"If Looks Could Kill They Probably Will"
Thursday August 11, 2005
I wanted to do something nice for my parents so I went to Juice Island to get them lunch. My dad was recently diagnosed with high cholesterol, so his diet is more limited. This is horrible, but I’m glad b/c we haven’t been eating so much steak and beef and all the crap. We would have it for dinner like every other night. I’m just not a huge meat fan. Its heavy in my stomach and tends to make me feel ill. But I’m not against having it once in a while or just sparingly for that matter. Anyway, I got my dad a chicken salad and my mom a peanut butter and honey. As it turns out my dad is not hooked on Juice Island. Thank God. I am so sick of fast food. We gave some of the chicken to my dogs. Apparently it was too rich b/c Missy vomited almost immediately. By afternoon Lindsay started wheezing like crazy. She’s always had a little bit of a wheeze that sounded like asthma or something, but it wasn’t very bad. But after lunch she started wheezing really bad and even vomited some. It was disturbing. By evening she stopped mostly. That afternoon my dad and I finally watched Saving Private Ryan . I had bought it for him for his birthday. For being such a fan of war movies, I hate to admit that it was the first time that I had ever seen it. It was really difficult to watch. It was so horribly tragic. The first twenty minutes of that movie are just hard to handle. The beginning and end are just heartbreaking too. I really enjoyed it though. I was surprised to see that Vin Diesel, Ted Danson, and Paul Giamatti were in the movie. I’m not a huge fan of Spielberg’s more recent films, but I did really admire this one. Must. Suppress. Urge. To. Rag. On. War of the Worlds. If you wan't to know my full opinion on this movie, see previous updates, or just comment. Anyway, we ate Don Cucos for dinner. Yay for takeout!
Friday August 12, 2005
My dad called and woke me up at an absurdly early hour: 8:30. Apparently Lindsay’s wheezy cough had returned and he wanted me to go to the vet with him when he came home from work. I told him that might be hard b/c I was seeing Four Brothers with Rachael and Natalie at 11. I left before my dad even came home from work. I met Rachael and Natalie at the movies. Rachael drove! I’m so proud. I hope she’ll take the driver’s test as soon as she turns eighteen. I was starving so I got a hot chocolate at the Studio Eats. Yeah, I know I’m weird: I like hot stuff drinks during the summer. *shrugs* Meanwhile Natalie contemplated buying something herself. She was very indecisive and fickle. It cracked Rachael and me up. We ran into Brooke who was working at one of the concession stands. I felt bad b/c I forgot to talk to a manger and him or her what a good job she was doing. She gets like five bucks on the spot if someone says that. Whoops. I really enjoyed the movie more than I thought I would. I’ve read that the critiques have been generally split on this movie. The actors had good chemistry and it showed onmscreen and it was easy to become involved in their plight. The youngest brother, Jack (crackerjack! lol) was so punk rock and pretty hot. I was shocked to learn he played Brad Pitt’s cousin in Troy. He was very pretty-boy in that movie, and not in a good way. But anyway, the movie had a feel of a western in a modern day urban setting. It’s the type of movie where the audience becomes involved in it, verbally I mean. There was a surprising amount of audience response. That can be a fun theater experience under the right circumstances. Fortunately it was, we only had to deal with this random kid screaming. When the kid’s parent finally dragged them out, I resisted the urge to yell what a bad parent I thought they were. They have no business bringing a young child to a violent R-rated movie. After the movie we ate at Don Cucos, the second time in two days for me. I didn’t mind. I just got something different. They didn’t have our usual table and they apologized(and rightfully so I might add lol). Not much else to report. Afterwards I drove Rachael home. My dad updated me on Lindsay’s condition. The vet said that she has a problem with her trachea. As she gets older it gradually becomes smaller. When she coughs its because she trying to make it larger so she can breathe easier. The vet emphasized that its not life threatening, and very common in small dogs. He gave us some medication to give her if it gets really bad. But the side effects are so horrible that we’ve decided to only give it to her if she really needs it. I’m not sure why Lindsay’s condition suddenly flared up the when it did. She only does it when she gets excited. So whenever we come home from somewhere she breaks into a coughing fit and its hard to calm her down sometimes. Or when she is playing with Missy it will happen. Its very annoying after a while. Therefore, I’ve decided to nickname her Whezzy.
