Short Collection--Unfinished entries
3.18.09
I guess I am having a bad day. It's not terrible, but I would like very much to climb back into bed (or on the couch, I don't care) and start again tomorrow.
My bad day actually started at about 2:30am when I woke up on Kenny's couch, sweating, slobbering; and awful tired. I looked at Kenny (who had also fallen asleep) and then down at the other end of the couch -- where Dylan was looking up at me. He had been watching infomercials for God-knows-how-long, with his pillow and blanket in the living room!
So that wierded me out some, in the same way that it always wierds me out to know someone saw me sleeping -- but also in this new way because I was sort of leaning on Kenny and I was suddenly VERY aware of the proximity of our bodies. Look, we don't do anything on a boyfriend/girlfriend level in front of them. The occasional kiss on the cheek -- the occasional hand holding -- the occasional hug goodbye.. That's IT. Because, obviously, we both feel like anything beyond that is inappropriate at this stage, or possibly at ALL in front of children. No one needs to see you making out with their dad, okay? Then suddenly you see me laying with my head on his chest -- snoozing like a baby..... It's just a hard adjustment for all, I guess.
Anyway, so we send Dylan to bed and I leave to let the dogs out (poor pee-pee machines) and go to sleep in my own (child-free) apartment. I realize, as I pull up in the parking lot, that I have left my phone at Kenny's. Obviously they are all back-to-sleep and I'm not trekking BACK out at 3am to claim my phone, so I decide to set my clock-radio for the first time since I've had the thing. Honestly, this little clock-radio-iHome sits in the corner of my kitchen without a second thought...all the live-long day. So I set an alarm for 6:30am.
I lay on the couch (still in my jeans and t-shirt) and wait for the dogs to settle back down into their respective places with me (one at my feet, one at my head). They don't. Bella decides to chew a stinky bone on my pillow, and Chloe decides to chew on Bella until she agrees to give up the bone. This fight takes place, by the way, on my back. They continue for about an hour -- just relentlessly. Finally, we are all able to drift to sleep.
At 7:15, I wake up. Knowing full well that I must have slept through my alarm, I wander sleepily into the kitchen for my glasses and peer at the clock -- yes! In fact, I have set my alarm on the one clock in my place that I didn't bother to change the time on! Clever, Amanda....real clever.
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3.24.09
I got my hair cut. It's short. It's close-cropped. It's head-banded and vaguely Parisian. I like it.
My beloved boss just finished an incredible tangent...must've lasted half an hour. I'm not sure how it started or why, but I did learn these important points:
1. We all have to move to Alaska. They have oil, no taxes, and the government pays you to be there. Also, something about Sarah Palin (racken fracken Sarah Palin).
2. For some reason, when aforementioned boss dies, I and Ryan will be forced to hand all of our money over to the government. I guess it falls on us because we are the youngest in the immediate conversation...but I don't really know why I have to give all my money up in the first place.
3. We all have to follow Ron Paul -- but I think he was joking. I'm never sure exactly what kind of people follow Ron Paul. People like Brandon Puster, obviously....
I don't want to move to Alaska. I've never been, but from what I hear - it's fricken cold there!