This weekend minus just about everything that I've really done.

I need to wake up, right now! I went over to a friend's house last night after work and I stayed out way too late. I got home a little after 2am and just crashed the minute I sat down. I even woke up in the same position that I remember falling asleep in. I woke up around 7am because there were squirrels outside my window making their weird noises on the ledge. I forgot about the screen and thought that they could get in so I crawled under the blanket in fear of the squirrels and ended up falling back asleep until a little while ago. I should have just gotten up, because now my body is all messed up. I do not mind hanging out late with my friends. We all have different schedules so its usually only late at night that we can see each other. I think last night I just made the mistake of going out in my pajamas and ended up falling asleep on his couch a couple of times. I really did enjoy Love and Other Drugs though. It was a lot different than I thought it was going to be and I very much enjoyed a naked Jake Gyllenhaal I just should have had some caffein instead of water. Next time we can watch movies at my apartment and you can just sleep on the futon when you get tired and I can just go to bed. 

So now I'm trying decide if I can get away without having to redo the makeup on my face. One of my friends at work said something to me about how I never where makeup and so I've been practicing with some different stuff to see what I like and I've come to two conclusions: I desperately need to get contacts and I need to buy some new makeup. I just need to make a little more money. I have to pick up my check up from my old job tomorrow night and after that I should have rent for the month and I can start putting together my summer shopping fund. Yay! I may get My Hebrew Friend to go to the outlets with me and help me shop. He's not gay or a woman but he has a good eye for fashion and unlike my lady friends he won't try and sabotage me. That's the one thing I hate about women, they always seem to be in competition with each other even when there's no reason to be. I mean if you really want him then take him. There are a billion other guys in the world and I'm in no hurry to find anyone permanent anyways. Besides if I'm really serious about finding someone then I need to start listening to the things I tell other people who are serious about looking for a significant other. I need to find someone who like books, movies, exercise, being outside, sports, boats, will travel to warm and cold places and will let me give our children hardcore Old Testament middle names, which definitely means I need to get out of Philadelphia or hope that Mark Smith has a hot son. 

In May I'm going to Rio (don't ask) and I'll be getting fitted for contacts and hopefully at the rate I'm going I will be in the 130s, so I am pretty jazzed for the summer.

"I love haikus you should too." - TC

We're doing poetry in Creative Writing and I can definitely say that it is not my strongest genre, but I had a lot of fun putting together different types of poetry into small collections. I did a whole set of haikus on accidents that people make like spilling milk and breaking a window with a baseball. My friend has been doing a lot of flash fiction lately and I dabbled with that a little bit to make a collection about working at Borders. My teacher thought that that the whole topic was funny and impressed that I could come up with that much about working at a bookstore. My last piece that I submitted was a long poem with each stanza about a different guy. I've reworked it a little since its original submission. Somethings have been taken out and added in, but it still has a ways to go before it's ready for my final portfolio.

The Boys

I got the letter in the mail.

It was a surprise, something out of the blue.

My friends told me to answer it.

I didn’t want to because of her,

But I did it anyways.

I always loved your frizzy brown curls.

I called them your Jew curls

You said they were from the mystery genes that came from the Dark Continent.

I didn’t work, I was trapped.

I can’t stay on the farm.

He’s playing guitar by the gazebo.

No one interrupts him and a crowd gathers.

I stop to listen, he pulls me over.

Now it’s just him and me.

His long curly blonde hair tickles my cheek.

I bring him back and Merrie questions him.

One thing leads to another and we’re in bed, all three of us.

Laughing, whispering, watching the tiny television.

The phone rings and he answers.

We look on patiently, studying the emotions in his face.

He is gone and we are back to watching Roseanne.

It’s physics he says, no more simple than that.

I’m too distracted by the color of his ginger hair to listen.

The smell of Irish Spring lingers on his pale skin and I forget where I am.

I reach my hand out to brush the closely cut ginger bristles.

We stop.

Nothing is moving, I can’t even breathe.

I turn my head and Matt is there.

I take a step back and then I am gone.

We walk along the grounds, even in the rain.

After games we take hits and munch on left over snacks.

On nights when it is cold we scream at the TV screen,

Our favorite basketball teams running up and down the courts in front of us.

His wavy black hair bounces as he shakes his head and I smooth it away from his eyes.

I take his calls at all hours of the night until one night they stop.

I for a minute and then delete his number.

I tell my mom he’s Jewish, all the way from Israel.

You better not let anything serious happen with him she says,

I imagine the thin line of her mouth on other side of the phone.

We’re watching Hank and talking about writing.

It’s all we do now

My best friend,

My peer review.

No more late nights and sneaky mornings.

His dark beard against my face scratches my skin.

We must have fallen asleep while reading again.

I’ll call you tomorrow.

When I look out my window I see my friend's apartment building.

Soooo....I wasn't going to write and then I was going to write and then I wasn't and then the Captain said to Alfonso, "Alfonso tell me a story so Alfonso began: "It was a dark and stormy night and the Captain said to Alfonso, 'Alfonso tell me a story,' so Alfonso began," you get the point. So I decided just to write. I also have a boatload of energy because I'm eating way too late (I usually like to have my last big meal before 8pm but I got distracted) and I also took some old Robitussin that I found on top of my fridge and I'm not sure it its the AWAKE kind or the kind that makes you drowsy so I'm now trying to wear myself down and channel some of the energy.

