Notice!

Oct 24, 2006 23:11

I realize that Hannah and I are just too beautiful for words, and it can be slightly endearing and certainly flattering when people are so moved by our beauty that people search for the right words. For example, the (excuse me, but it always ends up being) Mexican laborer who always has the cat whistle ready as we pass, or the trucker who cannot help himself but honk his horn as we cross the street. But, alas and alack, when we are making an effort to walk around the slightly dim park around seven pm, do NOT show your affection by leaning out the window and muttering something which sounds like, "hot sexy mommas" and "Hey, baby!" And then do not proceed to drive around the park and have us notice you again in the same fashion. It's not cute. It's actually really creepy, and it makes us search in our memories for that self defense class and possible techniques we may have to put into action. Write a letter. Dress up and be at a respectable place and flirt with me for the love of everything! This is the way you meet people and have a fighting chance of "getting any". Why must you yell out your window while I'm trying to have a peaceful walk with my friend?? It is a sad day when two women feel like they are "working the street" just because they are walking around the park at 7pm.

In other news, I accidentally stole a pen from the post office after I bought the cutest postage stamps with illustrations from children's books like Where the Wild Things Are. The pen writes very well.

After barely talking to my parents in the last month, I've talked on the phone with them every day for the last four days, having wonderful conversations, and, last Thursday, they came down for all of us to watch On Golden Pond at the Springer together. It was quite wonderful. Plus they took me out to dinner and we got to catch up some more. My parents are really lovely people, especially when I've let a bunch of interesting stuff build up to tell them. Unfortunately, they get confused in all the things and spend half my time trying to straighten them out about the particulars of what is happening in my life. This probably wouldn't happen if I didn't have a binge and purge cycle of communication with my parents. Working on that.

Today, I had a main course of Vocal Pedagogy Test which was followed up by a delicious test in Song Literature. I've noticed, that, when I'm stressed out, I'll go into rooms and feel very disoriented. Then I'll realize this is not where I meant to go. Today, I was heading to my locker. So, I stopped to talk to a teacher I had wanted to talk to. Then I tried to remember where I was going. Oh, yeah. The bathroom. But when I went in, something didn't feel right. So after I relieved myself since I was there, anyway, I went to the library. Surely, this is where I needed to be. Alas, it was not, and I remembered I needed in my locker.
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