Some of this is old because I started writing it like two weeks ago and just haven’t felt like posting, so I’ll begin with that before I get to the current stuff….
While sitting here at the computer, I found a little list in my mom’s handwriting entitled, “[Sister]’s Prom”. It has prices on it. Apparently, these are all the amounts of money my parents spent on Psychobrat’s prom and expect to one day get back. I am copying it here for your viewing pleasure.
dress – 252.00
nails – 53.00
hair – 60.00
make up – 44.00
Frederick’s of Hollywood – 64.20
purse – 17.12
trying to keep a spoiled brat happy for life – priceless (Okay, I just threw that bit in there.)
total – $490.00
Now my main question is this: What exactly did she get from Frederick’s of Hollywood that cost her more than everything else but the dress? Perhaps more to the point, what did my parents purchase for her? Be pondering that one; I sure am.
The Mormon and I watched Silent Hill, and every bit of it felt like one of my nightmares. When I told The Mormon this, he said, “Wow…those must be some nightmares.”
I said, “Well, you know how my dreams go. So when they’re bad…they’re bad.”
We were discussing the ending, and I said, “You see? That’s exactly what I thought happened to me that night I took the wrong turn leaving your house.”
I have a few quotes that must be preserved. The first is from the other night [now two weeks ago] at Jacksonville Alehouse, when Dennis was griping that neither Adrianna nor I had worn our glasses, and how much he generally liked putting glasses on: “Maryann’s glasses are a kaleidoscope of truth.”
The following is the answer to the question, “What’s up?”, courtesy of Greg K-C at work:
“A perpendicular asymptotic plane to a parallel tangent plane to one point on the earth. In other words, up to me is different than up to you.”
Being horrible at math, I have only the vaguest notion of what the above words mean.
These are a little older, from when Nicole and I were house-sitting.
First of all, I’d told Nicole that I had taken the house key to work with me one time in case we got locked out, but how I’d forgotten to first unlock the screen door, so it wouldn’t have done us any good anyway.
“That’s classic!” Nicole said.
“I’m a classy kind of gal,” I said.
“That’s a quote,” Nicole said.
And the other was from the night before, when we were trying to find something to go to sleep to, and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was playing. There was some girl who looked vaguely familiar, and Nicole said, “At first I thought that was Sarah Michelle Gellar.”
I replied, “She does resemble her a bit. That girl is like a Monet–if you squint, she’s Sarah Michelle Gellar.”
As it was, at that point, a little after 3 a.m., Nicole and I both found this comment insanely funny.
Now on with the current stuff. I’ve been sick. It started when we all went out to dinner to celebrate with some of our co-workers who were leaving. Normally I’m too much of a germaphobe to eat after anyone, but that night I thought, ‘Eh…what the hell…they’re my friends!’
Well. Adrianna is still getting over mono. And that night we went to the Town Center after dinner, and I collapsed right in the middle of it. We were just walking and then suddenly I felt like I couldn’t stand up anymore and I had to sit down in front of a store window and I thought they were going to have to carry me back to my car.
After eleven days of a sore throat, I finally went to the doctor for a mono diagnosis.
It perfectly explains why, when Nicole and I were house-sitting, I was having chills and was so sore and tired I could hardly move to even take a shower. I will probably experience this lovely sensation many more times over the next month or however long it takes. When my symptoms are finally gone (this usually lasts anywhere between two and six weeks), I could continue to experience bouts of this for months to come. It is also advised that I get no exercise for the next few months, either, because the threat of rupturing my spleen and killing myself continues after the disease becomes dormant. So there goes my whole get-physically-fit plan that I’d been all gung-ho about.
The only two times I remember somebody I know having mono: This girl in fourth grade who missed six weeks of school, and another girl in high school who missed a month.
There goes the last break The Mormon and I were going to have together until next summer.