They Say The Heart Of Rock And Roll Is Still Beating, And From What I've Seen I Believe Them.
I've taken to writing lists into my phone of things I want to speak about here. But most of the time, when I go to actually write about it, I have absolutely no idea what any of the little notes and abbreviations I've written myself mean.
Dear Diary,
Friday I started my first day of kindergarten. My teacher's name is Mrs. DaNapoli and a lot of people are surprised that I can say her name right. We spent the day learning about our new classroom and what kindergarten is all about. I think it sounds pretty lame, but I'm willing to give it a shot because my mother said it's against the law for me to stay home and play Barbies and do crafts all day. We made cookies in the shapes of our hands and a heart in the middle- it has something to do with family and love so I decided to split the entire cookie with my family giving each member a finger to eat (and saving the biggest part for myself!). Naturally, I gave my sister the middle finger. She says I'll be the coolest kid in school because I have a Hannah Montana backpack and I know the words a Ben Kweller song and I say things like, "The Beatles are the best rock and roll band ever". I think she's right.
Kindergarten is the shit.
Love,
Ruthie.
I didn't write about the wedding in Chicago, but I've really been meaning to. I have a lot of pictures to post, too. I'll get around to it tonight, I'm sure. But some highlights (as written in my phone) included:
-The dancing wedding gnomes that we convinced ourselves were occupied by my cousin Paul and my Aunt Marie only because they "mysteriously" disappeared 5 minutes before the gnomes came out and 5 minutes after they left. It really doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure that one out.
-Big Marissa using nail glue to put her eyelash back on when it fell off.
-Little Marissa informing our table that her boobs are, in fact, real after I congratulated her out loud on her excellent boob job. I refused to believe that my 15 (16?) year old cousin has much larger breasts than I could ever dream of having.
- "When they set Mara's piece of cake down, Mara asked the waiter for a bigger one"-Paul
"That's funny Paul, that's exactly what you said to God when you saw the size of your penis"-Mara
-My cousin Dominic crying during his speech. But that was not to be outdone by the Maid of Hono(u)r's speech which was the most wretched and horrible thing I've ever witnessed. I wanted to cry for her.
-Denise and Marissa falling asleep in the limo on the way back from the wedding while Auntie Marie was hanging out the sunroof.
-My Uncle Charles and some strange fat man both seperately telling me that I had the best dress at the wedding (my Uncle even went as far as to tell me that it was better than the brides, but I feel as though he was just blowing smoke up my ass).
Pictures will follow. And they're so great, I promise.
In other news, Cara and myself have returned to Tallahassee. The first night I was so homesick I wanted to cry. But I didn't and now our new apartment is really starting to feel like a home, despite not having any furniture whatsoever (besides a table and chairs, which we WILL be returning to Target once this little stint is over with). But I strongly feel that the fresh flowers and constant flow of wine is really playing a big part in that. It's okay. It'll be okay.
When we first got here, my favorite part was our blind neighbor, George and his seeing eye dog. Mostly because the first thing he said to us was "Oh, looks like someone finally moved into Nicole's old place". It made me feel like I was in a sitcom and I half expected to hear the audience laughing in the background.
Now, unfortunately, George is my least favorite part. He's sweet and kind but I tend to get annoyed when I feel obligated to speak to someone every time I enter or leave my house. He's ALWAYS outside. It's mean and I feel rude and I know I shouldn't feel such hostility towards my blind neighbor. I'll work on it.
But I was really impressed when Cara was bringing our new trash can inside and set it down outside in order to open the door and he said "oh, looks like someone bought a new trash can" and knew this solely because of the sound it made when she set it down. Which was the sound of plastic hitting the floor. Try and figure that one out.
The other day though, Cara told him she'd "see him later". She really, really felt bad about it afterwards.
But really, what we all should be focusing on here is the fact that Dave Grohl claims that he had never heard the song "Tiny Dancer" until he was 31 years old and he saw that one scene in Almost Famous. That alone is mind baffling to me and I refuse to regard his musical capabilities in the same manner I have in the past. And I encourage all others to do the same.
I'm making steak flank stuffed with provolone cheese & spinach with a medley of avocados, tomatoes, red peppers, and green peppers in a homemade balsamic dressing on the side for Cara and myself tonight.
I swear to fucking God. (Looks like you have yourself some competition.)
Tomorrow night I plan to have a bed-in (sans bed, as mine is still in storage) with John and Yoko and finish watching The U.S. Versus John Lennon. Cara and Penny will probably join me and we're not going to cut our hair either.
"It's all happening!"