Return of the Husband and a Trip on the Delray Express

The husband finally came back today.  From what I could make out for myself (disregarding Psychobrat’s and Oz’s comments afterward), he said he had told his wife he didn’t think he needed to talk to Oz, but now that Oz had almost hit his wife, he changed his mind.  It was honestly pretty boring, and I could hardly hear anything.  Oh, well.  It’s not as though I didn’t get any excitement from the whole thing.

My mom and I are taking our trip tomorrow to Delray Beach.  We’re going to see my aunt and uncle; should be fun.

I haven’t been on a train since I was in Europe.  (I miss Europe.)  That’s been, like, almost 10 years now.  I remember that I’ve always liked trains.  And now they remind me of Harry Potter, since I have so few recent memories attached to them.  So in case there was any doubt of my dorkiness, I intend to make the ride very Potter-esque:  I’m wearing my Gryffindor shirt and sweatshirt (if it’s cold on there); I’m taking Quidditch Through the Ages and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; I’ll even have the music on my iPod.  I’m looking forward to it.

I’ll probably spend two and a half hours listening to Les Miserables, since that’s like watching the movie almost, and I’ve got a book, and some sleep to catch up on…I think I can keep myself occupied all day tomorrow.

Earlier today, while sitting here, by the back door, I heard a distinct rustling sound in the backyard, and looked out to discover my George leaping and bounding and pouncing, probably on lizards.  My darling cat; I love him so much.  And that’s the first time I’ve seen him hunting and pouncing in…gosh, a long time.

*hastening with the entry because falling asleep…words…not…making…sense*

Everyone have a lovely weekend, and I’ll see you when I get back!

Spring Break Photos

I showed off my “spring break photos” at work tonight to Dennis (and everyone else around, but it was only supposed to be for Dennis).  These were made up of eight photos:  three from a party I went to where I wore a cute dress, two random selfies with my cardboard Han Solo cutout, and three of “Erik”—one of him by himself, and two with Emmy Rossum.  I didn’t really know what order they were in; just mixed up, so as to blend together more.

I handed them to Dennis.  He’d already seen the pic of Erik by himself, so he knew what he looked like already.  Then he turned to the next pic.

“That’s not you!” he said.  Oh, shit, I thought.

More loudly, he waved it in front of my face, and said, “That’s not you!”

What I saw made me laugh out loud.  It was me—one of the pics from the party, the selfie in the dress.

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Then he turned to the next one.  I still didn’t know what he was looking at.  He said, “Oh, now you’re just cropping heads!”

It was one of the Han pictures.  Dennis has seen my room; he knows Han is in there!  What the heck?

I said, “No, no, no; that’s just the guy who lives in my room!”

Then he turned to the next one—one of the Erik ones.  “That’s not you!  Who is that!?”

Then he started calling other people, and pretty soon, he, Greg, Chrissi, and Tiffany were all gathered around, debating which ones were me and which weren’t.  They were all like, “Turn this way!” and “Okay, let me see you from this angle!” while comparing minute details.

By the time the evening was over, from what I could figure out, they “knew” that the one of my by myself from the party and one of “Erik” and Emmy Rossum were the same person (perhaps my mother, or some 40-year-old).  They “knew” that the two of me with Han were cropped.  And they weren’t quite sure about the other one of Emmy Rossum and Erik or the other two of me at the party…either the 40-year-old, or me dressing up like her…something like that.  Interesting.  Here’s the one that convinced them:

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It was utter confusion.  Tinny and I found it difficult to hold straight faces through all of this.  I’d expected to have to defend the pictures of Emmy Rossum as being me; I hadn’t expected to have to defend the pictures of myself as being me.  Anyway, I figured someone was certain to recognize either Emmy or the very old pictures of Gerry Butler and it would all be over, but…surprise!  For the moment I still have a fake boyfriend.

I feel like Milo’s girlfriend (Mo) is laughing at me, because I love him but she has him.  I have no reason to think this, I guess; I just…I don’t know.  She has to be aware I have some feelings for him.  Doesn’t she? If you were constantly going to see your boyfriend at his house, where someone else who loves him also happened to live, wouldn’t you feel smug, at least?

