Random Acts of Kindness
Elisa: It's so good that Darcy loves Elizabeth!
Me: *she did not just say that-- facepalm* Ummm... YEAH, considering that's the story!
Yesterday Elisa (cherie_morte) came over, bringing with her an entire half-empty three-quarters empty box of Cocoa Puffs, which of course, in my house where even the couches are made out of organic material, is a big deal. My brother came home from a long grueling day of summer school, saw the box and then took my dog out. While he was gone, I managed to eat the one fourth of Puffs left, and he came back and asked if he could have some, and I had to tell him that I'm a lard and I ate them all.
Maybe I'm blowing this way out of proportion, but he looked so hopeful! This moment of truth, chocolate cereal! It was too much to be conceived! And with my fatty tendencies, I CRUSHED his heart! A little flame in his eyes died! I, the cow, was responsible. It was all me. I felt much worse than I should have about all this.
My hyperbolic tendencies aside, this morning I resolved to restore the glimmer of an unhealthy cereal dream that I ripped to shreds yesterday in my brother. I woke up early, and while he lay sleeping, I hiked to the nearby grocery store, a mere mile away, to purchase for him some Cocoa Puffs, with my own money.
For those of you that don't know me that well, this is a BIG deal. First of all, there's the heat: I'm wearing jeans, and have you stepped outside recently? Miami has decided to curse us by being ESPECIALLY blood-boiling today.
Secondly: I am so much lazier than this! This trek and completely selfless act is coming from the girl who is so lazy, she'd rather not talk than say what she actually wants to say, because her ideas require so many words that finishing a thought is a daunting task! (My practice of stopping mid-way through every sentence is really aggravating to others.)
And last of all, I am a stingy. piece. of chet. I mean, I go out and I don't even buy food when I'm hungry, because I feel like, if I have free food at home, why should I spend my money on this food that I want now? And here I am, buying a whole box of cereal that I'm not even going to be able to eat?!
It's madness I tell you. Absolute madness.
The point is, I came home, set up a little placemat, and neatly folded a napkin, and put out a bowl and a spoon and my brand new box of Cocoa Puffs so that when my brother wakes up, he will see them, and eat, and all my walking and sweating and spending will be worth something.
Right I'm the cutest sister EVER? Come on, that was so nice of me. I'm still in shock.
Anyway, I realize that this little story of mine has taken up quite a good deal of your time (if you actually read it, god help you), but I have resolved to continue babbling in order to tell you what I've been up to over the break.
As mentioned earlier, yesterday the lovely Elisa came over, bringing with her House season 1 which I lent her about a week ago, and the aforementioned, much-beloved Cocoa Puffs. We watched two episodes, ate paninis and *shocker* Cocoa Puffs, and then Ben, the man who has stolen our little Elisa's heart away, called from the theater in a crisis: some Hispanic show was being put on, and they said they were going to bring their own volunteers, and they brought one.
We packed up our TV, got dressed in our ushering clothes, and came to the playhouse on Miracle Mile, to the rescue! Unfortunately, I don't speak a word of Spanish, and neither does Elisa, so we were like, How the HEY are we going to bring these people to their seats?! But we pulled through, and in turn got to argue with Ben that no, Scrubs is nowhere near being even close to the best show on TV right now.
Guy: *says something in Spanish*
I: *laugh*
Elisa: *stares blankly*
Guy: *leaves*
Me: Um, HELLo, you could've been a little more friendly!
Elisa: I didn't know what he was saying! How do YOU know he didn't just tell us his dog died??
And so ends my Thursday.
Last week, our first week off from school, I thought I was going to die. The boredom was too much to take, I was ready to fling myself off of a tall building, if only I had the energy to get to the top of a very tall building. Then to my surprise, I discover my best friend in the whole wide world Elisa's two best friends have left her to go do exciting things outside of the Sunshine State, and she too is considering the flinging. THEN I discover my best friend in the whole wide world Ariel (theyarebirds) is ALSO considering the flinging, and I say: Enough is enough. Dudes, we have to do something with our lives.
"Don't kill yourseeelf!.... We'll do it FOOOOR you!"
I resolved that this week, starting Monday, I would do something every day, something fun and crazy. I didn't want to go away to Sewanee feeling regretful about not taking more advantage of being here with friends.
Since we all know I'm DEFINitely not going to branch out at summer camp to make new friends!
So last Friday Elisa calls me up all, "I know you said your exciting life was going to start next week, clean slate, but hey, I'm bored today, you're bored today, why the hell not just start now?"
