Why I Love Living In Saco....
I guess I should update this thing more often, seeing as how I live so far from my peeps and I won't be able to tell them things. And I hate phones. Actually I think living on my own will be good for my social life, and here's why. I was never alone when I lived with someone else. There was always someone there asking me what I was up to. Now that I'm all by myself with just Georgia for company, I'll probably want to get out more. I never wanted to go out and hang around people before because I constantly had someone there with me. Does that make any sense?
But yeah, having a place that is completely mine is pretty freakin sweet. I went to the Biddeford Goodwill last night (which is surpirsingly nicer than the Portland one, by quite a lot) and I found some really tacky artwork to put on my walls. I'll upload a picture of some of them later. One of them is a painting that doubles as a clock, and it's of a unicorn raised up majestically on his back legs, while another unicorn sits beside him. The clock is situated up in the sky. I saw it and I knew I had to have it. I hung it in the bathroom. And I didn't have to ask Lindsay if it was okay. If I want a retarded clock painting, then I can have it. There was another one that had a quote ('We have nothing to fear but fear itself" or something) underneath a photo of some random condo looking building in Canada. And I said yes to that. I also got one that had a majestic mountain scene that reminded me of a Bob Ross painting. So I'm having a pretty good time with this.
Last night after work my sister came over, and we walked to Lucky Loggers, one of Saco's cheesy theme restaurants, and one of my personal favorites. It was closed for some reason so we ended up walking to Skipper's instead, where I ate a ham dinner. On the way back a man at the gas station greeted us and my sister freaked out and suggested we circle the block so the guy couldn't tell where I lived. "I hate how people in the city are so damn friendly," she said.
The rest of the evening was spent rearranging the living room while the Super Mario Brothers Super Show played on the DVD player. By the way, I get channels 6, 8, 13, and PBS!! And they all come in crystal clear! Hurray! Anyway, now my living room is sexy and organized. Georgia pokes her head out occasionally. She's found a new favorite spot deep in my closet. Last night I opened my bedroom shade so she could watch the traffic on Elm Street. This morning I woke up to the sound of the Amtrak train, and it pleased me. I woke up at 8am, which is odd for me, but there was no one there to say, "Oh, why are you up so early? That's not like you!" And it was nice. So nice. I got a shower curtain with bubbles on it, and the shower actually works. I can get actual running bath water, and there's a working drain that isn't more than 60 years old. After I dressed I made myself some oatmeal and ate it at my kitchen table. Then I washed my dishes, because I don't think I wanna let them build up in the sink. I have no dish rack, but whatever. In my fridge right now I have a bottle of juice, some parmesan cheese, and some butter spray. It's really all I need. It looks kind of empty though.
This morning I was at Hannaford before the Clynk even opened. (I didn't want the girl working to see me because I was just there on Monday and she would wonder why I'm there yet again...haha). I purchased a kitty litter scoop and a Hannaford associate who was behind me in line asked me about what kind of cat I had. I responded that I didn't know what she was...haha. I'd seen that guy before; he smokes a lot, and since I'm always watching the smoking section, I know them all. This guy is lanky, but has a swagger, and is always carrying a cup of coffee. He's not that attractive, but I appreciate the idle conversation. Christ some people are friendly. I don't mind as much as my sister, though.
Now I'm at my Dad and sister's place (I think that's what I'll call it now) doing some overdue laundry. I have coin-ops in my basement, but I'm cheap. I have much to do today. I told Lindsay I would come to Portland to clean up my room. I also have to make a trip to Goodwill, go to BigLots, find a new job, and write a movie review. I like being this busy.
Last Saturday was my aunt Kathy's 50th birthday party, which was held at the Weathervane restaurant in Sanford. I was watching Timmy and his family at their table and witnessed Timmy's mother smack him right upside the head, and they laughed about it. Later when it was time to leave Timmy came over to our table to say goodbye (it was me, my sister, my mom, and the lesbian aunts) and there was a huge welt on his forehead, like the size of a spoon. So I guess she smacked him harder than I thought. I told him he looked like Rhianna. He said his mom hit him with a spoon. I think he just makes things up, I don't know. I saw no spoon. Aunt Liana went and told Memere, and Memere went over to their table and asked Timmy what he did to his head, to which my Uncle Chuck (his father) said, "Oh it's just a mosquito bite." That's a big fucking mosquito. So I hate that bitch. What the hell.