I have to stop talking about this.  I made a freaking vow!  I wasn’t supposed to complain.  I’m supposed to be mature.  I’m supposed to be, but I’m just…not.  So I was supposed to act like I am.  Can’t I even do that!?  No…I have to leave my house every Friday and hide out in different locations around town, so I don’t have to sit here while he’s in his room with his girlfriend.

Okay, I’m headed to the UCF website to figure out what all I need to send there, and to make a list.

Updated perfume list:

  • Versace Bright Crystal
  • Calvin Klein Euphoria
  • Calvin Klein Reveal – I liked this one a lot.  It was woodsy and warm, with pepper kind of shining through.  It has great lasting power, too!  I still had hints of it at the end of the night.
  • Lancome La Vie Est Belle – Another finalist.  I believe this lasted longer than any other scent I’ve tried so far.  I can’t describe what I like about it, but I can’t get enough of it.
  • Jo Malone London Mimosa & Cardamom
  • Michael Kors Sexy Amber – No, I don’t like this at all.  I thought I did but it smells awful on me!  Medium lasting power.
  • Michael Kors 24K Brilliant Gold
  • Michael Kors Glam Jasmine
  • Michael Kors Sexy Rio De Janeiro – Disgustingly sweet when I first put it on, but I grew fond of it throughout the day.  A gentle scent, good for summer.  Doesn’t last very long, though.  For that reason and because I need to be more selective, it’s coming off the list.
  • Marc Jacobs Decadence
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Eau So Fresh
  • Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet – When I closed my eyes and smelled this one for the first time, I had instant mental images of white tablecloths, crystal chandeliers, a tuxedoed live band, and the word “elegant”.  Unfortunately, this scent does not appear to be available in an EDP and did not last very long.  It lasted longer than either of the Ralph Lauren scents, however.
  • Dior Poison Girl – Awful!  It immediately smelled as though I had drenched myself in vanilla, which, despite enjoying the flavor of, have always detested the scent of for being too sickeningly sweet.  It was fairly long-lasting, too.
  • Dior J’Adore – I thought I liked the smell, but apparently ylang-ylang doesn’t work with my body chemistry somehow.  I had the same issue with Victoria’s Endless Love–I loved the scent, but on me it kind of smells like piss.  I mean, literally, I got hints of something urine-y mixed with something chemical-y.
  • Dior J’Adore Eau Lumiere – This was pretty long-lasting for an EDT, and not unpleasant.  I can’t say there was anything particularly special about it, though.  No oomph.
  • Miss Dior
  • Coach – Ever-so-slightly too sweet for me.  Must be the raspberries.  It wasn’t overbearing, but with the size of the list I’m trying to narrow down, even slightly too sweet is too much.
  • Chanel Chance
  • Chanel Coco Mademoiselle – This one is making the finalists list.  It strikes me as a good spring smell.  I had visions of lying in soft grass, staring at puffy white clouds and feeling a light breeze on my face.  I imagined being at a Renaissance Faire.  It lasted most of the day.  Also, I’d be lying if I said the marketing of smelling like the British Natalie Portman wasn’t working on me somewhat.
  • Chanel Eau Tendre – It was a pleasing smell, but I guess I would just say it was nothing special to me.  Not bad, but I’ve tried other things that stood out to me a lot more.  Long-lasting, though.
  • My Burberry
  • Paco Rabanne Olympea – This is probably the longest-lasting sample I’ve tried so far, and fortunately I liked it.  It had an unusual salty scent and was almost, but not quite, masculine.  Very earthy, which I seem to dig.
  • Paco Rabanne Olympea Intense – Hated it.  Also long-lasting, but it had a disgusting vanilla scent, mixed with pepper.
  • Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold Absolu
  • Modern Muse Le Rouge
  • Vince Camuto Capri – I really liked this one.  It was calming and lasted most of the day.  It described itself as a “cool breeze off the Mediterranean Sea”, and I felt like I could visualize that when I smelled it.
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I thought I would like this one seeing as it was made up of pretty much all things I enjoy, but maybe I just didn’t like the way they went together?  Something about it was too strong and off-putting, and the thought that crossed my mind was that it was just too “adult” for me somehow.  Long-lasting, though.  I won’t be trying it again, for sure.
  • Thierry Mugler Angel – I couldn’t stand it.  It wasn’t that it smelled bad, but it smelled like something sweet I would like to eat, like a cookie.  I don’t want to smell like a cookie.
  • Ralph Lauren Romance – I actually really liked the scent, but it only lasted for about an hour.  Maybe the concentration was just too low?  But whatever the problem was, I can’t choose as a signature scent something that I’m going to have to reapply several times throughout the day.  That’s not simple enough for me.
  • Ralph Lauren Midnight Romance – Not a fan.  It was too sickeningly sweet and also only lasted around an hour (thank goodness).
  • Jimmy Choo Illicit – Another one I liked but that didn’t last long enough for me to give it another shot.
  • Victoria’s Secret Endless Love – I actually adore this scent.  It smells absolutely enchanting right out of the bottle.  But for some reason, it just doesn’t smell good on me.  So I have to give it a pass.
  • Juicy Couture Gold Couture – This barely lasted at all and just really wasn’t my thing.

