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the birth of a cheap bastard

7-17-'^o1: 7:32pm

i think the people over at food pavilion are beginning to think i'm some kind of weirdo or something. out of boredom, and the fact there is very little food in the house, i go to the store three or four times a day. i browse the aisles saying "come on, live a little", trying to convince myself to buy something naughty like a pint of ben & jerry's or something made of chocolate, nougat, and peanuts. what ends up happening is i buy a loaf of wonderbread [ which is on sale for 99 cents! woohoo! ], or a jar of jam, or a two liter bottle of diet pepsi, or four boxes of 49 cent mac & cheese. i can't even persuade myself to buy a copy of ym, the cover of which is graced by the beautiful likes of *nsync this month. i keep thinking "i have that poster at home, taco gave it to me..."

i am becoming a tightwad. good lord.

my past few days have been otherwise uneventful. well. maybe. ruth had another firepit party friday, which i showed up to exactly on time, even a little early, due to my lack of anything else to do. no being fashionably late for me. usually, these parties are one of the two times a year in which i consume a hot dog...but i couldn't bring myself to do it this time. i wasn't feelin' it. i would look at the hot dogs and think "hot damn, those things look disgusting." i made up for it, however, by eating large amounts of chips and drinking two cans of safeway brand pineapple soda. pineapple soda! pure genius.

i spent over half the party, however, plugged into a walkman. i had promised merrick that i'd listen to power 99, one of the local popular music radio stations, in order to find out whether she had won the *nsync vegas trip contest. she said that if she did, she'd take me...a definite plus. unfortunately, she was in cheney that friday, so she couldn't listen. i got a pleading message on my voicemail, and lo and behold...i got stuck listening to the same songs over and over again for three hours. they did, however, play like three songs that i like. two of them were in a row. she didn't win. oh well.

saturday, i joined the dennys crew at 8 freaking 30 in the morning. the joint was unusually full when i got there...even our regular table was filled. they stuck us in the big table opposite the room from our regular corner...and we very soon saw why the place was partying so hard. we were completely surrounded by several mennonite families.

now, don't get me wrong...i didn't have a problem with this. as a matter of fact...i was more afraid for them than anything else. especially since they had their children sitting at tables on either side of us. the kids kept looking at us like we were aliens from another planet...me, with my just-a-shade-shy of orange hair...katrina, with her red-tipped hair...mia, with her tank top and shorts with fishnet stockings. cindy [ who, unfortunately, wasn't working our table ] came over and talked to us for awhile, and one of the mennonite girls laughed at just about everything we said. i think she was quite entertained. i kept praying to God that we weren't damning her to hell. corrupting her just through our presense.

later, my dad insisted that we go to see final fantasy. since i had dragged him to moulin rouge the weekend before, i felt that it was only fair. and it was what i expected...two hours of outstanding computer graphics and not a whole lot more. the people looked real enough...you could see their pores and all...but there was still a robotic creepiness in their eyes. like justin timberlake. i don't think that computers will be replacing real actors anytime soon.

my dad complained of not feeling well later, and i attributed it to our lunch at ivar's before the movie. he went to bed, etc, and much later i went to bed. i got up at noon sunday to find him asleep on the couch. he woke up and told me that he'd spent four hours in the emergency room that morning.

what the hell?

he didn't even wake me up or anything. naturally, i was a bit weirded out by the whole situation. they put like three bags of fluid into him through an iv and made him give them all kinds of samples. i guess he was really dehydrated. i later got him to tell me that he'd gone to the emergency room at 3:30am...i'm just wondering why he didn't bother to at least wake me up and tell me. or wake me up when he got back. he says he tried to call...but i don't have a phone line hooked up in my room so i didn't get it.

he's been sleeping for prettymuch the last three days straight. i hope what he has isn't contagious. so far, i'm feeling peachy. what this meant, though, is that our sunday trip to costco got cancelled. hence the lack of food in the house. i've been living off wonderbread and macaroni for the last three days. not really anything out of the ordinary.

today, i had a colourguard rehersal. in anticipation, i set my alarm for 7am so that i could get up, have a chance to wake up, take a shower, etc. but that happened to be the exact time that the radio station i had the alarm set to, for whatever reason, decided to be off the air. i woke up at 7:30am thinking "my alarm should go off any second now", then looking at the clock and thinking "shit...now i have to just slap on some clothes and run down to the school." which is precicely what i did. john was right about the whole sleeping-teaching connection...it really is easier to teach when you're awake. today's mission was to re-teach the figure 8 marching excersize he taught the one time he decided to show up for rehersal...everyone caught on really quick but i'm afraid that the most part i had in it was clicking the drumsticks. which made me feel damn important, anyway. haha.

i got bored later and decided that since my student canceled her lesson today, that i'd walk to starbucks. changed my mind when i saw one of the neghbours watering the sidewalk. i swear...water shortage? what water shortage? let's water more of the sidewalk than our lawn. riiiiiight. anyway, i went to the store and bought some starbucks coffee and brewed a pot stronger than any of the commercial chains would ever dare. they'd get their asses sued.

lemon pudding rules.

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