i guess i'm a wheel
so...going home for four days was simultaneously wonderful and weird-- like Life, I guess. It was just the strangest sensation to be back in the same place with the same people as always (until this year)-- but to have it all be temporary. same bat time, same bat place, but only for the moment. Stranger, though, is realizing that that's how it'll be from now on.
I slept from 7pm until 11pm & so obviously I'm not going to be doing much more of that tonight.
favorite overheard conversation of the week (so far):
Girl: ...but she's friends with that fat, ugly bitch that I hate.
Guy: Who's that?
Girl: The FAT, ugly BITCH! That I HATE!
..ok, I'm sure Overheard in New York would come up with some totally clever headline that would make that interaction seem funnier than it seems right now. maybe not quite as hilarious as it was to me at the time, but close.
and the weirdest moment of my week by far-- possibly of my month-- was getting a text message from my mom. She & my father got cell phones a few weeks ago (a sure sign of the Apocalypse) and they are both still figuring out how they, well, work. Over break she asked me lots of questions about how to use various functions, and told me that she assigned me "a really fun ringtone." She also said she didn't she'd be doing text-messaging (or "tex-mexing," as a witty family friend insists on calling it), but I think it appeals to her. Maybe less so my dad, who (from his own cell phone) responded to my mother's first text message (something along the lines of "Hi honey, I love you") with "gleep gleep qxqx." He said it took him a long time to type.
ok, back to Elia Kazan & Arthur Miller.
I slept from 7pm until 11pm & so obviously I'm not going to be doing much more of that tonight.
favorite overheard conversation of the week (so far):
Girl: ...but she's friends with that fat, ugly bitch that I hate.
Guy: Who's that?
Girl: The FAT, ugly BITCH! That I HATE!
..ok, I'm sure Overheard in New York would come up with some totally clever headline that would make that interaction seem funnier than it seems right now. maybe not quite as hilarious as it was to me at the time, but close.
and the weirdest moment of my week by far-- possibly of my month-- was getting a text message from my mom. She & my father got cell phones a few weeks ago (a sure sign of the Apocalypse) and they are both still figuring out how they, well, work. Over break she asked me lots of questions about how to use various functions, and told me that she assigned me "a really fun ringtone." She also said she didn't she'd be doing text-messaging (or "tex-mexing," as a witty family friend insists on calling it), but I think it appeals to her. Maybe less so my dad, who (from his own cell phone) responded to my mother's first text message (something along the lines of "Hi honey, I love you") with "gleep gleep qxqx." He said it took him a long time to type.
ok, back to Elia Kazan & Arthur Miller.