Sex and Salt Lake City

You Don’t Know Me / Ben Folds

last week sucked.  i got sick, again, albeit this time REALLY sick.  and that was in the middle of moving into my new house.  so i ended up calling in sick two days (which was annoying because i had initially planned to call in sick on Monday to get my moving done) and lying on my couch watching Office reruns.  I know this sounds fun but when you are tired, can’t breathe, SHOULD be unpacking but have no conceivable enegery to do so and watching on a tv smaller than your own head, it is not fun.  not even a tiny bit.  ok, maybe watching jim dressed up as dwight was a little fun.  but THAT WAS IT.

i also had internet issues that went back and forth between being my own fault for procrastinating and qwest’s fault for sending out a technician during the one time block i asked them NOT to come.  fortunately the new roomie was at the house having her bed delivered and was able to take care of it.  otherwise my head might possibly have exploded from not having internet for one more day.  internet, you are my drug, my lover, i don’t know what i did without you.

and it was just one of those weeks where just about every little possible thing went wrong and by itself wouldn’t have been such a big deal if it weren’t preceded by so much other crap.  and whining about it doesn’t do me any good.  i’m just going to concentrate on the good things, like having three boxes left to unpack, one room to paint, and an awesome party this friday to look forward to.

the house will most definitely be photo-worthy by this friday so rest assured that photos will be up by then for all to see.

Sister Suffragette / Mary Poppins

i know that this article is a bit dated, but it certainly still applies.  I love the second to the last paragraph, way to go Huntsman, does your wife know you are sleeping with insurance lobbyists?  and of course kit will love this article, i love you walmart-hater.

Corner of Your Heart / Ingrid Michaelson

This has been a pretty long and drawn out process and I haven’t really wanted to talk about it because I strongly believe that by telling anything to you internet, it will jinx it.  Well, not anything.  Just things that are pending but haven’t become mine.  Like houses, jobs, and boys.

but finally, finally, i have a house.  and everything has twisted and turned itself so many times that you can look at the timeline all you want, it won’t make sense.  all we need to know is that this friday i will no longer be living with my parents.  it has been one very long month… well five weeks to be exact.  but the end is in sight.

now, if only i could pick the exact shade of green i want for my room we’ll be in serious business here.

What Is This Feeling? / Wicked

the other night i got a chance to hang out with Sarah again, although it might be our last.  for starters, as i was wandering down the street admiring myself in the store window, busy walking AND thinking at the same time i was apparently also ignoring Sarah as she called my name to draw my attention.  i would have been more embarrassed if this were not a common occurrence.

i often carry books with me in case i am going to be asked to wait patiently for something.  i’m not very good at waiting patiently.  and it gets me in just this kind of trouble.  there have been several times when people at work will tell me that they saw me on the shuttle bus that morning.  i will ask them why they didn’t say hi to me.  oh, they did.  i was too absorbed with myself and my book that i didn’t notice. awkward.

so we got situated at our table with our drinks and then, as you would know if you read her awesome blog, i somehow started talking about spiders… and dogs dying.  my conversation skills amaze even me.  yes, spiders.  and dogs dying.  i am quite possibly the most awkward conversationalist there has ever been.  don’t even get me started about the incident at kit’s wedding.

i know Sarah said she was headed to the gym, but i think that she was trying to get away from the craziness escaping from my genes.  i understand, i try to do it all the time.

Time Won’t Let Me Go / The Bravery

my mother needed some items from Home Depot the other night and really wanted me to go with her so i obliged.  about halfway through her shopping spree i realized that the forklift we were using to carry the items she was purchasing was getting pretty unstable, and that there might be a problem fitting all of that stuff into the subaru outback we had borrowed from dad.  she kept shushing me, telling me that we would make it fit.

even the lady at the register “reminded” us that you could keep things in the store for 24 hours after purchasing in case we needed to get a truck to haul our purchases home.  mother shook her head and promised that we could manage.

forty-five minutes later, after an older man helped us lift some of the things into the trunk and two store employees “reminded” us that we could keep purchased items at the store until we could come back with a truck, mother somehow (albeit stubbornly) fit every single item into the car.  except us.  she wanted me to drive, since supposedly i can see better at night, so she insisted that she could squeeze into the space between the ladder and the vanity in the back seat (the front seat was occupied by two ceiling fans).

so i drove as carefully as i could with two ceiling fans threatening to throw me into nuetral and mother in the back positioned like some type of contortionist.  the situation itself may not have been so bad if at the moment we started to drive she hadn’t been hit by a very potent gas attack.  and we couldn’t open the windows lest something precariously crammed into the car would fall out.

“someday you will be able to laugh about this!” my mother shouted over the vent turned out full blast.

“i have to laugh, otherwise i’d cry.”

“this is NOT bad enough to bring tears to your eyes.”

“no, i’d cry because i have your genes.”