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December 2008
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stupid pw thingy isn’t working. have some lyrics.

Like you’ve got nothing to prove
No matter what you might do
There’s always someone out there cooler than you

I know that’s hard to believe
But there are people you meet
They’re into something that is too big to be
Through their clothes
And they’ll put up with all the poses you throw
And you won’t
Even know

That they’re not sizing you up
They know your mom fucked you up
Or maybe let you watch too much TV

But they’ll still look in your eyes
To find the human inside
You know there’s always something in there to see

The veneer
Not everybody made the list this year
Have a beer


I need to create in 3 days what has taken a coworker of mine 3 months. Woo. hoo. Of course I’m blogging instead of working, because really, who doesn’t want a little extra stress?

I really was supposed to work on laundry and packing and get started on this project this weekend, but I ended up doing fun things instead. I don’t regret it at all.

Saturday I got a call from my new friend, AJ. She was having lunch with her mom right around the corner from me. So I trooped off and ended up hanging out with them for hours. We had lunch, went to the Sprint kiosk and bought boots. You would not automatically assume that hanging out at a Sprint kiosky thing for almost two hours would be fun, but AJ and her mom are that awesome. I’d never even met Mommy AJ before.

I think when I go home (weird how I haven’t lived at “home” for more than six years, but it still is home in my head) though, I might need to figure out to have happy quality time with my mom. I think I might have come close to attempting to mommy poach. It’s just been a damn long time since I was anything other than the Mean and Unsympathetic Daughter. I will be so glad when school is over for her.

Bear and I ended up going to see Quantum of Solace at midnight on Saturday, which completely hosed my Sunday. AJ and her mom had seen it the evening before and I realized Bear and I hadn’t seen it yet. We could have gone at a more humane for Emmy time, but no. Bear’s clock is still flipped. Honestly though, my laziness hosed Sunday, but waking up at 2 in the afternoon really didn’t help anything. At least I go home in a few days and that will reset my clock. I miss being a morning person. Helps when you know little kids are up and wanting to play with you. Or having a mother that wakes up at 5am.

Good reasons for being tired

I’m dragging today, but I have the best reasons possible, so I’m happy even as I’m barely functioning. It’s a good tired. I made a new friend that came over to the house and Bear did not flip. He was laughing at me this morning, so definitely our world is a-okay. Seriously, I walk into the bathroom while Bear is taking a shower because I left my glasses in there last night. I tell Bear I’m gonna head out to warm up the car because it got cold last night. He tells me “I told you so.” I was confused because he told me what?

“You told me what?”

“That it was going to get cold.”

Sometimes I wonder if he talks to me while I’m sleeping and then counts it as a conversation. Unlike my mother, I know I don’t talk in my sleep. I also don’t think one way conversations should count.

“Yes, sure babe, you told me it was going to get cold.” I’m not nearly as good at dry sarcasm as my father, but I thought it was a fairly good imitation.

“Yes. I told you it was going to be cold and you said not until Saturday.” His ability to ignore said sarcasm is apparently much stronger than I thought.

I snorted and left the bathroom. The second I closed the door I heard massive amounts of giggles. I burst into laughter cause there is nothing that makes me laugh harder than Bear or Carl laughing. It usually doesn’t even matter if I’m pissed or sad or anything. Their happiness is such a bright thing to me.

So yeah. Good morning after a freaking fantastic night making a new friend. After I went to bed last night I realized I haven’t made a new friend in almost six years. That would explain the adrenaline shakes I got after she left.

American Boy

My bff made a comment today about believing that European boys are fundamentally diff from American boys. Made me think of a song that Bear and I have been enjoying lately.

BTW: I don’t buy that European boys are fundamentally different, but I like the song and the video.