I am excited to turn 21, not for the alcohol drinking age or anything, I'm not all that interested in alcohol and it's not that hard to get if you're underage (if you know the right people, I mean, or have super oblivious parents). I'm excited to turn 21 so I can legally gamble. I'm pretty sure on my 21st birthday, I want to fly out to Vegas and play Texas Hold 'Em and Blackjack and Slots and… yeah. My mouth basically foams at the thought of that. I think I'll ask my buddy Nina to come with me, her birthday is one day after mine, and she is equally obsessed with casino stuff. Eek!
Funny text conversation of the day:
"Dad: Can you open up the back door for Sars?
Me: Scariest typo ever. I did."
Cuz I really don't want to willingly let SARS into my house.
I think Wednesdays are my official lazy day of the summer. On Monday and Tuesday I was up, showered, read, and dressed by 2pm or so. It's now 4:45pm and I'm still wearing pajamas and I haven't read my pages yet. But I'm okay with that, I mean, it's my last Wednesday of the summer. I can be a little bit lazy if I want to.
I have a pet peeve. I actually have many pet peeves, but one of the biggies is when people say, "how was your day?" and you look at your day and it's 6:14pm and you're like "wtf, today isn't over, I still have six hours until the day is over, and besides, it's not really over until I go to bed!" Basically when someone says that I get this sinky-heart feeling that the day is over and that it's the end of the day, end of the summer, end of the good times and then I get all panicky. I do not appreciate that phrase. Or when someone asks how your weekend was and it's like 2pm on a Sunday. Seriously? *clings desperately to any time left in life before actual production must be done*
I was thinking about Cap'n Crunch today, and what if I wrote my NaNoWriMo novel about Cap'n Crunch? I mean, think about it, like, so many things you could do with that. Besides eating it by the box during the duration of November, that is.
It was 6:55pm when I answered the door to find her standing there, plain as day, wearing some crumpled old camp tshirt and shorts and she was looking at me. With those green eyes, she was looking at me, and I was looking at her, and before I could ask her why she was there, she opened her mouth and said, "Who answers the door with a bowl of Cap'n Crunch?"
She asked me this and I didn't answer, I just stared at her, I stared at her and I stared at the bowl of cereal balanced in my hand, and I didn't answer because really, who answers the door with a bowl of Cap'n Crunch?
Dumb. I'll write my novel about Kix or something instead.
I don't even know what Cap'n Crunch is but I loved that bit of novel, that opening scene. I automatically want to know more.
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do you know the right people? ;P @ alcohol.
ReplyDeletei kind of love that you're a gambler cardplayer woman thing. i don't even understand or know or can distinguish any of those games, but what i do get is that they're pretty badass, and if you're good you're damn good. so :) to you.
haha, i know you hate that phrase. you've weened me off of it a bit, actually, i'm trying to get better at it because when i think about it it really is annoying. you're totally write, there's still lots of time to do stuff. it's dooming, really, to think that your day is over at two or six. it's like a bomb is ticking and you've gotta rush to disarm it before it goes off.
HAHAHAHAHA. NO. THAT WAS NOT DUMB AT ALL. THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. FUCK KIX. WHAT THE FUCK IS KIX ANYWAYS. FLAVORLESS SHET. WRITE A CAP'N CRUNCH NOVEL. :)
"you're totally write"
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right*.
*sigh*