Saturday August 13, 2005
My mom woke me up and seemed annoyed. She made me go with her to the grocery store. I hate going to the grocery store. Though I took a four hour nap on Friday, and got six hours of sleep that night, I was exhausted all day Saturday. It wasn’t fun. As I said before, my dad’s addicted to Juice Island, so thats what we had for lunch. After lunch my mom and I went to Belladonna’s tea shop off 20th and like J-8. My mom is friends with the shop’s owner, Donna Subunia, because they worked at First National Bank together back in the day. You may remember her daughter, Chelsea Subunia. I went to DC with her from about 7th grade to maybe 10th. Mrs. Subunia told my mom that Chealsea left because some girls at DC were bullying her and the school wouldn’t do anything about it. I never found out who the girls were or why the school didn’t do anything about it. Anyway, my mom immediately struck up a conversation with Donna when we came in. After looking around the store some, I convinced my mother to buy a tea pot because she never buys anything for herself. I bought some of the house tea and some scone mix(so we could have tea and scones!). Anyway, while Dona was ringing us up, she asked what grade I was in. Soon she realized that I went to school with Chelsea. She said that she was in the back room and insisted that I say hello to her. I was never close with her or anything, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt. Chelsea was in the back room setting the tea tables when her mom brought us in. “Do you remember Amber? She went to DC with you Freshmen year.” Chelsea looked at me like I was Grim Death with scythe in hand. She didn’t so much as crack a smile and shook her head no. All that time I had smiled politely at her. Her mom didn’t seemed fazed, she was as giddy and bubbly as ever. It was a disturbing contrast. I don’t know how she doesn’t remember me. I guess I’m that forgettable? Or does she think that I was one of the girls that bad mouthed her way back when? I don’t know. Mrs. Subunia suggested that we hang out at AVC together because as it turns out we live really close to each other too. Chelsea still looked like she was about to be force fed poison. It was the most bizarre thing. My mom went off about banking and made sure she had an account. After my mom joked that she had known Chealsea since she was little, but Chealsea just didn’t know it, that she finally cracked a smile. It was just so weird! Even if I can’t stand a person, I can act like I do. I think I do a very good job of it if I don’t say so myself. It’s the polite thing to do. I was glad when we finally left.
My mom dragged me with her to get her nails done. I didn’t want to go at all. I ended up sitting in the “lobby” reading my Eragon book while these two idiot girls went on and on about clothing in some magazine. Very annoying. I’m re-reading Eragon because the sequel Eldest comes out next Tuesday. I read it around Christmas but now its like I’m reading it for the first time. I can hardly remember any of it. For dinner we ate out Outback for a change. Their onion soup was surprisingly good, though still not as good as Mimi’s. I also had these crab-lobster cakes. After dinner I was dragged to Jcpenny and Harris in search of bedspreads for the guest room. Before going home we went to Home Depot to get new shower doors for my bathroom; and coffee. I got hot coffee muahahahaha. When I got home I made the scones. They weren’t very good. They were more like biscuits than scones really. Between the scones and the crab cakes I felt sorta sick the rest of the night.
