That Worked Out Well
So I got off work at noon yesterday and basically cruised around town having fun with Hazel. We had Boba tea, Noodles, two trips to St. Mark's to bug Michel. It was good. Then the grand debate came. To go to class or not. See Nick and Chuck aka Transistor Radio Sound (also known as two of the cutest people ever) were playing a show at the Breakdown at about 5.30, our classes started at 5.30. WHY GOD WHY?!?!? Well feeling bad that we had infact ditched our first class of the semester in favor of going to a show we grudgingly went to class. When we met up after class we set off for st. mark's to meet Nick...nick one that is. Well on the way we decided to swing past the Breakdown, as luck would have it the show started about an hour and a half late so we managed to see most of their set! Go us! Unfortunatly the very audible rumbling in our tummys kept us from staying for Bad Weather California.
You Picked The Wrong Week.
This week I have gone from annoyed to irritated to frustrated to angry to livid when it comes to people. It has been a bad week. I am more stressed out and anxious now than I have ever been. Friday night i swept though all these stages in rapid fire several times. I need to have a serious talk with someone that i wanted to get out of the way this evening but that was unfortunatly delayed. We all know that i don't do well with confrontation, unless things turn around real fast, that may be a thing of the past.
My parents decided to go camping leaving Dave and I on our own. Now Dave and I had decided some time back that the first rule of being left home alone would be NO PARTIES! (You can probably see where this is going) When i got home from work i lounged in my room for awhile. Dave told me a few of his friends were going to come over for a little while. No problem, he has done this before. Three or four of them hang out, get stoned and play video games.
About an hour after they arrive my phone rings, it's Dave. He's at Wendy's. Just wanted to let me know that some of his friends were hanging out at the house still. From the living room I can hear the sounds of them beating one another with our inflatable guitar birthday cards, i see this as the perfect opertunity to take my plate into the kitchen. I very casually walk out of my room and through the dinning room to the kitchen where I proceed to dump the remainder of my soda in the sink, rinse my plate and put it in the dishwasher. As soon as I appeared all 5 (5!!) of them froze and lunged for seats, wildly watching my every move as though i were going to attack at any second.
When I returned from St. Marks at midnight I walk through the backyard to find that instead of the 5 teenagers that had been there when i left, there are now only 3. The relief of seeing this doesn't last long however. I walk into my kitchen to find a pile of weed sitting on the kitchen counter next to a large box of Keystone Light and half empty glasses of whiskey. Half an hour later, in need of cheering up, Hazel and I take a trip to Queen Supers and talk to Scotty. In the half hour I was gone the teenagers multiplied, there are now between 15 and 20. Beer bottles and cans cover the coffee table and counters, more pipes have appeared and for some reason there are bathroom towels thrown everywhere. Listening to them, I remember exactly why I hated high school. Hazel was nice enough to hang out with me as I ushered Dave into getting his friends to leave (a few minutes later I was informed that they would all be staying the night) and then as they began the "clean up." At around 3.30 or so when they were all staking their claims as to where they would be sleeping and generally being annoying high school kids, I went to walk Hazel out. She soon found herself alone in the kitchen as she heard me yell at them "If you are staying here, you need to shut up." At which point one girl made a loud whiny comment to one of the boys prompting my response "No, shut up or get the fuck out. I will call the police on my own house. Do you understand?" Silence. I walk Hazel out to the alley where we notice a car having a hard time parallel parking. Once finally in the space we realize that not only is it one of Dave's friends returning to the house, but Dave himself. I am well beyond angry at this point.
Dave comes in and with the help of a few of his friends (I assume anyway) clean some of the house. Around 4 he walks past my room and is surprised to see that I am still awake, after my threat the house was amazingly quiet. He manages a few words before I cut him off telling him that he was probably the last person I wanted to see at that particular moment. Dave and I have a pretty good relationship and I very rarely am able to tell someone that I have absolutly no desire to see or speak to them. When I said it to Dave I can only imagine the look on my face, he turned pale and started apologizing profusely. Depending on how I feel in the morning and how clean the house is will determine what the parental units find out. Lets hope he and his friends got the place pretty clean since I refuse to pick up anything, told him that if they found any evidence that I would not hesitate to spill everything and he has to be at work in about, oh, 5 hours.
Quote of the Week
Hazel and I have decided that there needs to be a quote of the week, and for the most part, this quote should come from the Scottish security guard at Queen Supers.
Scotty: This guy comes in a few minutes ago and is all surprised saying 'what do you mean I can't buy booze after midnight?!' and I tell him 'that just how it is, tough titty in the big city, at least the milk's still good.'
that alone was worth the trip.
I'm Married to the Sea
Yesterday i was fucked and Hazel was stumped over a problem. Today she is fucked and I am stumped. While saying our good byes at Dino-nite I received a text message from her saying "No! Nick Casey just asked me out! No! No! No!" Now, I have known Nick since Kindergarten, he is Norman Bates times 10. He is the kind of guy that 5, 10, 15 years down the road if I turn on my tv and see that there has been an office shooting and see his picture I won't be surpirsed. At all. He has pointed out places snipers could hide while walking down the street. He is the kind of guy you just want to be nice to, he makes you so uncomfortable. So that brings up the problem of her being asked out by him.
First of all she was alone at work with him when he told her he would like to ask out this other girl who is a known lesbian, saying "I'd like to fuck her." *shudder* When Hazel pointed out that she isn't into guys, he asked her out to a lazer show this coming weekend. Not wanting to be the one to finally set him off Hazel made up an excuss about probably not being able to get off work, at which point he offered to call their boss and request it off for her. When it came time to leave Hazel locked up and b-lined for her scooter, he chased her down and asked which would work better for her, Friday or Saturday.
