Wednesday, February 28, 2007
love can destroy everything
i can't quite place my finger on it, but i'm pretty sure there's something seriously wrong with me.
1:12 AM
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Monday, February 26, 2007
i wanted to remember this:
"All the efforts made by lowering the emissions from the limos was cancelled out by the amount of smoke they blew up Al Gore's ass."
-tonight's Colbert Report
10:36 PM
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
angie's story
so i will always know where to find it:
Angie: so, guess what happened to me today...I was accosted by a mentally challenged man at the grocery store.
Angie: and the bad thing is, I thought he was normal until he grabbed and hugged me
Angie: it was bad times
Nora: aww
Nora: that's so sad
Angie: he has the worst stutter I've ever heard/had to sit through in my whole life
Angie: he said " aaaaaaaaaare y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you in-n-n-n-n-n-n-uh sc-cc--c-c-c-c-cho-oo-o-o-o-l?"
Angie: and I just looked at him and my mother said "Angie--are you in school?!"
Angie: I said "Yeah...I mean..uh...no."
Angie: and he pointed at my leg and said "Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-where did you ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get tho-tho-tho-tho-tho-those pa-papa-pa-pa-pa-pants from?"
Angie: and I said "Uh, mom, where did I buy these pants?" because I couldn't remember the name of Debs. and my mom said "Probably Lane Bryant" so I say "Uh...Lant Bryant?"
Angie: and he said "Wow, y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you're a b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-girl."
Nora: HAHAHAHAHA
Nora: that's great
Nora: GREAT!
Angie: I was like "Mother FUCKER!"
Angie: I was dumbfounded.
Angie: that fuckin guy...
11:40 PM
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
for you, lady
HANNAH IS HOME! I'm so happy!
(here's to writing much less eloquently than you, lady)
11:36 PM
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
new segment!
i think this should be a regular installment:
great angie quotes of the every-so-often.
tonight!:
"I think I'm going to get in bed now...I'm SOOOOO tired. being insulted by the mentally challenged is exhausting."
8:23 PM
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Monday, February 19, 2007
wow!
David Bowie doll. Someone buy it for me!
9:49 PM
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Thursday, February 15, 2007
in a trashcan
There is a feeling that I had on Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever to be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party that night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love with the word "baby" in it. And then more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.
Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the car and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.
"I feel infinite."
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup truck with two nice people when it starts to rain.
11:48 PM
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Friday, February 09, 2007
another bottle of wine down..
i meant to say this a few days ago, and kept putting it off for various selfish reasons which i do not feel the need to put on the internet. now, however, i feel it is time to share with you the loveliness of my grandparents. these are two of the greatest people in my life, and i not only try to model myself after each of them in respective ways, i want to model my romantic life in such a way to end up like them in a number of years. they are 83 and 84 years old, and this april fool's day will be their 64th wedding anniversary. and they are still in love. i couldn't imagine either grandparent without the other; they truly formed two halves of an incredible person, as so many years of marriage would do to a couple. i wish, now, that i can find someone to spend 64+ years with and still be so in love and so happy.
as homage to my grandfather, i give you a story:
grampa and gramma called me on my birthday to wish me a happy one, and since neither of them can hear very well nor have the strength to stay on the phone for more than a few minutes, we talked of mundane things. grampa asked how the weather was, and i told him it was miserably cold but that i heard it was worse in chicago. he said it was, and that it was worse for them because they had no heat in the house. i knew he was kidding, since i knew that if they truly had no heat in subzero weather, they would not be in the house, especially with two daughters with heated homes so close by. he then said it was okay, since he and gramma were sitting close together for warmth. i asked grampa if he turned off the heat himself so he would have an excuse to cuddle with gramma, and after a short pause, he said yes. then gramma chimed in to tell him to stop being silly.
i love them so much.
9:48 PM
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
in the place we used to start
what is it with this day in age, and our methods of communication have become so.. commercial? i find out that she is engaged, and granted she would never tell me herself since we aren't, and have never been, close, but i find out through facebook? and all i can think of is the time that we went to a friend's birthday party, and played some game where one person sat in a blow-up chair in the middle of the room and everyone took turns asking that person questions. and her question was always "what is your favorite color?" because she thought it was important. and i remember sharing a tent with her on the junior year campout, and us writing poems to our respective boyfriends. and when that boyfriend broke up with her a week before the prom and she described it as "the worst pain ever."
and i feel weird remembering these things, since no one else seems to get the comfort out of remembering the past that i do. i used to be able to call him and he'd come over and we'd talk about these things and he'd remember them like i do, since he was there for all of it, but it doesn't apply anymore. now he's happy in the present, and there is so little of the immediate past that we've shared. and he's happy not thinking about it. it's almost debilitating realizing just how alone that makes me.
11:45 PM
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Monday, February 05, 2007
traditional birthday post
i'd like to follow my usual and post something stupid and narcissistic, but my heart's not in it this year. it's been a pretty crappy day, with a few sharp highlights i can think of. and as much as i'd like to share those with you, i can't help but focus on the negative. and it sickens me, but i can't help it right now. i'm sorry.
10:16 PM
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