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What’s this? What’s happening? What’s going on here?
Posted on January 6th, 2005 in Uncategorized

Happy new year! Last weekend was pretty nice. I welcomed the new year with the boys and bonded with one of their girlfriends. It’s really great when someone just GETS YOU because she’s going through the same shit (thanks for the talk, Tiffany!). Roxy and Chel came over on Sunday to make wedding favors for Roxy’s big day. I’m so happy for her. She’s just GLOWING. Chel’s getting married next year… What’s this? What’s happening? What’s going on here? Everyone I know is either getting married or reproducing. I guess I’m just in that “always a bridesmaid, never a bride” funk… even though I’ve never been a bridesmaid. Well, I’m supposed to be one of Roxy’s bridesmaids, but her wedding is in her fiancĂ©’s hometown of Podunk, Texas and a roundtrip plane ticket for the weekend is definitely out of this poor college student’s budget. Even attempting to SAVE money from my mediocre Illuminations paychecks would be difficult. Roxy is one of my BEST girls. She’s family. That would really suck if I couldn’t be a part of her wedding. Sadness. OMG today I went to the post office and the postal clerk told me I was “so pretty” (and it wasn’t some creepy old man, it was this sweet, middle-aged lady). She said it like four times during our transaction. Nobody ever calls me pretty! LOL. I couldn’t stop smiling in the car. Anyway, BEDHEAD ED comes home from P.I. tomorrow! Yaye! I can’t believe he was gone for an entire month. I’m so happy right now. I’m thinking of buying my dad a betta because he got really attached to G Funk (Edgar’s fish – who used to be Gerald’s fish… who used to be named Geraldine because we thought he was a she – who I took care of while Edgar was gone and need to eventually return). My dad talks to that fish. It’s weird to hear the word “G Funk” come out of my dad’s mouth. He’s been nice to me this year. This love/hate relationship with my dad is all very confusing. As for G Funk, I stopped liking him weeks ago. He tried to bite me. So I stopped feeding the bastard. My dad feeds him though. He says that he feeds G Funk when he looks hungry. My mom thought he was dead the other day, but he was sleeping. She was banging her palm on the glass seeing if he’d move. She wasn’t aware that fish sleep. Oh well, I wasn’t aware that fish had facial expressions. We are two peas in a pod. Except when it comes to cleaning. She LIVES to clean. Today, she took out the Swiffer Jet and said, “This is my new best friend!” My room is never tidy… and if it is, then it just LOOKS tidy. Cleaning my room to me is just stuffing my crap in my closet. That’s all I’m really going for. A facade of cleanliness.

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