Steak 'n Shake on Friday

Argh I wish I were a pirate out at sea instead of a student in Philadelphia. I've been working all morning since I came back from the first half of my American Lit. midterm and then I fell asleep. I just woke up a little while ago and I am starved. I have absolutely no food in the apartment unless you count soy sauce and a few slice of American cheese. I'm going to go out and get something, but I'm not sure what I want to commit to. I have a feeling that it's going to be a very late night and since I have BOMF in the morning I'm almost tempted to get something take a nap for a couple of hours and then eat again and work until it's time to go running. Decisions, decisions.

I'll update this post later.

The lines at Acme were atrocious. They only had the self-serve checkout lines running and I didn't want to wait in line so I walked laps around the store until the lines shortened up. I didn't get much just some stuff to tide me over for the next couple  of days. Im trying to get as much of the perishable food out of the fridge before I go away. I'm almost there. Hopefully the rest of my family won't be expecting anything from me in terms of food when they get in Friday morning.

I still have laundry to do and some homework to finish and now that I've eaten a little I feel much better. I just need to take a shower and clean off the futon and open it up to put all the stuff I need to pack on it. I have to pack light and I'm limiting my clothing to only the barest of necessities. I also want to be packed before I head out to work on Thursday. I have an ugly habit of packing ten seconds before I go anywhere. When I left for college my freshman year I packed my room up three hours before Lance wanted to leave for the city. What a nightmare!

Anyways, sometime on Friday I will finally be able to get to Steak 'n Shake. The greatest fast food chain ever to come out of the Bible Belt. The place makes the world's best milk shakes in just about any flavor and combination. Someone in the car always gets a strawberry banana shake, I prefer something with chocolate, but their banana flavor is simply amazing. Yonni's never heard of the place and most people out of the south haven't unless you've driven through. Yonni doesn't drive to Florida so I'm going to have to tell him about it when I get back from the Keys.

Three days until takeoff, four days until the beach.

Okay last words of the night. I've decided to follow the Andy Botwin sleeping method. Three pillows, one for my head, one between my legs, and one to cuddle with. Makes for some very comfortable sleeping.

"Once a sociopath, always a sociopath."

They always give the best lines to Rebecca.

Two in one night.

It's very late, but I can't sleep. I was up late last night and then slept in so my sleep pattern has gotten off again or it could be the bottle and a half of various wines that I consumed between 5pm and 9pm. Either way I am very much awake right now and I have a small throbbing pain in the middle of my head right behind my nose. I feel exhausted and my body is lethargic, but when I close my eyes sleep does not come. Not even the white noise of Murder, She Wrote can help me.

The restlessness that I'm suffering from had made me think about my bed and the pillow top mattress that I am laying on.  My parents replaced my mattress a few years ago. I was very against getting anything new as I was very attached to the ancient mattress that had been with me since The Red Brick Apartments. My mother did her best to convince me that a new bed would be a good thing for me, but the first new I could barely take it. The mattress was much to soft compared to the old stiff one that my back was used to. I tossed and turned all night. My mother had to rub my back to keep me calm and get me to fall asleep. Now I love my mattress. When I moved to Philadelphia I had to beg my parents to just bring down the one in my room so that I wouldn't have to buy a new one and readjust all over again. Of course whenever I go home to visit my parents I have to pay the price my sleeping on the refugee bed and often I end up spending the week on their couch.

When I have people in my bed I end up letting their preferences dictate where I sleep. With Marg I was always on the left. Of course it was because she only uses the right side when she's awake so the only way I could fit in with her to watch Summer Heights High in the hotel was to stretch out on the left and move closed to the foot of the bed so her husband pillow wouldn't jab me in the back. With The Physicist it always depended on whose bed we were in. If it was his then I most often slept on the right. In my bed I was on the left. I never really got that since in my own bed I most often start out in the right before ending up in the center under the netting. For some reason he always positioned himself on the right by the light letting him dictate whether the lights were on or off. In the summer this came in handy for me. During the summer when the sun comes up early I would wake up earlier than The Physicist and could read in bed while he still slept. I created a nice Nancy and Andy situation with the pillows so that I could move around and be comfortable without disturbing him and read for a few hours in sunny silence.  Yonni is the most polite person you could ever want to sit in your bed. He always seems to be aware of personal space and knows that I prefer the right. Even when he's all alone writing or reading something on my computer, he stays mostly to the left and when I sit down next to him he always makes sure that there is enough room. 