Sunday August 14, 2005: Today
Typical boring Sunday. After going to Target we tried to eat at Don Cucos. Thank God it was too crowded, or else it would have been the third time in four days that I had eaten there. My mom wanted to go there, not me. I'm just a little burnt out on it. We ended up eating at Texas Cattle, yummy. After coming home, my mom wanted me to go with her to an open house a few streets over. We toured the house, which was atrociously decorated. The only half decen thing was the beautiful pool in the backyard. I was angry at my mom actually had the gall to tell the relator that we lived in the neighborhood and were just looking. I would have just played dumb and pretended to be interested. It was just sorta embarrassing. Later in the day I sat outside and tried to get a little bit of a tan. I know its bad for me but I needed a bit of sun on my face. Tonight there was a spectacular thunderstorm. I love summer storms. They remind me of my childhood when I would make a bed next the sliding glass doors in the kitchen and I would lay there and watch the rain and lightening. The lightning and thunder were so beautiful. We rarely see that much lightening during storms in the AV. I had to stop myself from going outside and dancing in the rain. I left my window open so now my room smells of rain. I love the smell of rain, it makes everything seems so fresh and clean. Its left me wanting a nice hot cup of some rich, dark coffee. None of that creamed and sugared up crap! Some good old fashioned rich coffee. Mmm.
Random Thoughts
Its now officially one week before I began my Freshmen semester at AVC. Its very depressing. I never wanted to go to a community college, but I’m just not ready to move away from home. I sometimes wish I had decided to go to one of the colleges I was excepted to, but other times I’m glad I didn’t. I’m excited for Natalie because shes moving to Point Loma on Wednesday. I must admit that I’m slightly jealous. The thought of going to AVC still sickens me. I just feel like I’ve worked too hard and it was almost all for nothing. I’m determined to work insanely hard at AVC though. I feel rejuvenated after being out of school. Senior year was an odd sort of year. It was extremely hard and extremely easy at the same time. The work load was probably less than Junior year, but everyone seemed to have Senioritus that hampered any drive to work hard. I procrastinated on everything last year. It was a lot of fun though. I was thinking about it the other day, and I’m pretty sure Natalie and I had more dress down days then probably anyone else in the entire school. Lol maybe not, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
Its getting slightly cooler out and that makes me sad. Oh shut up, I can hear everyone right now. Yeah its still like 90 out, but I prefer it to be around 110. I just like the heat. I’m not ready for fall yet. I need at least another two months of 100 plus weather. Especially after the bitter cold winter and spring we had. I don’t think we had regularly warm days until June. It was freezing into late May. I just can’t stand it. Enough ranting about the cold lol.
I wanted to do something nice for my parents so I went to Juice Island to get them lunch. My dad was recently diagnosed with high cholesterol, so his diet is more limited. This is horrible, but I’m glad b/c we haven’t been eating so much steak and beef and all the crap. We would have it for dinner like every other night. I’m just not a huge meat fan. Its heavy in my stomach and tends to make me feel ill. But I’m not against having it once in a while or just sparingly for that matter. Anyway, I got my dad a chicken salad and my mom a peanut butter and honey. As it turns out my dad is not hooked on Juice Island. Thank God. I am so sick of fast food. We gave some of the chicken to my dogs. Apparently it was too rich b/c Missy vomited almost immediately. By afternoon Lindsay started wheezing like crazy. She’s always had a little bit of a wheeze that sounded like asthma or something, but it wasn’t very bad. But after lunch she started wheezing really bad and even vomited some. It was disturbing. By evening she stopped mostly. That afternoon my dad and I finally watched Saving Private Ryan . I had bought it for him for his birthday. For being such a fan of war movies, I hate to admit that it was the first time that I had ever seen it. It was really difficult to watch. It was so horribly tragic. The first twenty minutes of that movie are just hard to handle. The beginning and end are just heartbreaking too. I really enjoyed it though. I was surprised to see that Vin Diesel, Ted Danson, and Paul Giamatti were in the movie. I’m not a huge fan of Spielberg’s more recent films, but I did really admire this one. Must. Suppress. Urge. To. Rag. On. War of the Worlds. If you wan't to know my full opinion on this movie, see previous updates, or just comment. Anyway, we ate Don Cucos for dinner. Yay for takeout!
