long time no write
right.
Its been a boring ass couple of days, thats why I havent written anything. Let's see if I can't muster something tonight.
Joey thinks that I don't write enough about the "normal stuff" that goes on in my life so here is the normal stuff:
Today I:
woke up at 10:30 because my dad wanted me to call leigh about a job we are both doing.
I called leigh and she wasnt home. I called Frank (our boss), he wasn't home. I really needed some coffee because 10:30 is early for someone who normally gets up at noon. So I went to the kitchen to make some coffee. I fucked up and absent-mindedly put the coffee grounds into the water compartment of the coffee machine. I had to clean that out and it was really messy and water got all over the floor, and my dad yelled at me. By the time that fiasco was over it was 11:30 and I was more awake.
While the coffee was brewing, I started some amazing mixes for my two best friends from home, Ali and Leigh. I love them, but they don't know about music so the possibilities were endless. I ended up with some good shit. Mixes are, by nature, incredibly relaxing and theraputic. I just zone in and get really perfectionist about it. In addition the actual CD, I make really ornate, themed liner notes for each mix, which take me days. (These particular cds are complimentary mixes in that they have the same bands on each one, but they are, of course, tailored specifically to the idiosyncratic likes and dislikes of both leigh and ali. The mixes are called "a new born mix :: parts one and two". Leigh's is pink and Ali's is blue. Thus complimentary. Sounds corney but its great. There's this whole creepy baby theme. I say creepy because I hate children -- I know I've said that already. I still think the best liner notes I ever made were for the mix I made Chris. They were epic.)
"Beep." - the coffee machine.
When the coffee was done, I poured myself a mug and drank it black and in a hurry. It was about Noon.
While I continued work on the mixes my Uncle Dan IMed me. His nick name is "Dan 'The Man' Zupan". And he is that cool. Jazz musician (tenor sax) by night (he was once in "down beat" magazine), and computer something by day, he rocks Boston like no other middle aged Dad. He wears a lot of black and denim and he likes to talk to me about boys and music and fashion. At one point in the conversation he said: "gotta go, the boss is coming" and he signed off. He is the fucking shit.
Shortly there after, Ali called and said "after I go to the gym and take a shower, do you want to come to burlington with me?" Sure, how long will it be? "an hour or so." (it was 1:00) Ok, see you at 3:00.
This is when my day got exciting:
I called a used book store in town and asked if they needed any help, the lady said "yes, when can you start" anytime. "7 dollars an hour. Is it ok if we pay you in cash?" are you kidding? yes.
So I finally got a fucking job. At a used book store. Fuck yeah.
I continued to work on my mix, and I found this symbol online:
I thought it was FANtastic. It turns out it was in another persons blog because they found it first. I think it means "do not suffocate baby", but they labled it as "choke baby". Either way, I may make it my new LJ background and I think I want to tattoo it to my neck.
At 5:00 ali came to pick me up and we went to Burlington. It is the biggest city in VT and it is about as big as the freshman quad. We went with the intention of buying ali a pair of black pants.
I found a black tank top that I didn't buy because I already have six. six.
When we were in J.Crew, (Ali still believes in rugby stripes and khaki), i tried on some bathing suits. By the way, you have to be flat chested and skinnier than lara flynn-boyle to wear J.Crew bathing suits. Fuck that shit. Also, one of the ladies who worked there came up to me and said "I love your outfit, you look fantastic" thanks. thanks very much. "I am 35" really? "I will never look that good again in my life" That made me feel stupid and young and suddenly I realized that I may think the same way about 19 year olds when I'm that age, but I doubted it because I wouldnt be wearing capris "in stone" with bumble bees embroidered onto them, a chartruse cotton tank top with a popped collar (i know, collared tank tops, WTF?) and a creme colored cable sweater over my shoulders.
I smiled and tried to look interested in mens button down shirts, (one was nice because it was black).
I did buy a great headband at Ann Taylor.
Ali did not find black pants.
8:30
We went to dinner at a great restaurant called "sweetwaters". We sat across from some really fucking hot guys who kept listening to our conversation. I HATE it when people do that. In the middle of our dinner, (wonderful salad), I said to ali "I wonder if there are any good S and M shops around here. The ones in ohio suck my cock". They laughed, realized they blew their cover, waved and then minded their own fucking buisness. Assholes. (but it was fun).
On the way home we heard the song "bearly breathing" on the radio. You know, early ninties, awesomely bad:
"As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray that you will hold me dear.
Though I'm far away I whisper
your name
into the sky,
and i will wake up happy."
for somereason we knew all the words. We sang them really loudly and I missed a phone call from Colin.
Now I am home, writing this.
This was a long entry, but I'm going to be gone for two days to clean lake houses, and this is the only LiveJournal fix I have for a long time. Leave me some comments so I will gasp when I check my email in 2 days.
Ahh, it is now 12:48 am and at 7:00 am i have to be woken up by my father, call leigh and frank and make some coffee.
practice makes perfect
talk to you all soon,
M