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i washed dishes all day yesterday. ok not all day. but i got up, ate breakfast, and washed dishes until i left to see lizzie sivitz's play, inspecting carol. so the bulk of the day. heres why it sucked:
as soon as i came downstairs, my dad asked if i would wash the dishes. which annoyed me only a little and only because there were a lot of dishes to be washed. but i said sure, as soon as i eat breakfast.
my mom called while i was still eating to tell me to clean the kitchen. so i said dad had already asked me to wash the dishes. and she said do it now. and i said i was eating breakfast. and she said do it as soon as youre done. so i was like ya i was going to.
so as soon as i finished eating i started washing. i was still washing when my mom returned home from seattle. she walked in the door and said "dont forget those pans over here on the stove." and moved the pans over to the area of the counter which i was scrubbing at.
meanwhile, my dad had lost an important folder and was stomping all over the house swearing and throwing stuff.
i was still drying the last of the dishes when it was time to leave. which led to my mother gently reminding me to hurry up so we could leave.
the one beautiful moment in all this was a very loud crashing noise which occured when the handle of the lid i was drying suddenly became seperated from the lid causing the lid to drop to the floor with alarming force. it broke up some of the tension in the house. ill have to remember that lid.
and o no, im not bitter.
i did purchase some little boy undies however. finding nemo. a three pack. theyre so hot. theyre also definately too small. but ive decided that whether or not things fit is all up here. and by up here i mean in my head. so even though there is the distinct possibility that the only way i will be able to extricate myself from them involves a pair of scissors, i have been wearing them. the thing about wearing really cool underwear, though, is the constant desire to remove your pants.
last night around 10:30 i was idly chatting on instant messenger when someone i was talking to said "run!" and i thought, why not? so i put on some shoes and my mittens and grabbed my dog and went for a little jog. running alone at night in december is amazing.
that and i hadnt done anything physically active in forever. joseph rehersals start saturday and the entire play is dancing, so that will be nice. o man i am so excited. horay! a play!
i performed an accidental tonsilectomy on myself with a toothbrush (ok i exaggerate) a couple nights ago and discovered i have no gag reflex. also brushing ones teeth in bed is not highly recomended.
the middle joint of the little finger on my right hand has swollen to become 1/4 inch thicker than the middle joint of the little finger on my left hand. mm arthritis.
sean and i finished our holiday presents. theyre so freaking rad.
shanti called me from north carolina on a cell phone just to chat.
thats the first time anyones called me from a family vacation for shits and giggles. i love shanti. i hope she moves up here.
i took apart my piano yesterday because the piano tuner will not be back at work for some time to see if i could fix the middle g myself. i learned a lot about the inside of a piano, and also figured out why the notes not working, but it remains stoicly silent. ugh. silly instrument. the front of the pianos heavy, though. i was proud of myself.
my mom gave me the pipe part of a bagpipe for chanuka along with an instructional booklet and tape. bagpipes are one of the few instruments i never had the inklings of a desire to learn to play. but this should be an interesting challenge.
o man. i just recieved three packages from bob. one contained an almost matching hat and scarf and a pretty but oddly shaped purse, one contained several books and a movie on getting into college, and one contained lots of classic books. it couldve been a lot worse.
the woman im coteaching spanish with has yet to call me back. i dont know whether i should just call all the students in the class anyway or if i should continue to wait for her.
i was reading an article yesterday on reading facial expressions and realized that i probably suck at it.
which reminds me. sean happened to be here the last night of chanuka so he witnessed our family celebration. (which he wrote a great entry about) the unnerving part of this was that i honestly couldnt tell whether he was completely uncomfortable or enjoying it. i sort of thought he was uncomfortable, but he wrote in said entry that he was even "moved". which was a shocker. i thought i could read sean. but i guess its all guessing anyway.
ive started reading real blogs. like independent, on-their-own-site-which-is-just-a-blog blogs. i like them sooo much better than livejournal. however i would never be capable of producing one. besides, i think livejournal is healthier. on a real blog, all the entries are produced with viewing audience which could be anyone anywhere on the internet in mind. livejournals are primarily the spewing of thoughts, ideas, and information which the user needs an outlet for or wishes to share. also security settings make it so a livejournal can be used just as a normal, private journal, and to share personal thoughts with a select few. there are of course contradictions to everything ive said. im sure there are boring real blogs out there and i know that there are livejournals produced only to be read and not to benefit the writer, but on the whole it seems to me it the difference comes down to this: livejournals are kept to benefit the writer and blogs are kept to benefit the reader. the blogs i have read are funnier than livejournals but they are also less personal.
i take too long writing in this thing. since i started this entry ari and thea have come and gone, some jazzercize has been done, and some custard has been consumed. which reminds me.
so sean and i made custard for our friends who had just undergone wisdom tooth removal surgury. and on the first try we ended up with warm milk and scrambled eggs. so we took the custards out of the oven and blenderized all of them and them poured them back into the custard dishes. and cooked them for a while. and then went off and worked on presents. and got back and they werent cooked. so we cooked them some more. and then they still werent done so we took packaged flan to maddy and ari. here comes the irony: when i get back from the flan deliveries, my mom opens the oven and says whats this? and there they are. 5 perfectly congealed little custards, all in a row. they were sort of nasty tasting because we added an extra egg, but ah well cant win em all. if youve read this far just tell me and ill give you a gold star.
