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I need to stop being such a top hat, forgetting that the world exists passed my nose and when I'm sleeping.
Loser.
Yesterday was a fun day, activity-wise. I mean, I spent far too much time alone at my house, but once Paula and Russell came home, we immediately left for Russell's dad's house around 5:30pm. First stopping at Wawa for a much-needed coffee. Thank you, energy levels, for always lacking. You're my only constant.
Then we listened to Death On Wednesday, The Righteous Brothers, The Beatles and The Arcade Fire on the 30-minute ride to Cape May Courthouse. Upon arriving, Russell wanted to badly jump on the big trampoline that was covered in pollen and wet from when it just rained. He was wearing black slacks and a red track jacket. Yeah. Great idea. Paula insisted that he just not. He was disappointed, grabbed their guitars from the trunk and went inside. Good redhead.
We all sat around the table while Russell, his dad, step-mom and sister ate dinner. Paula and I are super-conscious about eating things that have too much fat in them, so the homemade cheese perogi's (sp?) and homemade (again!) chicken caesar salad were off-limits. Instead Paula enjoyed an apple and some soy crisps. I wish I could remember half of what was said. I always laugh so fully and hard when around Mr. Hickman and Russell. Their humor compliment each other in wonderful ways. Sometimes a bit too vulgar, but I've gotten used to it.
Russell made fun of a band and their guitar player for being pretentious. He said that the guitarist acts like he has two little top hats on his hands and produces magical bunnies when he plays his songs. I nearly died.
Mr. Hickman, Kenny (the drummer), Paula, Russell and I went into the recording studio and I set up my little chair to watch them go through their set and sound amazing. I'm sovery excited about their show on the 25th. I'm going to ask Russell's step-mom for recipes and directions on how to bake various vegan treats (ie brownies, cookies, cupcakes). I want to have a bake sale at the venue to make some MONEY. For what? Gas, I guess. I hate shopping. I hate spending money on food. And I definitely don't plan on going anywhere far or expensive this summer. Too bad money won't gain interest sitting in my room at home.
They played music until about 11pm when Paula got tired and everyone was worn out from jamming without a break. I love their music and new surprises come out every time.
On the way home we had some Moody Blues. I honestly couldn't wait to get to bed. My sleep was broken, of course, but I don't feel tired today. Just very ill. I can't believe it. My throat is at it's worst again and the dizziness is starting back up. I can't call off from work. They won't re-hire my sister and me for the summer program. I know it. It's so beautiful outside and all I can think about is passing out underneath the covers (go on hide your lovers, underneath the covers). But forceforceforce. I hate work because of this. It seems like it's a-ok that everyone else gets sick or needs to go home to wait for their plumber, but I can't have a fever and not die on the road. Ageist.
Tomorrow is move-out day. I'm sad. Happy. Relieved. Annoyed. LAZY.
I'm going to go take some medicine that doesn't make me tired. Bummer. And that is always my favorite part of cold medication.
Loser.
Yesterday was a fun day, activity-wise. I mean, I spent far too much time alone at my house, but once Paula and Russell came home, we immediately left for Russell's dad's house around 5:30pm. First stopping at Wawa for a much-needed coffee. Thank you, energy levels, for always lacking. You're my only constant.
Then we listened to Death On Wednesday, The Righteous Brothers, The Beatles and The Arcade Fire on the 30-minute ride to Cape May Courthouse. Upon arriving, Russell wanted to badly jump on the big trampoline that was covered in pollen and wet from when it just rained. He was wearing black slacks and a red track jacket. Yeah. Great idea. Paula insisted that he just not. He was disappointed, grabbed their guitars from the trunk and went inside. Good redhead.
We all sat around the table while Russell, his dad, step-mom and sister ate dinner. Paula and I are super-conscious about eating things that have too much fat in them, so the homemade cheese perogi's (sp?) and homemade (again!) chicken caesar salad were off-limits. Instead Paula enjoyed an apple and some soy crisps. I wish I could remember half of what was said. I always laugh so fully and hard when around Mr. Hickman and Russell. Their humor compliment each other in wonderful ways. Sometimes a bit too vulgar, but I've gotten used to it.
Russell made fun of a band and their guitar player for being pretentious. He said that the guitarist acts like he has two little top hats on his hands and produces magical bunnies when he plays his songs. I nearly died.
Mr. Hickman, Kenny (the drummer), Paula, Russell and I went into the recording studio and I set up my little chair to watch them go through their set and sound amazing. I'm sovery excited about their show on the 25th. I'm going to ask Russell's step-mom for recipes and directions on how to bake various vegan treats (ie brownies, cookies, cupcakes). I want to have a bake sale at the venue to make some MONEY. For what? Gas, I guess. I hate shopping. I hate spending money on food. And I definitely don't plan on going anywhere far or expensive this summer. Too bad money won't gain interest sitting in my room at home.
They played music until about 11pm when Paula got tired and everyone was worn out from jamming without a break. I love their music and new surprises come out every time.
On the way home we had some Moody Blues. I honestly couldn't wait to get to bed. My sleep was broken, of course, but I don't feel tired today. Just very ill. I can't believe it. My throat is at it's worst again and the dizziness is starting back up. I can't call off from work. They won't re-hire my sister and me for the summer program. I know it. It's so beautiful outside and all I can think about is passing out underneath the covers (go on hide your lovers, underneath the covers). But forceforceforce. I hate work because of this. It seems like it's a-ok that everyone else gets sick or needs to go home to wait for their plumber, but I can't have a fever and not die on the road. Ageist.
Tomorrow is move-out day. I'm sad. Happy. Relieved. Annoyed. LAZY.
I'm going to go take some medicine that doesn't make me tired. Bummer. And that is always my favorite part of cold medication.