So I schlepped myself over to her house, from where we took the trolley to the Mile and hung out at Barnes and Noble's. I resolved I was going to get into classic rock, because people that are into classic rock are cool, and Elisa pondered buying some big thick Les Mis soundtrack that was going to cost her all her money plus a leg, and then, when we were done taking advantage of the sampling CD system (cheapasses), we went to Boston Market, home of the god that goes by the name of: mashed potatoes.
It was about the only time that I've ever bought food. It was the most divine thing I've ever tasted. Unfortunately, we both stuffed our faces to the point of wheelchair necessity, only to discover that Ben needed us at the theater at 6:30 for the very last showing of Five Course Love, and it was 6:15, and we weren't going ANYwhere.
Me: Okay, yeah, I'm off to go stick my finger down my throat...
Elisa: OKAY, YOU HAVE FUN WITH THAT!
Lady: *moves to table far, far away from us*
Long story short, we got there after much hobbling and waddling, we ushered, I watched the show (cutest show EVER! SUCH a good Rakl show, I'm telling you, it was completely my type of entertainment, all cute and lovey dovey), then Elisa came back to my house and I fell asleep while she watched some weird movie about Texas border patrols.
The whole point I wanted to bring her home, though, was so that I could get her to watch some Gilmore Girls. She had seen the season 1 finale on TV, and though she didn't know what was going on, she sort of enjoyed it, and I decided to seize the opportunity and get her hooked before her interest died. Somehow or another, though, I decided she would like House better, she admitted that she wasn't all that interested in getting hooked on Gilmore Girls, and all I had to do was show her the pilot of our favorite doctor show. She was foaming at the mouth for more.
She went on home, my season 1 in tow, and then my oh-so beloved Ariel showed up. The Brazilian Film Festival came here, I don't know if anyone else knew much about it, but my parents decided we should embrace our past, pick up a little bit of our Portuguese, and go to one of the movies.
I felt sorry for Ariel, but she's quite a trooper. We sat through a pretty short movie about soccer, but it was so bad it seemed like it was half of my life, and then the rest of the night was ours for the taking.
The rest of the night... and the rest of the morning. We ended up pulling an all-nighter and watched the sun rise, only falling into bed around 8.
Jesus.
I resolved, in the middle of the night, that I wanted to make some of my bottlecap earrings, so I set to hammering away at some beercaps when my brother BARGES into my room and goes, "Um, yeah, quel, can you wait till the fucking MORNING to do carpenter work in here?!"
:o) Poor, poor family; I don't know why they haven't checked me into an institution yet.
Sunday, after Ariel left, was spent catching up. I think I was a walking zombie, but frankly I really can't remember.
Monday was an Elisa day again. This time, we took the trolley to the book store and met up with Olivia. They both bought things, I continued in my stinginess, and after Olivia was picked up Elisa and I headed over again to pick up some soul food. (Literally. Where Elisa once had a soul, there are now only mashed potatoes.)
Afterwards, in the fabulous rain, we snuggled in (I snuggled, Elisa CHECKED HER MAIL!!!) for some more House.
Tuesday morning I took a break from pimping these two sexy ladies and attempted some of my AP Chem homework. I did three problems, got stumped, and moved on to making my icon post over at chords_remind, and then when the afternoon arrived Ariel, who is volunteering at the Science Museum this summer (ha! Do you all remember when I was a dedicated little volunteer?!), came over at the end of her camp hours.
From there, we packed a little picnic, walked over to Kennedy Park, and just, you know, picniced.
I tried to make egg salad for egg salad sandwiches, which I had been craving all day, but we all know I am NO cook. I couldn't get in touch with my mother, so I called my sister to ask her how long I should boil eggs, and she said 5 minutes.
She LIED to me! If any of you have ever boiled eggs, you will know what a lie that is. Our eggs were soggy and goopy and our egg salad was drippy and REALLY unappetizing, but I chopped up enough tomotoes to disguise how gross it looked, and thank god I was so hungry I could've eaten woodchips, because it was the most delicious egg salad ever.
Ariel liked it too, and she wasn't even on the brink of chewing off our cabinets. I actually think I AM improving in the kitchen!
I sliced pears, and strawberries, and little cherry tomatoes, and we had cute organic orange sodas, and little baggies of dry cereal and two Brazilian chocolates!
Kennedy Park was infested with flies, but we dealt and people-watched and just had a grand old time. She came back with me, watched a bit of The O.C. (wow, I'm really becoming a sick TV addict...) and that brings us to Wednesday, the day I, yet again, attempted chemistry and failed and threw my life away doing pointless shit. And that means, my friends, that we are done here!
Isn't that what summer is? Summer is egg salad.
And about that watermelon, and a tree, and a dress...
Much love to you all! And a special kiss to my '06ers, who for some reason I've been missing more than usual lately.