A Coca-Cola Bear

This morning, I was watching what appeared to be a British reality show on PBS.  It was called Manor House, and was about these people who move into one and then all play the roles of different members of a household from late-19th-century England.  I was getting pretty into it, but then there was some sort of explosion from my dad about conspiracies, Scientologists, Satanists, John Travolta, Clint Eastwood, etc.

I escaped to Milo’s room and just talked to him about random things for about two hours, after which time I had to leave this situation and go to work.

I should mention the Coca-Cola bear.

About a year ago, when Milo was first moving out of Nicole’s house, I was there one day, and somehow spotted a tiny shiny spot in the carpet.  I picked it up and discovered a little Coca-Cola bear charm.  Nobody seemed to recognize it, and I decided that if we couldn’t figure out whose it was, I wanted to make a necklace out of it.

Later we realized it was Milo’s (which made me want it even more), so I gave it to him.

And then a bit later, when he was moving out, and I was helping him pack, I found the bear sitting on the dresser, and slipped it into this big plastic carton.

I thought he had emptied the contents of this carton (and thus lost the bear again) a long time ago, but I still really wanted this little bear, for some reason.

So this morning, I finally mentioned the bear.  I didn’t want to seem obsessive, so I didn’t say, “I know it’s in such-and-such container”…I just said, “If you find it, I want it,” and he said, “It’s probably long gone by now.”

I got home from work today and went out to his room, and he was emptying that plastic container, which has been under his bed all this time.  I immediately said, “OH!  That’s where the bear is!  Did you find it!?  I want it!”

He said, “What bear?”

I said, “The Coca-Cola bear!”

He said, “Oh…no, I haven’t seen it, but you’re welcome to look…good luck,” and just kinda laughed.

I went digging.  And I found it.  I held it up over my head and heard the Hallelujah chorus.

And then he gave me a boxing kangaroo pen, too.  Too cool.

All In One Morning: Psychobrat, Oz, Racism, Family Feuds, and Cops

Oh, boy.  Did I have an exciting morning, full of typical, pure family entertainment.

My family, that is.  That means something catastrophic involving Psychobrat, her boyfriend (Oz), my dad, racism, family feuds, and of course, the cops!

It all started just before Oz arrived.  We were all sitting around here in the living room, I doing homework, everyone else doing whatever (I wasn’t paying much attention to the world outside of homework).  And then the doorbell rang.  It was a woman who apparently lived down the street.

Seeing that the woman was a POC, and that Psychobrat was in the room, I knew this was going to be good.  I immediately turned off my interview, which was playing into my headphones, and acted like I wasn’t paying attention, while taking in the whole thing.