Binge

5:50pm: 1
6:43pm: 2 (and the Rex Goliath is finally finished)

And mind you I'm filling these Sidney sized, half-inch from the brim. Not your restaurant style half a bulb's worth of wine.

I've had a hell of a day. Really a hell of an hour where everything compounded, erupted, and had to quickly be compartmentalized because I was on the phone with my father. My computer charger broke last week and my computer has been dead all weekend, from Thursday night on. I was able to get into the Physics lab last night to know out some work, but I'm still a little behind. I slept on my futon last night because the thunder storm made me uncomfortable and a little scared to be alone in the apartment so I had to sleep with the television on so I could have white noise instead of the thunder and lightning. My back is still a little sore. I called my mother today and she told me that she forged my signature on a check and jacked me out of some serious rent money. When I have to live in a car, you know who to speak to. I called my dad right after and by then it was too late. I had already built up the stress and was struggling to hold it back. My mail held my new computer charger but I was so worked up that I forgot that my computer needed a few minutes to start charging after being dead for so long that I freaked and thought I had to go to the Apple Store (Satan's flagship). Of course my phone started to die and I dropped it while talking to my dad. When I tried to use my ipod to write on Yonni's wall it kept dying and I left a really lame comment. Of course now that the day is over things are starting to figure themselves out, thank you alcohol. I just wish I had some weed to go with this. (THIS SECTION AND ANYTHING PRIOR WAS WRITTEN WHILE I WAS STILL SORT OF SOBER).

7:06pm: 3 (Full glass of Coastal Estates riesling. I wanted to see if I could finish the bottle off in one glass. I drank the rest straight from the bottle)
8:05pm: ran an errand
9:09: 4

Still continuing the pinot....

I need a cheeseburger. I know it's late but since I'm a little incapacitated and it's too far to walk, could someone please bring me a cheeseburger or a couple dozen. I need a cheeseburger so bad, more than I need to get pounded from behind, and I need that badly . Warm meat smothered in cheese and pickles and ketchup and mustard. A little onion mixed in there and sandwiched between two low quality buns, my god! I'm in heaven, or at least my mouth is. 

Sink or swim?

You know you've somehow hit a new low in your life when your mother is sending you some random emails about the dangers of stress eating and weight management. Of course it could be just because we're about to go on vacation and she doesn't want to be embarrassed by how I look in a bathing suit or the fact that I'm living paycheck to paycheck and she's figured that I'm not eat properly. I'm going to say that it's a bit of both, my mother is a complex woman like that.

I've been awake now for a little more than 12 hours. Around 11:00am I was already so exhausted from being practice and getting over being sick that I wanted to kill something. I had to settle with trampling some grass on Claver Lawn. About as satisfying as you would think. Practice was good today, except for the whole ralphing thing, but that didn't hit until near the end so overall not a terribly big deal. Plus Brian was concerned and that's always nice. We actually had a scrimmage and practiced lines and tried to get as close to actual gameplay as possible. The team is going to a tournament in Maryland this weekend and they need to know what they're doing before they go. I can't be with them, I have to serve coffee to Mainliners all weekend. The only lame thing about practice was that Therese brought along some kid who ended up being more of a hindrance than a help. I think she wanted someone to help run drills in case we didn't have most of our coaches this morning.

I think Marg wants to go out tonight. I'll go out with her but I'm getting one ginger ale have a little girl chat and then I'm back to the apartment to write a quick paper. I need to get that and some creative writing done for tomorrow. Slowly I'm falling behind and this weekend is my very last chance to get caught up before it's too late. So either expect very little from me this weekend or a lot because I'll be procrastinating as much as possible. 

Today.

Blogging live from my journalism class. We're previewing the sound and video footage that we had to edit for an assignment and I've seen everything a billion times for the past couple of weeks and now I'm moving on to writing about something completely different. In fact I've just been freed from the class with a bunch of time left to go. Most people are leaving but I'm staying to write a little. It's still early in the day and this could easily be the high light of it, so I figure it's best to get something down now. It's like a writing prompt for later.

Big news! There is a very furry dog in class. It's part of a project for another section and it has been hanging out in the communications lab all morning. Nico the dog has been very calm and extremely fluffy, but there is still one girl who is veyr frightened of him. She's worries that the 8 month old dig with hip displasia is going to jump up and bite her. Silly girl.

