Long weekend, short post

Well, okay miniposts. I feel like listing today...

1) Indiana Jones, you bastard. Granted, it was adventure and humor and all things you'd expect. But the plot? The PLOT?! Good lord, you've got to be kidding me. Kinda cheesy. And how the hell did Cate Blanchett's hair stay so bowl-like and flawless through car chases? In the humid jungle? And as white as she is, you never saw her once put on sunscreen. For shame.

2) The weather is no expected to cooperate with anything remotely summer-like this weekend. Cold and rain. Actually turned the heat on when I got to work. Boo.

3) As is typical this time of year, I'm looking for a pair of shoes. THE pair of shoes. They're in my brain and ohsocute, but I cannot find them. I'm hesitant to look online because I like to walk around in them and buying from a picture kinda bothers me. Then again, desperate times might require it.

4) My class started this week and as expected, Scum is in it. He has yet to make eye contact or speak to me. Good. I think him doing so would cause me to be irrational and say something very angry. In front of the class. I've spread the word to the gang of friends and they all think it's bizarre. Dude needs some help.

5) In response to my twirling problem, I decided to hack my hair off. A mere 3 inches did wonders. It's taking some getting used to but I think will make me more conscious of how twirling damages the ones I love. There, there. Someday you'll be long and unfettered with split ends again. Someday.

Have a fun weekend!

Not so super

Tuesday night, Chipmunk and my typical adventures landed us in a search for betta food. Alas, tiny Fishy Fisherton had been abandoned by her previous roommate and as Chipmunk had never owned a fish, she was feeding it random bits in hopes that it would suffice. After her weeklong experiment, we've determined Fishy doesn't like Crispix, tater tots, cheese sticks, broccoli, tiny bits of salmon (she was testing cannibalism, she claims), or oatmeal cookies. She also had contemplated buying Fishy roommates and a larger tank. Bettas don't like roommates or larger tanks. At any rate, it was an evening full of edumacating Chipmunk on the lifestyle and preferences of Bettas. Our search for Betta food led us to the newest Last Resort in town.

The Super Walmart.

They just finished putting it up a couple months ago and my town has decided its a love/hate relationship. For example...while Chipmunk and I were coming around a corner, Sunshine and her boyfriend met us. She looked at me with wide eyes and then scowled. She gave me a half-hearted hello and we went on our ways. I talked to her the next morning and she apologized. She was ashamed and pissed at being seen in the Super Walmart, a place she vowed never to go.

I don't blame her. Aside from all the weird politics around Walmart, the Supers are a giant (literally) pain in the ass. It's not very convenient to have to buy your groceries on one side and your shampoo on the cleeeeeear other side. I know what you're doing Walmart. I know you want me to wander through those aisles packed with cheap home furnishings and (I'm sorry) ugly clothes. I don't need 30 packs of socks. I don't need a zebra print rug. I don't need the newest book from whatever televangelist/cult leader your selling this week. I just wanna buy my stuff and get the hell outta there. Unfortunately for me, it was Fishy's life in balance and I had to go there. And then walk a block across the store to get juice. I think for some of the smaller towns in the area, The Super is fantastic. But honestly, I'd rather deal with much smaller businesses and not deal with all the hassle. Because less hassle is way more super.

By the roots

I am a twirler. There. I said it. Spend more than 3 minutes with me and my left hand will wander up and start twirling hair like a gum-snapping airhead. It might be a tiny few strands. It might be all the hair on the left side of my head. But it will end up in a twist at some point.

I can't take it anymore.

It started out as a stress thing. Instead of chain smoking, I started twirling. Now it's all the time. I'm not sure how to stop. It's not like there's a patch for it. Nail biters get that nasty polish stuff. Short of hiring someone to slap my hand away everytime I absentmindedly reach up, I'm not sure what to do. I'm getting to the point I'm going to strap my left arm to my body and not let it out until my hair doesn't look so damaged.

You have any bad habits? Or advice?

Just when I thought I'd met all the scum of the earth

Since Sunday night, I've been in a foul mood. That night, I received an email from a friend's wife. She very politely told me that he had been lying...alot. Lying to her, lying to my other friends and I. But let me give you the backstory...

This semester, my friend Slippers and I have been in the same classes. We're typically surrounded by kinda ditzy girly girls, which neither of us are. This semester, we lucked out and one of our studios had some fun people, including the aforementioned guy: Scum. He seemed like a safe friend...in our age range, kinda twisted sense of humor, and he was happily and openly married. While we never got to meet her, he always mentioned her in class or when a group of us would hang out. As is common in most friendships, we all would email or talk about whatever. Sometimes he would make little cracks that I thought his wife might not let him get away with but in the back of my mind I just figured it was his sense of humor.

I figured wrong. His wife had looked through his emails and felt uncomfortable. Mainly because she had never heard of any of us. Secondly, because he had been lying to us. Lying about all sorts of things, from little snippets about his past to movies he claimed to have seen. Lying about how his wife was going to come to lunch with us but couldn't make it because of work.

The whole thing makes me sick. Why did he lie to us? Why did he hide friends from his wife? After a couple emails from her, my impression is that his wife is a completely normal person. She apologized for everything and even made a point to say that she isn't angry with us at all. She's confused and upset and with good reason. I guess I hardly knew the guy and I'm pissed off. I can't imagine finding that out about the person you trust more than anyone.

Slippers is baffled. She keeps wondering what his intentions were. We have two more years of classes with this guy, did he think he wouldn't get caught? I start summer classes next week and he's in one of them. His wife asked that I stay civil but I think I'll only be able to manage an icy version of it.

Saturday morning cartoons

Pops made a comment the other day that I haven't been writing so he has no idea how I'm doing (Ironic because I was sitting right behind him...they have this new-fangled technology called 'talking'). So here's the bits and scraps to appease the tiny masses.

Today is my brother's birthday. He's old. He's younger than I am but he's still an old married guy. He happens to be one of my favorite people for innumerable reasons. I'm more than a little bummed I might miss his birthday celebration but the only way I can go is if they get rained out from the races and he has to stay home. I'd rather he be racing. I'll put a candle in his cheese fries the next time we go to dinner. I think it will be okay...

I'm missing the birthday celebration because of finals stuff. I have a webpage that needs to be polished and launched by Monday. I'm a little stressed out. Not to the point of really hating life, just a little stressed.

Sister is home. I kind of miss being able to visit her every day, as weird as that sounds. She lives a couple towns away and its not as easy to pop over to see her. Neither of us like phones. When this finals junk gets over with, I hope to make it over there more. Plus there's talk of family game night which would be AWESOME. Words cannot describe how much fun I think it would be. I hope the plans don't just fizzle out. And I hope there aren't any wet-blankets (you know who you are).

My great aunt died this week. I've only met her maybe 4 or 5 times in my life but the loss is pretty significant. She was the sister of my biological grandmother. The grandmother that died when my mom was very young. I've always had this strange feeling that if she had lived, life would have been very different. Like somewhere, there's an alternate universe where things unfolded much differently. My great aunt was a tie to that, in my head a supernatural tie to that universe. I felt strangely connected to her. When I did see her, it was like I just felt at ease. She was independent, a little gruff, and didn't really take any bullshit. My mom mentioned that she saw a lot of her in me yesterday. I take it as a compliment. Our contact might have been very limited, but having those things in common makes the family tie pretty strong, in my opinion. I've always thought that blood doesn't necessarily make family. The blood might not have been as thick, but in some ways I felt closer to her than I do some of my other relatives. I'll definitely miss her presence on this earth.