saturday:

I spend the day cleaning, kind of, watching tv, and eating pizza. I make every effort into talking myself into calling someone and doing something, but I don’t make it out of doors other than a quick trip to the post office to mail back one of the two pairs of shoes that I bought. The day before, D invites me to swing by the shop and see the girls. I plan on it but as I drive by and see the parking lot insanely packed I wind up driving right by the place. I spend the night sorting through old bills and such to shred. I will clean up this mess. I watch babel and am seriously disappointed. It was long and boring and about nothing much at all really. A girl walks around naked a lot, some illegal immigrants make a series of bad calls, and the pretty blonde people get shot at. Maybe I’m missing something but the way “naked girl’s” father’s story connects to the other two is seriously weak. It would have been more believable to have shown someone in new york city selling brad pitt a pack of gum once upon a time and then showing how connected they were several years later. I was pissed after sitting through 2.5 hours of that mess, but I was very happy that jules and I never found the time to catch it in the theater. I follow it up with an episode of anything but love. I picked up the dvd with a gift card my mom gave me for my birthday. As the theme song, remember those?, begins to play a million different memories come to mind. I can remember word for word some of the dialogue, what happens in each episode, and even some of Hannah’s outfits. I also remember holding my little tape recorder up to the tv, how old school?, and recording the theme song because I loved it so much. One episode quickly turns into six and I go to bed happy.

sunday:

I meet jules at IHOP for brunch. About five minutes away from the restaurant, and about ten minutes early for our meet up time, my phone rings. Jules is early and has a table for us. I begin to wonder if I got mixed up on the time and question if I’m really early after all. I meet up with jules and she assures me that I am early, she just happens to be even earlier, this time. She was worried that tables would be hard to come by on a Sunday before church so she got there early. We eat and catch up. She fills me in on her white trash cruise experience, the upcoming shower for her pregnant sister, and her plans to go back to school. I think she’s finally given up her dream of quitting her prosperous law career to become a cashier at a grocery store. This is not a joke. With much time to kill we opt to just sit and drink water before we head to the theater. Many unhappy eyes glare at us from the line at the door. Luckily for us we just happen to be at the closet table to the line so they can in fact see that we are no longer eating. Eventually we head to the theater. We walk up to the door and are informed by a couple that we can’t get in yet. We see people walking around inside but no one makes the effort to open the doors as it is now 12:03. A minor crowd has gathered outside and still we wait. The doors finally open and everyone rushes inside since it is extremely cold and windy, once again. I hold the door for a group of women and step inside to find myself at the end of the line, separated from jules. I shrug. One of the ladies in front of me turns around and tells me to please cut in front of them, I held the door for them and they weren’t going to make me wait at the end of the line. I smile, thank them, then quickly shove them all out of my way. Our bizarre theater experience continues as a young kid who works there keeps walking back and forth in front of us, never saying excuse me and not really doing anything. Finally someone tells him to put the mats out and he picks one up. In doing this he just about takes one of the ladies behind me out. jules and I give one another a look, the “are we dreaming collectively?” look. We purchase our tickets to zodiac and make our way to the restrooms. After we meet back up I hesitate because I’m thinking about a beverage. After deciding no, we make our way to find some seats. As we settle in jules says that she thinks she wants some popcorn. I offer to trek all the way back to the concession area since her hip is causing her some distress. I am instructed to make separate purchases so we each can get our points on our frequent visitor cards. I worry that I’ll miss the previews, she yells out for me to run. Run I do, kinda. When I make my way to the front I see that there are two lines, one with one person, one with three people. Naturally I pick the shorter of the two, naturally I pick the wrong one. The guy in front of me is new to this earth. He asks what a small, medium, and large looks like in both drink and popcorn options. He then asks how much each one is. And he constantly adds more onto his order when the annoyed fifteen-year-old, making minimum wage, attempts to collect his money. I feel his pain. The next day, when it’s finally my turn, I order my two drinks and a small popcorn. I contemplate calling jules to see if she wants any salt with her order of no extra butter, but opt to just toss a little on and then haul my buns back to my seat. Luckily all I miss are the annoying commercials as the previews begin. The movie is great. A wee bit long, causing both of us to make second trips to the restroom over the course of the movie. But we’re both happy with our choice. As I whisper to jules that I need to pee again a woman gets up to leave at the same time. I follow her and worry that I might scare her since I’m right behind her and I know she doesn’t know I’m there yet. She stops to look back at the screen and sees me. She tells me that she doesn’t know if this is a good time to leave or not, she’s afraid she might miss something. I seem to make new friends everywhere I go. I tell her that I too had the same worry and try to walk fast. She talks to me the entire way to the restroom and I smile and rush into the men’s room. I come out to find her standing there almost as if she was waiting on me. I tell myself that it’s just a coincidence and walk back to the theater, again as she talks to me on our walk. Too funny.