♥ quellypoo
Me: *she did not just say that-- facepalm* Ummm... YEAH, considering that's the story!
Yesterday Elisa (cherie_morte) came over, bringing with her an entire half-empty three-quarters empty box of Cocoa Puffs, which of course, in my house where even the couches are made out of organic material, is a big deal. My brother came home from a long grueling day of summer school, saw the box and then took my dog out. While he was gone, I managed to eat the one fourth of Puffs left, and he came back and asked if he could have some, and I had to tell him that I'm a lard and I ate them all.
Maybe I'm blowing this way out of proportion, but he looked so hopeful! This moment of truth, chocolate cereal! It was too much to be conceived! And with my fatty tendencies, I CRUSHED his heart! A little flame in his eyes died! I, the cow, was responsible. It was all me. I felt much worse than I should have about all this.
My hyperbolic tendencies aside, this morning I resolved to restore the glimmer of an unhealthy cereal dream that I ripped to shreds yesterday in my brother. I woke up early, and while he lay sleeping, I hiked to the nearby grocery store, a mere mile away, to purchase for him some Cocoa Puffs, with my own money.
For those of you that don't know me that well, this is a BIG deal. First of all, there's the heat: I'm wearing jeans, and have you stepped outside recently? Miami has decided to curse us by being ESPECIALLY blood-boiling today.
Secondly: I am so much lazier than this! This trek and completely selfless act is coming from the girl who is so lazy, she'd rather not talk than say what she actually wants to say, because her ideas require so many words that finishing a thought is a daunting task! (My practice of stopping mid-way through every sentence is really aggravating to others.)
And last of all, I am a stingy. piece. of chet. I mean, I go out and I don't even buy food when I'm hungry, because I feel like, if I have free food at home, why should I spend my money on this food that I want now? And here I am, buying a whole box of cereal that I'm not even going to be able to eat?!
It's madness I tell you. Absolute madness.
The point is, I came home, set up a little placemat, and neatly folded a napkin, and put out a bowl and a spoon and my brand new box of Cocoa Puffs so that when my brother wakes up, he will see them, and eat, and all my walking and sweating and spending will be worth something.
Right I'm the cutest sister EVER? Come on, that was so nice of me. I'm still in shock.
Anyway, I realize that this little story of mine has taken up quite a good deal of your time (if you actually read it, god help you), but I have resolved to continue babbling in order to tell you what I've been up to over the break.
As mentioned earlier, yesterday the lovely Elisa came over, bringing with her House season 1 which I lent her about a week ago, and the aforementioned, much-beloved Cocoa Puffs. We watched two episodes, ate paninis and *shocker* Cocoa Puffs, and then Ben, the man who has stolen our little Elisa's heart away, called from the theater in a crisis: some Hispanic show was being put on, and they said they were going to bring their own volunteers, and they brought one.
We packed up our TV, got dressed in our ushering clothes, and came to the playhouse on Miracle Mile, to the rescue! Unfortunately, I don't speak a word of Spanish, and neither does Elisa, so we were like, How the HEY are we going to bring these people to their seats?! But we pulled through, and in turn got to argue with Ben that no, Scrubs is nowhere near being even close to the best show on TV right now.
Guy: *says something in Spanish*
I: *laugh*
Elisa: *stares blankly*
Guy: *leaves*
Me: Um, HELLo, you could've been a little more friendly!
Elisa: I didn't know what he was saying! How do YOU know he didn't just tell us his dog died??
And so ends my Thursday.
Last week, our first week off from school, I thought I was going to die. The boredom was too much to take, I was ready to fling myself off of a tall building, if only I had the energy to get to the top of a very tall building. Then to my surprise, I discover my best friend in the whole wide world Elisa's two best friends have left her to go do exciting things outside of the Sunshine State, and she too is considering the flinging. THEN I discover my best friend in the whole wide world Ariel (theyarebirds) is ALSO considering the flinging, and I say: Enough is enough. Dudes, we have to do something with our lives.
"Don't kill yourseeelf!.... We'll do it FOOOOR you!"
I resolved that this week, starting Monday, I would do something every day, something fun and crazy. I didn't want to go away to Sewanee feeling regretful about not taking more advantage of being here with friends.
Since we all know I'm DEFINitely not going to branch out at summer camp to make new friends!
So last Friday Elisa calls me up all, "I know you said your exciting life was going to start next week, clean slate, but hey, I'm bored today, you're bored today, why the hell not just start now?"
