Sunday, March 29, 2009

Keeping this up-to-date...

These Journal Entries, by the way, will be going up on my photo website, followed by photos. They're quite engaging photos, actually. They're the entire focus of this project, really.
` (Today's entry updated.)


March 26, 2009 Thursday

I was at the gym late, with the intention of giving John a ride home if he still needed it. As I was approaching, he called to say that he got his new truck today, which was funny. He was still staying there late because he needed to fix a treadmill, which was quite fascinating to the little Russian boy, Ole, whose mother and grandmother comes in to clean the gym each night. The problem with the treadmill? I'm not sure, but it may have something to do with the fact that there was a large hoop earring stuck in it!


March 27, Friday

Early this morning, I learned that the author of the book called Hillary's Bush changed his book title to Hillary's Bush Connection because Johnny's band is called Hillary's Bush - and has been for a year now, thank you very much!
` He was trying to get them to change their website url, because he wants theirs - HillarysBush.com! He's out of luck, however.
` Also, 48 hours ago, Crazy Landlady posted a 48-hour notice on the door for her to come over with some inspectors, but didn't show up until I got to the gym. I heard some interesting things had happened.
` While I was at the gym, however, I couldn't help but noticed JustIn waving to me in the dark outside. He came in and I coaxed him to get on the elliptical beside me where I could admire his new tongue ring, sans thrush!
` Later on, I went to his house where I molested his friend Josh, who in turn molested him with the head of a guitar. It was hot. JustIn's brand new computer seriously has a crashing problem, I discovered. Anyway, JustIn's tentative girlfriend Christinathor came over. Can you believe, she's still in the FriendZone? I'm way in the FriendZone now, too. Damn monogamy!


March 29, Sunday

Not sure I remember what's been happening lately. All I can say is that Lou Ryan has been studying for his role as 'Pinhead Simon' by watching Hellraiser movies for the past few days. I've been busy, but feeling crappy, probably because the air has been so cold and damp in the past few days.

Last night, I got to sleep at around nine so that I could wake up bright and early. Didn't work out that way.
` For Mysterious Reasons, the bird alarm clock my mom sent in the Christmas Box went off at midnight, chirping up a storm, which I was sleeping through (thank you, earplugs!) until Lou Ryan woke me up to demand that I turn it off.
` I admitted that I had no idea how to, and he kept telling me I did, obviously, because it's my alarm clock and I've had it for a few months now. Heaven forbid I have never found a use for it!
` So, I did the only thing I knew how, after sliding sliders and pushing buttons to no avail - I removed the plastic card that contained the bird chirps, which I had done before sometime last month the last time the alarms suddenly began going off for no apparent reason.

Amazingly, I got back to sleep. And that was when John got home with a friend who set my car alarm off! This stirred Lou Ryan into a panic - he levitated right up to the window, being a superhero and all, trying to see what was going on.
` I tried to relax and not be worked up or anything, but to no avail. So, I got up, ate some fruit cocktail and some intoxicants and finally, after two hours, got back to sleep.
` Finally, when I woke up, sunlight streaming through the window, it was almost noon.

I was SO pissed.

Nevertheless, I got up and did my first two orders of business - get some caffeinated beverage going and figure out what my school schedule is for tomorrow (because I seemed to have lost my second copy of it).
` Looking online for the schedule was quite a job for my pre-caffeinated brain. When I finally managed it, I grabbed my scheduler, which I haven't used in months, to write it down.
` No sooner was my pencil poised, but the teakettle began screeching very loudly, so I ran to the kitchen, removed the kettle from the stove and ran back as fast as I could - as the suspense was killing me! - only to find Lou Ryan sitting at the computer!
` I screamed incoherently and he ran away.

How pathetic is that? I go to bed at nine in order to wake up early in the morning, and I'm still a wreck by lunchtime, not yet having had my morning coffee.

I'm telling you, no matter what I do, getting up in the morning remains out of my control and it's ruining my life! Is there some kind of conspiracy?
` If it isn't alarms going off, it's Lou Ryan rolling on top of me or snoring, which my earplugs don't do much against, or a really loud vehicle is being driven past the house, etc.
` Crap like that wakes me up every night. I am constantly a wreck! And yes, that is why I wear earplugs to bed!

Luckily, after I wrote down my school schedule, I noticed that I have afternoon classes this quarter instead of morning classes, as I had thought they were, so it looks like I won't have to be getting up early anyway.
` Well, the gym closes at four o'clock today. Better get a move-on!

By the time it was necessary to go to the gym before it closed, I'd gotten a few things done, but still hadn't called anyone nor was I able to upload many pictures because of the number of times they just won't upload at all.

Feeling somewhat sleepy and sad (or S.A.D.?), I took a break to lie in the sunlight coming in through the balcony doors. Both of my cats lay down on either side of me and it was such a Kodak moment that I asked Lou Ryan to take a photo.
` His response was; "Honey, come on!" You'd think I'd just asked him to show Vada how to climb a tree!
` In disbelief, I said, "Why not? No one has ever taken a picture of me besides me! It's someone else's turn for once!"
` But then, there was a crashing sound and a lot of swearing, so I didn't push the matter any further.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit!! I'm trapped! Someone help! If I had only known this was going to happen, I would have had Lou drop me off on the street so I could walk home instead of getting my brain all primed for being productive and then letting it all rot again.
` Anything is better than being a third wheel, being dragged along to do something that involves sitting and sitting and sitting in this godawful truck.
` I don't even have my phone so I can't make any phone calls. It's been two hours since I left the gym, so it's too late to call anyone by now anyway. Worst of all, I have a million things to do and I'm just expected to sit here while the sun gets closer and closer to the horizon, like I'm a sack of flour!

It's such a beautiful day and I'm wasting it sitting in a truck so that other people can move some furniture and can't even do what I need to do to get ready for school tomorrow! Sit sit sit sit sit! GOD!!
` All that work getting myself awake and I'm sleepy again because all I can do is be PASSIVE! There's nothing for me to do! There's no reason for me to be here!
` I bet that if I were dropped off at 41st street, I would have walked the two miles home and been there alone with no one to bug me, getting done what I need to get done instead of taking up space in Lou's truck, which doesn't even have room for me!

By the time I got back home it was seven o'clock, and I was so exhausted from sitting there in the truck doing nothing for three hours that I fell asleep finishing up what I'd been doing earlier, so I just went to bed and slept for another three hours.
` See? Typical day full of wasted time - now you see where all my time goes!
` After I got up, John came home. The night owl. With a nice steaming mug of hot chocolate at hand, I sewed the button back on my pants and fixed the enormous hole in my shirt. Who knows what late night projects he is working on now? Sometimes I hear him Dremeling....

When it was bedtime again, some blasting music kept me up until 2 in the morning, and I finally got up to find nobody listening to the stereo, so I turned it off, wondering how the others could sleep through it.

Have I written about how Crazy Landlady brought in two contractors, who didn't even do residential construction, and who fled in terror because of C.L.'s insanity? Well, that happened. Now you know.

4 comments:

Kingcover said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! :-)
Hoping you have a really wonderful day today

S E E Quine said...

How did you know? Thank you!

And drat me for checking my blog late.

Kingcover said...

Because I'm good at remembering birthdays :-)
Remember I sent you that poem last year on your b'day too?

S E E Quine said...

Oooh yes, how can I forget? I still have that... makes me... excited just thinking about it!

That reminds me - must post more of My Life, including my Birthday Bash!