monday:

The weekend went by at an alarmingly fast rate. I think that getting older really translates to unexplainably losing large chunks of time. After two sucky weeks I drive to work with the decision that I must quit if I want to stay sane. Of course Monday winds up being a pretty good day and I manage to escape the place pretty much on time. Not much else goes down. I do however discover that I am 15 lbs. Away from my july ‘07 goal weight. I’m not sure how that happened but it was seriously a nice surprise.

tuesday:

Another decent day at work, I begin to worry. I pick up borat and send a picture to chels because it’s her fault I fell so hard for the movie. I run to the bank, the post office, and the DQ (holla!). While running errands I see a bumper sticker that reads, “abortion is the ultimate form of terrorism,” and am seriously confused. So people are randomly attacking pregnant women and taking their unborn babies away from them against their will? I had no idea. I eat my tasty blizzard, watch a lot of nothing on tv, and do very little else. I put in the second season of anything but love and drift off to sleep after the first episode.

wednesday:

I’m never going to get this place cleaned up. The boxes stored away seem to be in an endless supply. I make a little progress but want so much to just be done with it. Fast food nation showed up yesterday so I decide to spend the morning checking it out. A few years ago I watched super-size me and haven’t been back to McDonald’s since. In fact I’ve probably had fast food of any kind maybe six or so times in the last three or four years. The last five minutes of fast food nation pretty much made me not want to have beef ever again. Seeing the cattle led to the slaughter brought some tears to my eyes. And what followed had me looking away fearing a massive vomit attack. I finally clear out some serious space on the DVR and decide this must be what it’s like to live the life of a rock star.

thursday:

I get a little more money in the bank. I watch lost from the night before. I discover that it is possible to loathe locke even more. I’m pretty sure that at this point he is borderline retarded and really serves no purpose. He rushes to the scene, gun drawn, five minutes after the struggle has ended. His one job of watching the tied up guy is entirely too much to ask when a game of chess is beckoning. When he has a knife at his throat I’m seriously wishing that he gets sliced. Aaaaagh. I need some desmond action.

friday:

I know there was a Friday, but nothing really went down to make it in any way memorable. I watch scrubs and 30 rock on the DVR and enjoy some nachos for dinner. Clearly this week is moving at a much calmer pace than the last.

saturday:

D tells me that she plans on losing 100 lbs by april 24th. I ask her how she plans on getting around after she’s cut off her legs and arms. We buy cupcakes then say our goodbyes in the parking lot.

147. I have the best of intentions. I plan on coming home, taking a wee nap, and then meeting up with G to celebrate the year of her birth. A mini-celebration of two, for she had an outing of much drama the night before. I decide a drink is in order to put me in the festive mood, and the caffeine from the cherry coke will help with the general state of sleepiness I find myself in, I always find myself in. 147 days without so much as a drink, a drink that’s one part whiskey to four parts cherry coke, and I feel drunk. Well so much for my big night out on the town. I guess it’s more season two of anything but love. However something tells me felicity will make a long overdue return to my life at some point. And hey, I lose an hour tonight, I better get crackin’.