider
the experience of, say, a leaf — never mind
that it is not green anymore. Or, pardon the sudden
evening. The transition was nice enough;
the explosive colors of dusk. And, didn’t you feel
so much sadness? I cannot explain it any better
than how I could when the outlines were still there:
trees and some wonderful new shapes.
Since then, things have changed. A pale hand
moves in the darkness. And someone is calling out,
come to bed, come to bed. And it is just you.
The evening insists on evening. It is that simple.
It is late enough as it is.

-- Joel M. Toledo

American Idol-verse (this one is short, I promise): I am officially off the deep end. I TURNED OFF DEPECHE MODE earlier in favor of David Cook's pre-AI CD, Analog Heart. Pretty good stuff, I gotta say. Just the kind of music I enjoy.


Nay-nay called last night to beg me to come and pick her up from her grandparent's house (she was visiting for the weekend). I had just gone shopping, so when I pulled up, I put the huge pack of toilet paper in the passenger seat. She opened the door and I asked, "So, who's house are we doing first?" She cracked up and that immediately set the tone for the night. We went and ate at Las Palapas (old hangout) and then drove to our high school to wander around. Trippy.

So, a borderline obsessive crush on a TV character/cute boy rocker, a pretty bitchy girl spewing her shit all over me, and wandering around Holmes with my oldest friend: I think I am back in high school, ya'll. I even broke out last night. Rawk.