Later in the day:
I burnt my wrist. Right on inside where the skin is soft. I've had a terrible time with burns lately, and this one is particularly excruciating. It's very sharp and rough but still has a dull achy undertone that will last a while. I'm out of anything to put on it too. I took an Advil but I'm going to have to tough it out for the rest of the day and I won't be home until later this evening. I almost don't want to have to go to other work and theology and just stay home with my burn, but there's nothing I can do in the apartment so I'm trudging back to school for other work and class. I have had some rather unfortunate luck with burns. A few months ago I had a giant square burn on my arm from when I slammed the oven door on my arm at work and then I got a long lesion looking burn on my stomach from dumping boiling water when I slipped my grip on a pot. I kept showing The Ballerina that one to cheer her up at work. It grosses us out but the fact that someone else's life sucks a little bit more than her's does at the moment made her a little bit happier. Poor Ballerina.

Update: Blister on my wrist ruptured. Painful and n'est bien pas.

I have to clean the kitchen when I get home tonight. I kind of wish I lived in a hole where I didn't have a kitchen and the rent is free. I've found that if I clean a room every other day or so I can keep the apartment relatively clean and by Friday I don't have to do as much as I usually do.

Later later in the day:
Oh Ginger Viking! How boring you are, but what an impeccable dresser. Seriously it bogles my mind how a divinity student can afford to dress like a J. Crew model. Must become a Princeton divinity student immediately. It's probably just the clothes,...and the beard,...and his height, but this guy can do no wrong in the looks and clothing departments. He only wears J. Crew, Banana, and Ralph and he wears them well. I love when guys dress like that. They look so dreamy and handsome.

Homework time! And I'm wearing a t-shirt!

It's dark out now:
Oh I've been struck by the stomach plague. Ugh, very draining and uncomfortable. I need someone to bring me Triscuts and ginger ale and a cool washcloth.

Double fuck! My computer charger broke!
Good news: Physics taught me how to get it to work again.
Bad news: I still have to buy a new one and my tummy still feels icky. 

Wings and weather and Liam Neeson.

Murder, She Wrote on Netflix has become my latest obsession. I used to watch the show with my mom every Sunday when it was on the air and it has alway been a personal favorite of mine. I spent the day watching the second season on my computer instead of clearing the snow off of my car. There wasn't a whole lot of snow, but we still had a delay and I didn't have to go to class. I wanted to sleep in but I couldn't. I haven't been getting good sleep lately, I have a lot of school work to get done before next week's midterms. I hate that I couldn't catch up with sleep, it seems like such a waste of a good Tuesday, especially since Wednesdays are always the beginning of my marathon end of the weeks. Tomorrow I'm hoping I'll actually make it to service. With all of the snow and the key mishaps and my group not having had orientation, I haven't been able to get to any of my service runs down in the city. Hopefully third time's the charm! (Remember don't use exclamation points. They are only reserved for teenaged girl writing. Poor KM)

Tonight I went over to Norristown to meet up with Dre and then we ventured over to Blue Bell to have dinner with Dan. I try to get out there every couple of weeks to see them. I saw CharChar last week so it was time to see the other two. Dre kept making preggo food references at Dan, but it's cool, no preggo eggo yet. I will be excited when Dan does have a child, Little Ball of Laugh needs someone else to play with. I am tons of fun, but he needs someone who is more his height. We went to PJW's for wings and there were a billion teenagers there. It's like a larger version of wing night at the Sunset but without the high school field hockey team trying to eat 200 wings in one sitting so they can get free t-shirts to wear to practice the next day. 

I was watching Chelsea earlier and Emmy Rossum was on. Not a big Emmy fan, but she was plugging her new show on Showtime, Shameless. Showtime airs some of my favorite shows so I'm hoping that it won't disappoint. It also stars William H. Macy and Joan Cusack. Joan's the best ever since her ill fated head gear appearance in Sixteen Candles way back in the 80s. I can't wait to get to time to dig into Shameless. I also say Liam Neeson's Unknown trailer for the hundredth time and I think that that did the trick. I have to see this movie. I just need to find someone to see this movie with. My usual movie going friends don't go to see these types of movies. Quelle dommage!

I'm listening to Atomic Tom and The Toxic Airborne Event. They're the last artists played from a couple of days ago so I've just been listening to them over and over to save on having to make a new play list. I have to make a new one sooner or later, I just download a bunch of new music and I need to get it into my regular playing rotation. The sooner the better too, otherwise I'll forget about it. 

Freezing in the apartment. It's a constant battle with the window and the radiator. The window is usually cracked to keep the heat flowing around the room, but the radiator is inconsistent and it hisses at me when I get to close. So right now I have very cold hands that make it hard to type and is why there're so many errors in my typing tonight.