So I schlepped myself over to her house, from where we took the trolley to the Mile and hung out at Barnes and Noble's. I resolved I was going to get into classic rock, because people that are into classic rock are cool, and Elisa pondered buying some big thick Les Mis soundtrack that was going to cost her all her money plus a leg, and then, when we were done taking advantage of the sampling CD system (cheapasses), we went to Boston Market, home of the god that goes by the name of: mashed potatoes.
It was about the only time that I've ever bought food. It was the most divine thing I've ever tasted. Unfortunately, we both stuffed our faces to the point of wheelchair necessity, only to discover that Ben needed us at the theater at 6:30 for the very last showing of Five Course Love, and it was 6:15, and we weren't going ANYwhere.
Me: Okay, yeah, I'm off to go stick my finger down my throat...
Elisa: OKAY, YOU HAVE FUN WITH THAT!
Lady: *moves to table far, far away from us*
Long story short, we got there after much hobbling and waddling, we ushered, I watched the show (cutest show EVER! SUCH a good Rakl show, I'm telling you, it was completely my type of entertainment, all cute and lovey dovey), then Elisa came back to my house and I fell asleep while she watched some weird movie about Texas border patrols.
The whole point I wanted to bring her home, though, was so that I could get her to watch some Gilmore Girls. She had seen the season 1 finale on TV, and though she didn't know what was going on, she sort of enjoyed it, and I decided to seize the opportunity and get her hooked before her interest died. Somehow or another, though, I decided she would like House better, she admitted that she wasn't all that interested in getting hooked on Gilmore Girls, and all I had to do was show her the pilot of our favorite doctor show. She was foaming at the mouth for more.
She went on home, my season 1 in tow, and then my oh-so beloved Ariel showed up. The Brazilian Film Festival came here, I don't know if anyone else knew much about it, but my parents decided we should embrace our past, pick up a little bit of our Portuguese, and go to one of the movies.
I felt sorry for Ariel, but she's quite a trooper. We sat through a pretty short movie about soccer, but it was so bad it seemed like it was half of my life, and then the rest of the night was ours for the taking.
The rest of the night... and the rest of the morning. We ended up pulling an all-nighter and watched the sun rise, only falling into bed around 8.
Jesus.
I resolved, in the middle of the night, that I wanted to make some of my bottlecap earrings, so I set to hammering away at some beercaps when my brother BARGES into my room and goes, "Um, yeah, quel, can you wait till the fucking MORNING to do carpenter work in here?!"
:o) Poor, poor family; I don't know why they haven't checked me into an institution yet.
Sunday, after Ariel left, was spent catching up. I think I was a walking zombie, but frankly I really can't remember.
Monday was an Elisa day again. This time, we took the trolley to the book store and met up with Olivia. They both bought things, I continued in my stinginess, and after Olivia was picked up Elisa and I headed over again to pick up some soul food. (Literally. Where Elisa once had a soul, there are now only mashed potatoes.)
Afterwards, in the fabulous rain, we snuggled in (I snuggled, Elisa CHECKED HER MAIL!!!) for some more House.
Tuesday morning I took a break from pimping these two sexy ladies and attempted some of my AP Chem homework. I did three problems, got stumped, and moved on to making my icon post over at chords_remind, and then when the afternoon arrived Ariel, who is volunteering at the Science Museum this summer (ha! Do you all remember when I was a dedicated little volunteer?!), came over at the end of her camp hours.
From there, we packed a little picnic, walked over to Kennedy Park, and just, you know, picniced.
I tried to make egg salad for egg salad sandwiches, which I had been craving all day, but we all know I am NO cook. I couldn't get in touch with my mother, so I called my sister to ask her how long I should boil eggs, and she said 5 minutes.
She LIED to me! If any of you have ever boiled eggs, you will know what a lie that is. Our eggs were soggy and goopy and our egg salad was drippy and REALLY unappetizing, but I chopped up enough tomotoes to disguise how gross it looked, and thank god I was so hungry I could've eaten woodchips, because it was the most delicious egg salad ever.
Ariel liked it too, and she wasn't even on the brink of chewing off our cabinets. I actually think I AM improving in the kitchen!
I sliced pears, and strawberries, and little cherry tomatoes, and we had cute organic orange sodas, and little baggies of dry cereal and two Brazilian chocolates!
Kennedy Park was infested with flies, but we dealt and people-watched and just had a grand old time. She came back with me, watched a bit of The O.C. (wow, I'm really becoming a sick TV addict...) and that brings us to Wednesday, the day I, yet again, attempted chemistry and failed and threw my life away doing pointless shit. And that means, my friends, that we are done here!
Isn't that what summer is? Summer is egg salad.
And about that watermelon, and a tree, and a dress...
Much love to you all! And a special kiss to my '06ers, who for some reason I've been missing more than usual lately.
♥ quellypoo