The exchange between my father and the woman at the door was about Oz himself, who pulled up on the street next to our house and just sat there.  Apparently he had taken the circle that our house sits on at much too quickly a pace and had nearly hit her.  The first thing she said was, “Is that your son in the blue truck?”  My dad told her he wasn’t, and she explained the situation, and he said he would talk to Oz, which didn’t seem to quite cut it.  So he asked her what she would like him to do, and she responded with, “I should have gotten my husband to come and talk to you.  This is just unacceptable,” and started walking away.  He stood there and was just calling after her, “What do you want me to do?  He isn’t my son,” as she walked up behind his truck and wrote down his license plate number.  Then she continued walking away and he was just calling, “What do you want me to do?  Ma’am?  What is your name?  Where do you live?” because, as she had explained that she intended to call the cops and file a report, he wanted to know who she was.  She didn’t answer him and just went home.

Obviously, the woman was a complete bitch.  But what ensued as soon as Oz walked in the door and explained his side of the story (that he had taken the curve at 15 MPH and that she had just been sitting there in the middle of the road) was a bitchfest among my dad and Psychobrat about black people as a whole.

I am perfectly aware how unwise it is to argue with either my dad or Psychobrat, so normally I don’t bother.  This morning, I just couldn’t take it.  After about 5 minutes of, “They all do this and I can’t stand how they all do that,” and I won’t go into detail about it…but I snapped.  I just started yelling at them about how it isn’t all of them, that the two of them are just racist, and the definition of “prejudice”, and that they make me sick, and yada yada yada.  My mom tried to stand up for me in there, making it clear that she was on my side, reiterating the definitions of generalization and hatred, and Psychobrat started denying that she had said anything about “all black people”, which was ludicrous, as she’d just been bitching about them a few minutes before.

After I had had my say, I realized what a mistake it was.  Of course, I was the one in the wrong.  There’s nothing indecent about hating a group of people, or of categorizing them all into a group and saying that because statistics say this and because certain ones do that, that they’re all the same.  No; in the opinions of my sister and my dad, I’m the dumbass.  I announced that I wanted nothing more to do with the conversation and went back to my homework, still catching snippets here and there.

At one point, Psychobrat suggested that she and Oz move to Australia, where there were no black people.

My mom interrupted with, “There are Aborigines in Australia [dumbass].” (She didn’t say, “dumbass,” but I know she had to have been thinking it.)

Psychobrat responded to that by informing us all that Aborigines are not black people.  At this point, I blew my cover by snickering quite loudly.

My mom took Psychobrat and Oz out shopping, and I, in the midst of my homework, was bombarded with questions and comments from my dad.  Finally, I just yelled at him, “I already told you I don’t want to have this conversation!  I am in the middle of homework that is going to take me hours and I’m sorry I said anything!  Next time, I won’t!  I’m an idiot for ever bothering to open my mouth around you!”

I love how he responded to this with, “That’s right,” and a triumphant little laugh.

The doorbell rings, and it’s the cops.  My dad goes outside to talk to them for a while, and they file their report, and then he takes my brother shopping.  And it’s just Milo and me home (Milo has emerged from his bedroom, now that he knows the initial storm is over.)  I tell Milo the whole story, and we have a good laugh about it, so I calm down some.

Then the doorbell rings again.  I knew before opening it that it was the woman’s husband.

I didn’t know what to do with the stupid dog, so I picked it up and put it in the kitchen, hoping it would get the idea not to go and attack whoever was on the other side of the door.  It didn’t (stupid Falkor).  So I pushed it out of the way, opened the door a little wider, and stepped outside.

The guy said, “I need to speak to the boy who drives the blue pickup truck.”

I said, “He’s not here right now.”

He said, “Is he your brother?”

“No,” I said.  My dad had explained this to his wife.  He’s no relation to us.  Apparently, they hadn’t believed us.  I chose not to be particularly friendly with this man.

“So where is he now?” he said.

“He’s out with my parents.”

Milo, at this moment, was on the phone in the kitchen.  The guy looked in the window and said, “That’s him, isn’t it?  Doesn’t he drive the blue pickup truck?”

“No,” I said coolly.  “He drives a different car.”

“Well, do you know when he’ll be back?”

“No,” I said.

“Well, you tell him when he gets back that I’ll be coming back to talk to him.”

“Okay.  Have a nice day,” I said.

He walked away without a word.

More on this after the husband comes back.

