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same_skyI don't know why I'm so uncommunicative lately. I know I'm in blog trouble when M posts more than I do. I'll sit and stare at a blank screen for a while before giving up and realizing that I have absolutely nothing to say. I hope that fades soon. On the bright side, I'm beginning to feel more like my old self--snide and bitchy, at your service. ;) This move really seemed to mess up my internal rhythms in some way, and I think I'm finally headed back to Real Life. I know it sounds as if I'm way overanalyzing this whole thing, but.. well--duh, that's what I do, and if you haven't figured that out by now, you've got issues of your own. :)
Boy-o has already posted about today's exciting purchase.. we bought ourselves a new (to us) car! I had a horrible time keeping that little tidbit of information (and news of M's new job) to myself when my mom called. We weren't planning on keeping it a secret at all--normally we would have called them right away and all that, but we just never got around to it yesterday, and then today decided that it would be funny to spring it all on them at once when we show up in our new car tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure they'll be wholely amused, but I guess it's too late to worry about that now. Buick Riviera, 97. Kind of silvery-champagne. Pretty nice-looking, I must say. M posted a picture if you want to see it. I think he just likes that picture because it makes the Oldsmobile look kind of neat (in the reflection.) That's something that doesn't happen very often for that car. ;)
It kind of worries me that I'm 25 years old and own an Oldsmobile and a Buick. Those are both the epitome of old-people cars to me, in that way that my grandparents shouldn't even own one because they're too trendy. M assures me that's not entirely the case but these odd perceptions just pop into my head sometimes and hang around regardless of logic. M would claim that's because I'm female, but that's when I would take a blunt object and pop him a good one over the head, so he doesn't actually voice thoughts like that all that often.
You want to hear something weird? Remember that I ran into B, my best friend from high school, at WalMart the week after we moved here? And she came over and we had a nice chat? Well, I've tried to call her, like, five times since then, and she's never home. I did leave one message, but I'm really not the message-leaving type--seriously, don't ever expect me to leave you a message because I suck at it, truly truly suck at it, and I will never ever record my voice unless I absolutely have to for some reason--and I never did hear from her. So anyway, we haven't talked since then because she never called back and I never could catch her at home. We stopped at WalMart tonight to look for tasteful accessories for our new car (how dumb is that? I actually, honestly, just wrote "our new bil*", which reminds me that I should really stop smoking so much crack, as G would say) and as we were walking in, guess who was walking out? Apparently, she lost our number. Dinner plans are in the works for this week. The odd thing is that I have barely been to Wally World at all since the move because my house-husband spends a part of most days there running this or that errand. What are the chances?
*Most of you will know this, but bil is the Swedish word for car. Crack aside, it wasn't completely out of the blue, that.
Boy-o has already posted about today's exciting purchase.. we bought ourselves a new (to us) car! I had a horrible time keeping that little tidbit of information (and news of M's new job) to myself when my mom called. We weren't planning on keeping it a secret at all--normally we would have called them right away and all that, but we just never got around to it yesterday, and then today decided that it would be funny to spring it all on them at once when we show up in our new car tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure they'll be wholely amused, but I guess it's too late to worry about that now. Buick Riviera, 97. Kind of silvery-champagne. Pretty nice-looking, I must say. M posted a picture if you want to see it. I think he just likes that picture because it makes the Oldsmobile look kind of neat (in the reflection.) That's something that doesn't happen very often for that car. ;)It kind of worries me that I'm 25 years old and own an Oldsmobile and a Buick. Those are both the epitome of old-people cars to me, in that way that my grandparents shouldn't even own one because they're too trendy. M assures me that's not entirely the case but these odd perceptions just pop into my head sometimes and hang around regardless of logic. M would claim that's because I'm female, but that's when I would take a blunt object and pop him a good one over the head, so he doesn't actually voice thoughts like that all that often.
You want to hear something weird? Remember that I ran into B, my best friend from high school, at WalMart the week after we moved here? And she came over and we had a nice chat? Well, I've tried to call her, like, five times since then, and she's never home. I did leave one message, but I'm really not the message-leaving type--seriously, don't ever expect me to leave you a message because I suck at it, truly truly suck at it, and I will never ever record my voice unless I absolutely have to for some reason--and I never did hear from her. So anyway, we haven't talked since then because she never called back and I never could catch her at home. We stopped at WalMart tonight to look for tasteful accessories for our new car (how dumb is that? I actually, honestly, just wrote "our new bil*", which reminds me that I should really stop smoking so much crack, as G would say) and as we were walking in, guess who was walking out? Apparently, she lost our number. Dinner plans are in the works for this week. The odd thing is that I have barely been to Wally World at all since the move because my house-husband spends a part of most days there running this or that errand. What are the chances?
*Most of you will know this, but bil is the Swedish word for car. Crack aside, it wasn't completely out of the blue, that.
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Date: 2004-08-07 10:58 pm (UTC)Well moving and a new job are both big life changes -- it's enough to mess anyone's internal rhythms :)
As always, it's good to hear from you :) And I'll always be around to read whenever you write :)
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Date: 2004-08-08 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 03:00 am (UTC)That was bad english but I can't be frigged going back to change it :)
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Date: 2004-08-09 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-10 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-10 03:36 pm (UTC)I can see where bil might be a little confusing without the Swedish word in your head. ;)