Well I better get my ass to Big Lots! (I'm returning a shade that I bought that was too small. Yippie!)
But yeah, having a place that is completely mine is pretty freakin sweet. I went to the Biddeford Goodwill last night (which is surpirsingly nicer than the Portland one, by quite a lot) and I found some really tacky artwork to put on my walls. I'll upload a picture of some of them later. One of them is a painting that doubles as a clock, and it's of a unicorn raised up majestically on his back legs, while another unicorn sits beside him. The clock is situated up in the sky. I saw it and I knew I had to have it. I hung it in the bathroom. And I didn't have to ask Lindsay if it was okay. If I want a retarded clock painting, then I can have it. There was another one that had a quote ('We have nothing to fear but fear itself" or something) underneath a photo of some random condo looking building in Canada. And I said yes to that. I also got one that had a majestic mountain scene that reminded me of a Bob Ross painting. So I'm having a pretty good time with this.
Last night after work my sister came over, and we walked to Lucky Loggers, one of Saco's cheesy theme restaurants, and one of my personal favorites. It was closed for some reason so we ended up walking to Skipper's instead, where I ate a ham dinner. On the way back a man at the gas station greeted us and my sister freaked out and suggested we circle the block so the guy couldn't tell where I lived. "I hate how people in the city are so damn friendly," she said.
The rest of the evening was spent rearranging the living room while the Super Mario Brothers Super Show played on the DVD player. By the way, I get channels 6, 8, 13, and PBS!! And they all come in crystal clear! Hurray! Anyway, now my living room is sexy and organized. Georgia pokes her head out occasionally. She's found a new favorite spot deep in my closet. Last night I opened my bedroom shade so she could watch the traffic on Elm Street. This morning I woke up to the sound of the Amtrak train, and it pleased me. I woke up at 8am, which is odd for me, but there was no one there to say, "Oh, why are you up so early? That's not like you!" And it was nice. So nice. I got a shower curtain with bubbles on it, and the shower actually works. I can get actual running bath water, and there's a working drain that isn't more than 60 years old. After I dressed I made myself some oatmeal and ate it at my kitchen table. Then I washed my dishes, because I don't think I wanna let them build up in the sink. I have no dish rack, but whatever. In my fridge right now I have a bottle of juice, some parmesan cheese, and some butter spray. It's really all I need. It looks kind of empty though.
This morning I was at Hannaford before the Clynk even opened. (I didn't want the girl working to see me because I was just there on Monday and she would wonder why I'm there yet again...haha). I purchased a kitty litter scoop and a Hannaford associate who was behind me in line asked me about what kind of cat I had. I responded that I didn't know what she was...haha. I'd seen that guy before; he smokes a lot, and since I'm always watching the smoking section, I know them all. This guy is lanky, but has a swagger, and is always carrying a cup of coffee. He's not that attractive, but I appreciate the idle conversation. Christ some people are friendly. I don't mind as much as my sister, though.
Now I'm at my Dad and sister's place (I think that's what I'll call it now) doing some overdue laundry. I have coin-ops in my basement, but I'm cheap. I have much to do today. I told Lindsay I would come to Portland to clean up my room. I also have to make a trip to Goodwill, go to BigLots, find a new job, and write a movie review. I like being this busy.
Last Saturday was my aunt Kathy's 50th birthday party, which was held at the Weathervane restaurant in Sanford. I was watching Timmy and his family at their table and witnessed Timmy's mother smack him right upside the head, and they laughed about it. Later when it was time to leave Timmy came over to our table to say goodbye (it was me, my sister, my mom, and the lesbian aunts) and there was a huge welt on his forehead, like the size of a spoon. So I guess she smacked him harder than I thought. I told him he looked like Rhianna. He said his mom hit him with a spoon. I think he just makes things up, I don't know. I saw no spoon. Aunt Liana went and told Memere, and Memere went over to their table and asked Timmy what he did to his head, to which my Uncle Chuck (his father) said, "Oh it's just a mosquito bite." That's a big fucking mosquito. So I hate that bitch. What the hell.
Well I better get my ass to Big Lots! (I'm returning a shade that I bought that was too small. Yippie!)