After returning from Dino-nite I hurried across the street to her house where we both sat a bit shell shocked before deciding that we needed junk food. now. So we walked up the hill to Queen Supers.
For those of you who have not been to queen supers you should go, the people there are amazing. For those of you who have never been at 1am, make it a point to go. There is a Scottish security guard who is too awesome for words. Not only does he have a rockin' accent but he is super nice, funny and his name is Scotty. As we were leaving he told us to be careful, it's a full moon and people were acting crazy. We pointed to our bags of cookies and said we were well aware. At this point he walked us out of the store and began telling us hilarious stories of various crazies. One involving an abusive boyfriend trying to get his girlfriend to cash a fradulent check,
"now ladies, you know this area right? What can you get for $40 at 4am?"
Hazel: "I am going to guess it starts with C"
Scotty: "You are a clever one"
Me: "I wasn't even going to narrow it down that much, i was just going to say that odd are it wasn't legal...or at very least FDA approved."
Scotty: "yeah, and neither was he, let me tell you, that guy was about as good as a used condom with a hole in it, not worth a fuck."
Now remember, that was in a scottish accent, making that alone worth the trip to the store.
Work Ruins Everything
Those of you who know me know that i am not a morning person. In fact, I like to skip mornings all together whenever possible. Today I had to be at work at 6.30. Six fucking thirty!! And despite the fact that I work in a coffee shop, i didn't get any coffee until around 9.30 when my mom proved once again why she is the coolest person ever. I left work with the intention of going home to change in to my Ann Taylor stock shirt before going to my other work. Instead my mom asked me how my day was, I complained that it just kept going! She pointed out that it was only 9.15, I must have looked like I was going to cry or something because she bought me a cup of coffee and drove me to work where I stayed until 7.15 processing pants. I really hate pants.
But at least tomorrow I get to work more civilized hours, 1-4, before going back to the 8+ hour days that thrsday and friday will bring. So you should all come down to Curious Coffee at 16th and Grant and see me.
p.s. if this doesn't make any sense, I'm sorry. I've been up since 5.50, what the hell do you want from me?
Not My Week.
Great. Now I have food poisoning...or the flu.
I Need to Complain.
I am having a bad day.
I woke up this morning with a nice cramp in my lower abdomen that is yet to go away. Showed up 5 hours early to work because I read Anthony's shift as my own. Turned what would be a 5 hour shift into an 8 1/2 hour one. Am really worried about my mom (she had a dizzy spell the other night and fainted in the bathroom hitting the door on her way down which not only cut part of her head open but gave her a black eye, and because it was in the middle of the night, no one heard it). And the straw that broke the camel's back, showing up to the house sitting house to find that the cat had used the ENITRE living room as a liter box. Unless it is for John, I am done house sitting.
Rabbit Stew
Have you seen the cinamtic classic "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"? If you haven't, fuck off and watch it. Now. If you have, and i believe that is the case for most of you, you know that little bunny rabbit that guards the entrance to the cave that tells where the grail can be found? The one with the vicious streak a mile wide? I'm pet sitting it.
Something I have learned about pet sitting, people conveniently forget to mention that their pets can and do escape on a regular basis. This bunny is not in a traditional cage, but in a coral of sorts in the middle of an office. When i first saw it it looked so big and floppy and lazy and sweet. I soon realized this was an act. The first time he got out I caught him rather easily. But one night I opted to stay the night at the house and this is when my true hatered formed. Around 4.30, 5am I heard a crash come from the office just down the hall from where I was sleeping. I got up to see what had happened and found the bunny not in his pen but sitting on the desk next to it. The next hour and a half was spent coaxing the bunny out from under bed and desks and from the backs of closets. Finally I trapped him in the room I was sleeping in and passed out. Around 6.30 I wake up to the bunny sitting on my chest and freak out. The bunny flees to the depths of the closet where he finds some tissue paper to amuse himself for the next 4 hours. When I get up, I try for another hour to catch the damn bunny before going to work. An 8 hour shift later I return to continue the hunt.
Rabbit hunting has become a daily routine. I feel like Elmer Fud with out the speech impediment and cool hat. And the Bunny isn't witty, he is evil.
Now just because the bunny escapes and runs around doesn't make him evil. That makes him crafty and there is a slight difference. But as Kiyomi and and my cousin Brian have discovered, this is a growling bunny. He growls at you! I've entered the office to find Kiyomi standing on a chair yelling that the bunny tried to attack her! It sits with its claws out! Earlier I tried to brib it out from under a desk with lettuce, a trick that usually works, it lunged at me!! AND HIT MY FINGER WITH ITS TEETH!!! Causing both Brian and I to yelp and jump away as fast as humanly possible. In the words of Python, this is the most foul tempered rodent you ever laid eyes on! I. Hate. This. Bunny. Rachel I feel you can comiserate, after all I believe your profile says something along the lines of "You hear me world? No more evil bunnies!" and this one most certianly is. Dani, I'm sorry.
The Pink Robots Won
My fish Yoshimi just died. Now The Importance of Being Ernest Shackelton is all alone and I am sad.
Blackout
On my way home from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" with my mom, I noticed that starting at Speer Blvd. the neighborhood was very dark. in fact the 15 blocks from Speer to Colfax were without power I noticed as I drove over to St. Mark's. But what got me was not that the power and all the traffic lights were out, but that on 9th and Downing there was someone directing traffic. Not just some random guy, but military personnel, in full military (and by this I mean camo) fatigue. Maybe it's just me, but while directing traffic, at night, in a blackout I would want to be wearing tin foil or something equally as reflective, not camouflage. I mean hell, why not just wear all black and stand in the middle of the road? In his defense he did have 2 silver strips of electric tape on him, but not enough to stop me from almost hitting him.