Updated perfume list:

  • Versace Bright Crystal
  • Calvin Klein Euphoria
  • Calvin Klein Reveal – I liked this one a lot.  It was woodsy and warm, with pepper kind of shining through.  It has great lasting power, too!  I still had hints of it at the end of the night.
  • Lancome La Vie Est Belle – Another finalist.  I believe this lasted longer than any other scent I’ve tried so far.  I can’t describe what I like about it, but I can’t get enough of it.
  • Jo Malone London Mimosa & Cardamom
  • Michael Kors Sexy Amber – No, I don’t like this at all.  I thought I did but it smells awful on me!  Medium lasting power.
  • Michael Kors 24K Brilliant Gold
  • Michael Kors Glam Jasmine
  • Michael Kors Sexy Rio De Janeiro – Disgustingly sweet when I first put it on, but I grew fond of it throughout the day.  A gentle scent, good for summer.  Doesn’t last very long, though.  For that reason and because I need to be more selective, it’s coming off the list.
  • Marc Jacobs Decadence
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream
  • Marc Jacobs Daisy Eau So Fresh
  • Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet – When I closed my eyes and smelled this one for the first time, I had instant mental images of white tablecloths, crystal chandeliers, a tuxedoed live band, and the word “elegant”.  Unfortunately, this scent does not appear to be available in an EDP and did not last very long.  It lasted longer than either of the Ralph Lauren scents, however.
  • Dior Poison Girl – Awful!  It immediately smelled as though I had drenched myself in vanilla, which, despite enjoying the flavor of, have always detested the scent of for being too sickeningly sweet.  It was fairly long-lasting, too.
  • Miss Dior Eau de Toilette
  • Miss Dior Eau de Parfum
  • Chanel Chance
  • Chanel Coco Mademoiselle – This one is making the finalists list.  It strikes me as a good spring smell.  I had visions of lying in soft grass, staring at puffy white clouds and feeling a light breeze on my face.  I imagined being at a Renaissance Faire.  It lasted most of the day.  Also, I’d be lying if I said the marketing of smelling like the British Natalie Portman wasn’t working on me somewhat.
  • Chanel Eau Tendre – It was a pleasing smell, but I guess I would just say it was nothing special to me.  Not bad, but I’ve tried other things that stood out to me a lot more.  Long-lasting, though.
  • My Burberry
  • Paco Rabanne Olympea – This is probably the longest-lasting sample I’ve tried so far, and fortunately I liked it.  It had an unusual salty scent and was almost, but not quite, masculine.  Very earthy, which I seem to dig.
  • Paco Rabanne Olympea Intense – Hated it.  Also long-lasting, but it had a disgusting vanilla scent, mixed with pepper.
  • Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold
  • Elizabeth Arden Untold Absolu
  • Modern Muse Le Rouge
  • Vince Camuto Capri – I really liked this one.  It was calming and lasted most of the day.  It described itself as a “cool breeze off the Mediterranean Sea”, and I felt like I could visualize that when I smelled it.
  • Thierry Mugler Alien – I thought I would like this one seeing as it was made up of pretty much all things I enjoy, but maybe I just didn’t like the way they went together?  Something about it was too strong and off-putting, and the thought that crossed my mind was that it was just too “adult” for me somehow.  Long-lasting, though.  I won’t be trying it again, for sure.
  • Thierry Mugler Angel – I couldn’t stand it.  It wasn’t that it smelled bad, but it smelled like something sweet I would like to eat, like a cookie.  I don’t want to smell like a cookie.
  • Ralph Lauren Romance – I actually really liked the scent, but it only lasted for about an hour.  Maybe the concentration was just too low?  But whatever the problem was, I can’t choose as a signature scent something that I’m going to have to reapply several times throughout the day.  That’s not simple enough for me.
  • Ralph Lauren Midnight Romance – Not a fan.  It was too sickeningly sweet and also only lasted around an hour (thank goodness).
  • Jimmy Choo Illicit – Another one I liked but that didn’t last long enough for me to give it another shot.
  • Victoria’s Secret Endless Love – I actually adore this scent.  It smells absolutely enchanting right out of the bottle.  But for some reason, it just doesn’t smell good on me.  So I have to give it a pass.
  • Juicy Couture Gold Couture – This barely lasted at all and just really wasn’t my thing.

