Sunday, January 22, 2006

Kitty Wittermans.

Let me begin this post by saying: Megan--I both love and hate you for this. I wish you had never posted this on your blog because I will spend hours at this site. However, it is an instant cure for depression, so I can't be angry for that.

The title of this post is an exclamation I say every 10 minutes or so of perusing this webpage.

Oh yes. Kitty Wittermans.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

The hits just keep on coming.

I do these things because I know that Jenrikay actually cares and will read them. We only know of one another's lives through blogs and occasional run-ins on campus.

Three Names you go by:
1. Stevi
2. ZZ
3. Stephanie

Three Parts of Your Heritage/Ethnic/Cultural Background
1. Italian
2. Irish
3. Intellectual

Three Things That Scare You
1. squirrels
2. clowns
3. unabashed ignorance

Three of Your Everyday Essentials
1. mascara
2. engagement ring
3. pens

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now
1. white pajama pants with big fat pink kitties on them that say "miao"
2. eyeglasses
3. my fox ears that Corey made me for my birthday

Three Things You Want in a Relationship (other than Real Love)
1. commonality
2. conversation
3. commitment

Two Truths and a Lie (in any order)
1. I design clothing, but can't pattern make to save my life.
2. I have gone hiking in the Italian Alps.
3. Robert De Niro is family friend of ours.

Three PHYSICAL Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You
1. eyes
2. facial hair
3. haircut in general

Three Places You Want to Go and Haven't Gone
1. Spain
2. Russia
3. Argentina

Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die
1. Take lots of ballroom and swing classes.
2. Publish a novel.
3. Make gnocchi from scratch.

Three Ways that you are stereotypically a Girl/Guy
1. I love clothing more than any sane person should.
2. I heart shinies.
3. I adore high heels.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

At least I know I'm on the right path in life.

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!





























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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

A warm mug of liquid sleep.

Worst sleep of my life! I tried, around 2:30 this morning, to go to sleep. I had no plans of waking until about 10 am.

Trying to fend off an approaching coughy cold thing for fear it would ruin my birthday drink-a-thon, I took some theraflu.

Theraflu usually knocks my ass cold. I have no tolerance for the stuff. It's like a warm mug of liquid sleep.

However, the stuff I took last night was not what I expected. I woke up at 4 something, and fitfully slept again until 6. I tried to put myself to sleep again at 6, but after an hour or so of tossing and turning I gave the fuck up.

I don't feel tired. Or sick.

But it is 7 am and I haven't voluntarily seen this hour in quite a long time.

I am so restless; it's like I took speed instead of liquid sleep.

I just went and looked at the Theraflu box and under common side effects it lists typical things like "marked drowisness" and, at the opposite end of the spectrum, "excitability in children." There is also a notice printed in very large letters that one should not use Theraflu if the sealed package is open or torn.

That's common sense, right? Well, apparently, I've none of that.

As I shook the contents of this morning's Theraflu packet, little bits of sandy sleep capsules flew about my kitchen from a tiny tear in the bottom. Figuring that either I or one of my roommates had caused said tear in another bout of sickness and in urgent need of rest, I said, Whatever, and prepared my disgusting beverage anyway.

And now it is 7 am on my 21st and I have slept, collectively, between 3 and 4 hours. This is not the turnout I'd desired.

A day late and a dollar short.

On the morning of my 21st birthday, I return from work to find that my prodigal roommate's car is parked outside our apartment complex.

She skipped town without leaving me rent money.

Which was due on the 1st.

I want to kill her a little bit.

I find her asleep and in my room I find two checks. One for nearly $400 for rent. Another made out for $10.50 for electric.

I am glad to finally have the money that I had to front so the rent would be on time. (Which was my fucking birthday money, mind you. That money should be spent on booze and shoes! Not roommates!) However, it is still 2-3 days after the rent has been paid and rent has always been due to me, the Responsible One, on the 28th of the month. By my count, it's about a week late.

Now I just want to rough her up a bit. Especially because I am a fucking Birthday Princess today and I may do as I please.

I should hit her just for writing two checks when only one was necessary. "Waste not the young saplings, bitch!"