Friday August 12, 2005
My dad called and woke me up at an absurdly early hour: 8:30. Apparently Lindsay’s wheezy cough had returned and he wanted me to go to the vet with him when he came home from work. I told him that might be hard b/c I was seeing Four Brothers with Rachael and Natalie at 11. I left before my dad even came home from work. I met Rachael and Natalie at the movies. Rachael drove! I’m so proud. I hope she’ll take the driver’s test as soon as she turns eighteen. I was starving so I got a hot chocolate at the Studio Eats. Yeah, I know I’m weird: I like hot stuff drinks during the summer. *shrugs* Meanwhile Natalie contemplated buying something herself. She was very indecisive and fickle. It cracked Rachael and me up. We ran into Brooke who was working at one of the concession stands. I felt bad b/c I forgot to talk to a manger and him or her what a good job she was doing. She gets like five bucks on the spot if someone says that. Whoops. I really enjoyed the movie more than I thought I would. I’ve read that the critiques have been generally split on this movie. The actors had good chemistry and it showed onmscreen and it was easy to become involved in their plight. The youngest brother, Jack (crackerjack! lol) was so punk rock and pretty hot. I was shocked to learn he played Brad Pitt’s cousin in Troy. He was very pretty-boy in that movie, and not in a good way. But anyway, the movie had a feel of a western in a modern day urban setting. It’s the type of movie where the audience becomes involved in it, verbally I mean. There was a surprising amount of audience response. That can be a fun theater experience under the right circumstances. Fortunately it was, we only had to deal with this random kid screaming. When the kid’s parent finally dragged them out, I resisted the urge to yell what a bad parent I thought they were. They have no business bringing a young child to a violent R-rated movie. After the movie we ate at Don Cucos, the second time in two days for me. I didn’t mind. I just got something different. They didn’t have our usual table and they apologized(and rightfully so I might add lol). Not much else to report. Afterwards I drove Rachael home. My dad updated me on Lindsay’s condition. The vet said that she has a problem with her trachea. As she gets older it gradually becomes smaller. When she coughs its because she trying to make it larger so she can breathe easier. The vet emphasized that its not life threatening, and very common in small dogs. He gave us some medication to give her if it gets really bad. But the side effects are so horrible that we’ve decided to only give it to her if she really needs it. I’m not sure why Lindsay’s condition suddenly flared up the when it did. She only does it when she gets excited. So whenever we come home from somewhere she breaks into a coughing fit and its hard to calm her down sometimes. Or when she is playing with Missy it will happen. Its very annoying after a while. Therefore, I’ve decided to nickname her Whezzy.
Saturday August 13, 2005
My mom woke me up and seemed annoyed. She made me go with her to the grocery store. I hate going to the grocery store. Though I took a four hour nap on Friday, and got six hours of sleep that night, I was exhausted all day Saturday. It wasn’t fun. As I said before, my dad’s addicted to Juice Island, so thats what we had for lunch. After lunch my mom and I went to Belladonna’s tea shop off 20th and like J-8. My mom is friends with the shop’s owner, Donna Subunia, because they worked at First National Bank together back in the day. You may remember her daughter, Chelsea Subunia. I went to DC with her from about 7th grade to maybe 10th. Mrs. Subunia told my mom that Chealsea left because some girls at DC were bullying her and the school wouldn’t do anything about it. I never found out who the girls were or why the school didn’t do anything about it. Anyway, my mom immediately struck up a conversation with Donna when we came in. After looking around the store some, I convinced my mother to buy a tea pot because she never buys anything for herself. I bought some of the house tea and some scone mix(so we could have tea and scones!). Anyway, while Dona was ringing us up, she asked what grade I was in. Soon she realized that I went to school with Chelsea. She said that she was in the back room and insisted that I say hello to her. I was never close with her or anything, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt. Chelsea was in the back room setting the tea tables when her mom brought us in. “Do you remember Amber? She went to DC with you Freshmen year.” Chelsea looked at me like I was Grim Death with scythe in hand. She didn’t so much as crack a smile and shook her head no. All that time I had smiled politely at her. Her mom didn’t seemed fazed, she was as giddy and bubbly as ever. It was a disturbing contrast. I don’t know how she doesn’t remember me. I guess I’m that forgettable? Or does she think that I was one of the girls that bad mouthed her way back when? I don’t know. Mrs. Subunia suggested that we hang out at AVC together because as it turns out we live really close to each other too. Chelsea still looked like she was about to be force fed poison. It was the most bizarre thing. My mom went off about banking and made sure she had an account. After my mom joked that she had known Chealsea since she was little, but Chealsea just didn’t know it, that she finally cracked a smile. It was just so weird! Even if I can’t stand a person, I can act like I do. I think I do a very good job of it if I don’t say so myself. It’s the polite thing to do. I was glad when we finally left.
