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Okay, I know the whole lolcat thing is silly and sort of embarrassing. Sort of like the fact that I am strangely fascinated by Paris Hilton. But, seriously, have you seen anything that’s funnier than this?
I thought not.
I keep looking at my cat, waiting for him to do something hilarious so I can add badly spelled commentary, but so far he has proven himself to be Not Very Funny. I may have to trade him in for a new model. One with cheese on his head, I think.
Apologies for the lameness of this post. I was on vacation this week, and spent so much time in the water that I think my brain is floating in a sort of brain ocean. And I’ve forgotten how to type.
I have this strange feeling today, like a running-around-like-a-chicken-with-its-head-cut-off sort of feeling. This would be fine, except that I woke up, drank my coffee, watched The Nightmare Before Christmas with Boyo while riding the exercise bike, ate French toast, played Battleship, colored, read Prince Caspian aloud, took a 2 hour nap, and then went to work. Yeah, a 2 hour nap and French toast are really stressful. So why do I feel like I have 10,000 things to do and 10 minutes to do them in?
I think it’s partially because I went on a little handmade goods website spree, after finding a new blog that I’m obsessed with, then going to her really cute and funny shopping site, then clicking on 90% of the links on her links page at the shop. Now I feel like I want to buy a million things I can’t afford, or at least make some crafts. I get that way periodically. Then I cry and whine about how I wish I could sew or knit or something, and maybe make some weird monster puppets out of felt or a beaded bobby pin (similar to these) and feel shame that that’s the best I can do. Oh, well. I did make a cute kid, which is sort of like a craft.
I have also been reading compulsively this week, having finished like 5 books in the past 3 days. I don’t know why. I tend to read more when I’m depressed, in a sort of pitiful reality blocking attempt, but I’m not really depressed right now. Maybe slightly, but I did get a great haircut and highlights on Saturday, so I really have no reason for it. I mean, how can you feel crappy when your hair looks great? Anyway, I keep forgetting to link to it, but here’s my Library Thing page, for anyone who would like to Read Like Me. AKA read a lot of cheesy romance novels and say “hey, at least I don’t watch TV!”. Secretly, I miss having cable though. I just added Teen Titans to our Netflix queue, because Boyo and I freaking love that show.
Damn, I went link-heavy today.
My old best friend, who I lost touch with in December after her wedding, is due to have a baby right about now, and I miss her. I was googling her to see if maybe a birth announcement had been in the paper or something, but didn’t come up with anything. So then, of course, I googled my high school boyfriend – because we used to all hang out together and thinking of her reminded me of him. He was my very first real boyfriend, first kiss, lost my virginity to him, all that stuff. We were together from when we were 15 to when I dumped him (very cruelly, actually, which I feel sort of guilty about now) at age 19. He was always a pretty troubled guy, a pothead who drank vodka in the library instead of going to class, was on probation and had to leave school during senior year due to his drinking, but I knew him before all that really got bad, and being together so long I remember all the other things about him as well as the bad things.
Anyway, I googled him and found out he’d been arrested again just a few days ago for 5th degree larceny, which is apparently theft of something worth over $250. He’s a heroin addict now, which I guess explains the stealing and the fact that his address was listed as his parents’ house. Reading it, I felt this weird twinge in my stomach – pity? Regret for the person he should have grown up to be? He’s a smart guy, middle class family, parents who love him, all that stuff, and yet still so utterly troubled. It’s such a sad, sad waste. I would love to get in touch with him again, but that’s probably a) stupid and b) very stupid and c) a waste of time and energy. Because, really, what sort of relationship could I have with him now? You can’t be friends with someone who’s so far down that path to destruction, especially not when you have a family to think about. I guess it just makes me feel old and sad and sort of adrift in this universe where shit is just not fair.
I have two posts of music that I’m working on right now, but I need to find a good blog music thingy to put them up with stuff to actually listen to, so I’m sort of sitting on them at the moment. Otherwise, I’ve been feeling sort of blah and not writerly. Yesterday I thought it would be a good idea to let E cut my hair for me, because I hated it long. Today I am hoping that nobody notices until my mom (bless her) takes me to the salon on Saturday to get it fixed. Today I have also alternately been obsessing about cake, crying, and wishing I was still a cutter (hello, age 16, sometimes I really miss you, and not just because you had great boobs!). Not over the hair, but over the fact that sometimes life and relationships and shit are just really, really rough. It sucks, though, that my first response is the “I wish I could throw myself in traffic and just not have to deal with this anymore”, because how immature is that? And yet, that’s what I think, after wishing I could inhale an entire bakery to calm myself. Because, really, what makes you feel better than gorging yourself sick on fat and sugar? Yeah, it doesn’t make sense to me, either. Why would I turn to something that only causes me more grief in order to assuage my grief? My psyche is a weird, weird place.
In other news, lovely Anne – who is smart, funny, and probably looks great even in her Crocs – has put up a little “think about Melanie, who is poor and pitiful” post as an experiment. You know, like how people pray for cancer patients and the cancer disappears? This is the blogosphere version, and all for me! So far, I came across a dime in my pocket, but I think I put it there myself earlier this week, so I don’t think that counts. But I’m still looking out for dropped lottery tickets and getting excited when the phone rings, because it could be Destiny calling! With money for me! Whether or not it pans out, it’s a lovely gesture and I thank Anne heartily for it. Did I mention the smart, funny, pretty? Because she totally is.
Five years ago today, at 1:58 pm on June 7th, weighing 8 lbs. 6 oz. and measuring 20 inches long….. I wanted to end that sentence with something cheesy like “a miracle occurred” or “magic something” or even something about shepherds weeping and wise men and myrrh, but I controlled myself. After some hours of labor, my son entered the world. And, though I can’t find a baby pic on my computer and am too lazy to even imagine scanning one (not to mention the scanner is too high-tech and also not mine and I would get my fingers broken for thinking about touching it), he has continued in the same vein of incredible cuteness and sass that he began with:
Yesterday we saw a wedding at the beach with one of those wedding arches:
And I said to my sister “Oh, look, it’s just like a Sim wedding!”
