I have so much to catch you guys up on. Our home computer is dead. Again. So I’m sitting here in an Internet café, spending money to bring you this update (which is mostly just a dream, anyhow, but I had to get it written down before too much of it escaped me). My mom has said she might help me buy a laptop (meaning, she’ll put it on her credit card, and I’ll just pay her for it), so if that happens, I will never have to depend on the home computer again (plus, I’ll never have to share it with Psychobrat). So that would be rad in an extreme way. I’m going to just catch you up on a bunch of stories all at once.
Because I don’t believe Cort ever has a chance to look at this anymore, I don’t really feel guilty posting about this here before the next time I speak to her. I just need to rant.
Nicole informed me that Cort still doesn’t approve of The Mormon, and really, her reasoning does seem to be that she thinks he’s psychotic just because he likes me. This bothers me. Yes, maybe just about every other guy who’s ever actually been interested in me has been psychotic to a degree, and I understand the concern, but am I just supposed to never date anyone ever? Does my judgment mean nothing? I’ve always been a superb judge of character. Plus, I’ve never actually fallen for any of the psychos who liked me. I kept my distance. I think that should count for something. I don’t see what the big deal is. It just annoys me—and it sort of hurts, too—that I finally have somebody who really is very good to me and makes me happy, and now there’s this. One of my two best friends doesn’t have enough faith in me to choose a decent guy. That’s what I’m getting out of all this. And she expressed approval before; I don’t see why it should have changed.
I just have to talk to her, I guess. *Sigh.*
I thought I would share this quote (my own quote, if you wondered) explaining pretty clearly exactly why I don’t like Doomsday:
“Before I thought I just disliked it because I was single and had no reason to celebrate it. Now I know I detest it because it’s every bit as manufactured and cheesy and pink and red and vomit-inducing as it was when I was single. And how can anything that can honestly be described with a combination of words like ‘manufactured, cheesy, pink, red, vomit’ be appealing?”
Well, I was going to post the above like two weeks ago, but whatever. I believe Katie’s issues with Doomsday are the same as mine: When you’re actually with someone, being told that you have to go out and celebrate love on this one particular day along with the rest of the world is a major turn-off. It adds that much more awkwardness to something that is already awkward enough as it is. And cheap chocolates and tacky hearts just make it worse.
I made The Mormon watch Nanny McPhee with me, and there’s this one part when Colin Firth says something like, “Aren’t my children just delicious?” with a sort of crazed smile, and it was really creepy, creepy enough so that The Mormon and I glanced at each other like, “What the hell?” and The Mormon said, “I can’t envision ever using the word ‘delicious’ to describe another human being in any scenario” and I whispered back, “I don’t know…Colin Firth is kind of delicious.” The expression on his face in response to that was delicious.
We were sitting in his car later (we spend a lot of time sitting in cars, so if you notice multiple stories starting off this way, just go with it) and I had my head resting on his shoulder, and he was just kind of running his hand up and down my arm, and I looked up at him and he was smiling, like he was just glad to be there with me. Well…it was cute. He didn’t know I was looking at him. So then I sat up and smiled at him, and he said, “What are you thinking?” and I said, “I’m just thinking that I’m really happy to be with you.”
Brother and I were watching Freaks and Geeks yesterday, and it was the first episode when the boys are getting ready to fight Alan, and Brother said, “What is this, the nerds against the nerds?” It was very funny the way he said it; then later, Alan leaned into one of their faces (I forget which) and said, “I’m sorry; I don’t speak Geek!” and Brother said, “Are you sure about that?”
A couple weeks ago, Brother, Mom, and I were watching Superman, and Superman tells Lois how he’s fighting for truth, justice, and the American Way, and Mom said, “So, what—Superman is only here for Americans?”
“No, Mom,” I said, “it just means that he believes in the American Way. He’ll still help people from other countries.”
Brother said, “Dude, whatever. Japan can get their own superhero!”
It was just so completely out of nowhere that I laughed very hard.
What else can I tell you about? Oh! On a recent work night, Michelle and I made a voodoo doll of Turtle, and then a bit later we decided to make one of Dennis so he would have company, and we set them both aside in a frying pan we were no longer using, and Turtle came out and said, “Well who’s the second one now?” and we told him, to which he responded, “Great—even when I’m a fucking voodoo doll in a frying pan, I’m still stuck with Dennis!”
In case you’re confused, “voodoo dolls” are things we make in our spare time on slow nights when not many people are coming through our line. Usually we only do this on breakfast-for-dinner nights, because breakfast foods make the most fun fillings for the dolls (rubber gloves that we tie off once they are stuffed). Scrambled eggs, grits…that sort of thing.
Later we had them all guess which ones they were (we made one of Maryann, too) and Dennis looked through them, pointed to his, and said, “Well, I can’t be that one, because I don’t have shit for brains.” (Dennis had hash browns in his, with peppers and tomatoes and stuff.)
Also, Turtle did not know that he was called Turtle until tonight. (And I’ve been calling him this since I met him like a year ago.)
I was about to tell him about our upcoming Friday Movie Night, and I said, “Hey, Turtle!”
There was this horrible pause as Michelle laughed out loud at me, and Turtle whirled around and finally said, “What did you just call me?”
An even longer pause as I tried to think how to answer that. Finally I said, “Oh, you knew we called you Turtle!”
I might mention that Turtle received this nickname because he looks remarkably like the turtle in Master of Disguise.
I’m actually going to make another entry to share more catch-up stories from the last few weeks because this one is getting so long. See you soon!