My mom dragged me with her to get her nails done. I didn’t want to go at all. I ended up sitting in the “lobby” reading my Eragon book while these two idiot girls went on and on about clothing in some magazine. Very annoying. I’m re-reading Eragon because the sequel Eldest comes out next Tuesday. I read it around Christmas but now its like I’m reading it for the first time. I can hardly remember any of it. For dinner we ate out Outback for a change. Their onion soup was surprisingly good, though still not as good as Mimi’s. I also had these crab-lobster cakes. After dinner I was dragged to Jcpenny and Harris in search of bedspreads for the guest room. Before going home we went to Home Depot to get new shower doors for my bathroom; and coffee. I got hot coffee muahahahaha. When I got home I made the scones. They weren’t very good. They were more like biscuits than scones really. Between the scones and the crab cakes I felt sorta sick the rest of the night.
Sunday August 14, 2005: Today
Typical boring Sunday. After going to Target we tried to eat at Don Cucos. Thank God it was too crowded, or else it would have been the third time in four days that I had eaten there. My mom wanted to go there, not me. I'm just a little burnt out on it. We ended up eating at Texas Cattle, yummy. After coming home, my mom wanted me to go with her to an open house a few streets over. We toured the house, which was atrociously decorated. The only half decen thing was the beautiful pool in the backyard. I was angry at my mom actually had the gall to tell the relator that we lived in the neighborhood and were just looking. I would have just played dumb and pretended to be interested. It was just sorta embarrassing. Later in the day I sat outside and tried to get a little bit of a tan. I know its bad for me but I needed a bit of sun on my face. Tonight there was a spectacular thunderstorm. I love summer storms. They remind me of my childhood when I would make a bed next the sliding glass doors in the kitchen and I would lay there and watch the rain and lightening. The lightning and thunder were so beautiful. We rarely see that much lightening during storms in the AV. I had to stop myself from going outside and dancing in the rain. I left my window open so now my room smells of rain. I love the smell of rain, it makes everything seems so fresh and clean. Its left me wanting a nice hot cup of some rich, dark coffee. None of that creamed and sugared up crap! Some good old fashioned rich coffee. Mmm.
Random Thoughts
Its now officially one week before I began my Freshmen semester at AVC. Its very depressing. I never wanted to go to a community college, but I’m just not ready to move away from home. I sometimes wish I had decided to go to one of the colleges I was excepted to, but other times I’m glad I didn’t. I’m excited for Natalie because shes moving to Point Loma on Wednesday. I must admit that I’m slightly jealous. The thought of going to AVC still sickens me. I just feel like I’ve worked too hard and it was almost all for nothing. I’m determined to work insanely hard at AVC though. I feel rejuvenated after being out of school. Senior year was an odd sort of year. It was extremely hard and extremely easy at the same time. The work load was probably less than Junior year, but everyone seemed to have Senioritus that hampered any drive to work hard. I procrastinated on everything last year. It was a lot of fun though. I was thinking about it the other day, and I’m pretty sure Natalie and I had more dress down days then probably anyone else in the entire school. Lol maybe not, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
Its getting slightly cooler out and that makes me sad. Oh shut up, I can hear everyone right now. Yeah its still like 90 out, but I prefer it to be around 110. I just like the heat. I’m not ready for fall yet. I need at least another two months of 100 plus weather. Especially after the bitter cold winter and spring we had. I don’t think we had regularly warm days until June. It was freezing into late May. I just can’t stand it. Enough ranting about the cold lol.