A Byline and an Interview

I was a few minutes late to my Journalism class this morning (they were right in the middle of the quiz, which I did not take).  There was hardly anyone there at all.  Like 10 total, perhaps, including that guy who’s only been to like three classes ever.  But the important thing is, I did make it!

After class, I headed to the library like usual, and noticed that the new school paper was out.  I picked it up, like I always do, to sort of skim headlines, see what stories other people are doing, try to scrounge up some sort of idea for my next one, and perhaps even scan through some of the stories themselves to note writing styles and what makes it into the paper.

I turn to page 4 and see a headline—something about FSCJ students and gay characters in cartoons, and think angrily, “Hey!  That was mine; who stole it!?” and I look at the byline (not that I expected to recognize the name, but that was instinct)….

…And it’s me.  It was my story.  It got published and I didn’t even know it.  Weird, huh?  And cool—because now every nerd at FSCJ who actually reads the school paper will see what I wrote.

I should get extra credit for that or something.

And speaking of stories, I finally had my lunch interview today for the story which was due a week and a half ago (the class that I slept through).  My subject was really cool.  It was so odd to be talking with a teacher like that, like all buddy-buddy!  It almost felt like a date, after the interview itself was over; making polite, though friendly, conversation, jumping from random topic to random topic (Victorian houses, glasses vs. contacts, downtown Jax, ghosts and spirits, to mention a few).

That’s about all that’s new for now.

*Sigh*…spring break is over.

I got Mom to flat-iron my hair today.  And then Milo came home from work early (which I knew immediately meant that he would be going out with Mo).  But when he walked in the door, and I turned to see who was coming in, he stopped and looked—nay, stared at me.  I know he likes my hair straight; he used to always suggest that I get it straightened, and I remember how he liked my senior pics.  He likes my hair this way.  And he stared.  And that…was awesome.

He walked into his room to talk to his girlfriend, came back out to announce that he was going to hang out with her, and stared again.  I, of course, acted like I didn’t notice.  Both times.  (But I kept my head turned at just the perfect angle so that I could see him staring through my peripheral vision.)

And then he came home from being with her and stared again.

Then I told him that I was going to watch the animated Beauty and the Beast, and he said, “Unfortunately, I have homework that I forgot about.”

I said, “Oh,” and went into my room to get it anyways.

A minute later, he came out of his room and said, “Okay, I can watch some.”

And he did, but then Mo called, so he went back into his room for the rest of the movie.

I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.

More Ranting

Get this.  I finally walk in the door after spending five hours at the library; I knew it was safe to come home, because Milo had to work at 5.  I sit down, sign online…and the phone rings.

It’s work.  They want me to come in.

Are they kidding? I ask.

They’re not.

Is it actually Thursday, and my mental calendar has somehow skipped a couple days (which would have explained my no-show interviewee yesterday)?

It’s not.

But I’ve never worked on a Friday before, ever, in my whole history of working there, I explain.

Oddly enough, I’m on the schedule for tonight, they say.

Aren’t they closed tonight? I ask, desperately.

They’re open.

Isn’t there anybody else there? I ask.

Do I need to answer this one?

Because I thought it would look awfully suspicious saying I was busy, after all of my protestations, and because I have a chronic phobia of being fired, I agreed to go in.

Never mind that I’d been woken up inhumanly early for a day off.  Never mind that it’s my freaking spring break, too!  Never mind that I feel very under the weather and moody today.  Never mind that all of my work clothes are in the laundry basket and I have to spray them all with Febreze to make them semi-presentable.  I go to work.

Let me tell you, it was fun—and I mean ‘fun’ in the most sarcastic form of the word.

How’d I get put on the schedule for tonight, anyway?  They knew I was going to be in town; I wasn’t consulted.  I was being discriminated against as an FSCJ student.

On a lighter note, my interviewee did contact me today, and as I’d expected, she’d overslept (she was sick).  So she offered to meet me at my convenience sometime next week (and she’ll buy lunch).  That’s cool, then.