and so by now i have gone to blackbird and come back, and sean has come and gone. i think it is time i put this entry to rest. happy holidays yall!
love
as soon as i came downstairs, my dad asked if i would wash the dishes. which annoyed me only a little and only because there were a lot of dishes to be washed. but i said sure, as soon as i eat breakfast.
my mom called while i was still eating to tell me to clean the kitchen. so i said dad had already asked me to wash the dishes. and she said do it now. and i said i was eating breakfast. and she said do it as soon as youre done. so i was like ya i was going to.
so as soon as i finished eating i started washing. i was still washing when my mom returned home from seattle. she walked in the door and said "dont forget those pans over here on the stove." and moved the pans over to the area of the counter which i was scrubbing at.
meanwhile, my dad had lost an important folder and was stomping all over the house swearing and throwing stuff.
i was still drying the last of the dishes when it was time to leave. which led to my mother gently reminding me to hurry up so we could leave.
the one beautiful moment in all this was a very loud crashing noise which occured when the handle of the lid i was drying suddenly became seperated from the lid causing the lid to drop to the floor with alarming force. it broke up some of the tension in the house. ill have to remember that lid.
and o no, im not bitter.
i did purchase some little boy undies however. finding nemo. a three pack. theyre so hot. theyre also definately too small. but ive decided that whether or not things fit is all up here. and by up here i mean in my head. so even though there is the distinct possibility that the only way i will be able to extricate myself from them involves a pair of scissors, i have been wearing them. the thing about wearing really cool underwear, though, is the constant desire to remove your pants.
last night around 10:30 i was idly chatting on instant messenger when someone i was talking to said "run!" and i thought, why not? so i put on some shoes and my mittens and grabbed my dog and went for a little jog. running alone at night in december is amazing.
that and i hadnt done anything physically active in forever. joseph rehersals start saturday and the entire play is dancing, so that will be nice. o man i am so excited. horay! a play!
i performed an accidental tonsilectomy on myself with a toothbrush (ok i exaggerate) a couple nights ago and discovered i have no gag reflex. also brushing ones teeth in bed is not highly recomended.
the middle joint of the little finger on my right hand has swollen to become 1/4 inch thicker than the middle joint of the little finger on my left hand. mm arthritis.
sean and i finished our holiday presents. theyre so freaking rad.
shanti called me from north carolina on a cell phone just to chat.
thats the first time anyones called me from a family vacation for shits and giggles. i love shanti. i hope she moves up here.
i took apart my piano yesterday because the piano tuner will not be back at work for some time to see if i could fix the middle g myself. i learned a lot about the inside of a piano, and also figured out why the notes not working, but it remains stoicly silent. ugh. silly instrument. the front of the pianos heavy, though. i was proud of myself.
my mom gave me the pipe part of a bagpipe for chanuka along with an instructional booklet and tape. bagpipes are one of the few instruments i never had the inklings of a desire to learn to play. but this should be an interesting challenge.
o man. i just recieved three packages from bob. one contained an almost matching hat and scarf and a pretty but oddly shaped purse, one contained several books and a movie on getting into college, and one contained lots of classic books. it couldve been a lot worse.
the woman im coteaching spanish with has yet to call me back. i dont know whether i should just call all the students in the class anyway or if i should continue to wait for her.
i was reading an article yesterday on reading facial expressions and realized that i probably suck at it.
which reminds me. sean happened to be here the last night of chanuka so he witnessed our family celebration. (which he wrote a great entry about) the unnerving part of this was that i honestly couldnt tell whether he was completely uncomfortable or enjoying it. i sort of thought he was uncomfortable, but he wrote in said entry that he was even "moved". which was a shocker. i thought i could read sean. but i guess its all guessing anyway.
ive started reading real blogs. like independent, on-their-own-site-which-is-just-a-blog blogs. i like them sooo much better than livejournal. however i would never be capable of producing one. besides, i think livejournal is healthier. on a real blog, all the entries are produced with viewing audience which could be anyone anywhere on the internet in mind. livejournals are primarily the spewing of thoughts, ideas, and information which the user needs an outlet for or wishes to share. also security settings make it so a livejournal can be used just as a normal, private journal, and to share personal thoughts with a select few. there are of course contradictions to everything ive said. im sure there are boring real blogs out there and i know that there are livejournals produced only to be read and not to benefit the writer, but on the whole it seems to me it the difference comes down to this: livejournals are kept to benefit the writer and blogs are kept to benefit the reader. the blogs i have read are funnier than livejournals but they are also less personal.
i take too long writing in this thing. since i started this entry ari and thea have come and gone, some jazzercize has been done, and some custard has been consumed. which reminds me.
so sean and i made custard for our friends who had just undergone wisdom tooth removal surgury. and on the first try we ended up with warm milk and scrambled eggs. so we took the custards out of the oven and blenderized all of them and them poured them back into the custard dishes. and cooked them for a while. and then went off and worked on presents. and got back and they werent cooked. so we cooked them some more. and then they still werent done so we took packaged flan to maddy and ari. here comes the irony: when i get back from the flan deliveries, my mom opens the oven and says whats this? and there they are. 5 perfectly congealed little custards, all in a row. they were sort of nasty tasting because we added an extra egg, but ah well cant win em all. if youve read this far just tell me and ill give you a gold star.
and so by now i have gone to blackbird and come back, and sean has come and gone. i think it is time i put this entry to rest. happy holidays yall!
love