Today started out bad and got exponentially worse in a very short time and other than a nice phone chat with Yonni (he passed his Praxis! Virtual high five bro!) and some potentially good news from my school boss, it wasn't until 5pm that things started to turn around. But hey we all have those days, hopefully yours don't include getting a boot on your car or locking your keys and your school books inside the car and then having to haul yourself across town to find keys to get yourself into your apartment and then into your locked car. Mine did! But thanks to Kat, Anna, and John who let me vent extensively to them, and to my advisor who gave me the number to AAA and didn't mind that I spent the entire class talking about registration instead of reading, and to Chris who was totally adorable to me for some reason. Boy you are going to be such a hottie in two years, it's a shame you're only nineteen now. And really once I got back into my apartment and chatted with my dad I really calmed down and didn't care about the day. In fact after I got de-booted, I went to Old Navy and picked up another work shirt (thank you small fat kids) and took a really long walk around Lower Merion. Thank god I walked because with this cold I came home with a giant trail of snot running down my face because I didn't have any tissues and I didn't want to wipe my nose on the sleeve of my good fleece. Gross, but I really like my clothes. My mom really pulled me through the day very unexpectedly when she sent me a text telling me to read the biography for Cathy Lamb on Amazon. Her books look lame and kind of like the stuff Samantha is into, but her bio is great. I swear I'm the East Coast version of this woman  minus twenty years. I've also become the Iron Chef of leftovers. Tonight it was just chicken, spinach, a leftover tomato, and leftover pasta. Totally tasty, but as I now look at the cooked spinach I am reminded of a friend who won't eat spinach because of a bad experience he had with it and the thought is making me vomit a little inside my mouth. Yuck.

OOOOoooo! New song of the day! I know I'm bad, but I swear I better about other things like boys and shoes, but maybe not majors since I did change that. But anyways here it is: The Naked and Famous - Young Blood.

I like Ike: The Canadian Orphan.

What a day or at least what a day to be on it! Or well actually what a day to check what time I have to register: 8am tomorrow morning. Thank God I looked because I was thinking that I was supposed to register sometime next week. I think this is going to be the second time that I will have been able register on time and I actually got an amazing registration time. Only priority is ahead of me so all of my classes are still open. In fact the biggest decision I've had to make is whether or not to take four or five English classes next semester. If I take four I can go after a Religious Studies minor, but if I take five, well then I'm taking five English courses. So I don't really know, but I have to reserve my place in at least four classes tomorrow morning.

Is that what five courses looks like?

I put my mirror on today. Yay! No more extensive head turning for Sidney. For those of you who don't know (my parents) I broke the driver's side mirror off of the side of my car a few weeks ago and have finally been able to put a new one back on. I'm a poor college student who can't afford to send her car to get fixed in a garage so I ordered a cheap mirror off of eBay and put it on myself. Unfortunately what was supposed to have been a ten minute job turned into an hour and a half ordeal that required my Uncle Pete to help me drill out a couple of rusted and stripped screws and take a hack saw to the old mirror. Is was quite the task, but I now know how to take inside panel off of my door, do some basic rewiring and how to replace a side view mirror. Screw college, I should just become an over priced mechanic.

On the ride home from Norristown while I was enjoying my new mirror I heard the new song from A Silent Film Driven By Their Beating Hearts. I am in love with this song. It's even better than their last single You Will Leave a Mark and it's on the radio a lot so I will soon be sick of it, but I am enjoying every minute of it until I am. MGMT is also making a radio comeback. Yay! I've been hearing Kids and Time to Pretend a lot lately and it's giving me freshman year throwbacks when Dan, Matt and I would watch youtube videos and pick the best music video. I always picked Kids and they always let me win! Though I think it that that had more to do with Dan wanting to get in my pants and Matt no wanting Dan to win. Either way. And if you haven't heard Arcade Fire's We Used to Wait you HAVE TO CHECK IT OUT. It is the greatest song of the season, I mean it.

April shower bring May flowers...

Brilliant day. I have never ever been this productive on a Tuesday, ever. I usually come back form class in the morning and just go back to bed for the rest of the day. Today was different. I went to class, watched O Pioneers! (didn't have to watch the clock or listen to Mitch ramble), went home. Usually my day would end there. Today I cleaned up all the laundry that I had left out to dry in my living room, got the baskets put away and disinfected my apartment. It helped with my sickliness because as of now I feel almost completely better. And if it weren't for the slight cough or my inability to climb three flights of stairs without being completely out of breath I would say that I was healed. I also met with my professors about paper rewrites, applied for summer registration and got my pin number. I met with my American Lit. group and got a power drill for tomorrow (I'm hoping it also comes with dinner). I finished a shit ton of homework, I never do homework on Tuesday. The only downside of the day was that I accidentally ripped part of my top lip off with duck tape and Kohl's was all out of chubby little boy dress shirts.

Yeah something like that.

I purposely reserved Tuesday as my nothing day because I figured that with working all weekend I would want a free day, but it's really just been a waste of the day for me. Next semester if I end up with so much free time I'm just going to put in extra hours in the office. I'm also supposed to take a service learning class next year where I have to tutor in the Writing Center so I may use the time for that. I'm also thinking that as much as I hate hate HATE early classes I'm going to go back to 8:30am and 9:00am  classes. I feel like I'm wasting too much time in the morning when I don't start classes until 10am. Last night I fell asleep before 10pm and ended up waking up before the sun came up and I got a lot of stuff done before I fell back to sleep for a few more hours. If I can get my sleep schedule under control next semester I think I will be on to something. 

We've started poetry in Creative Writing and I have to write my set tonight. I'm not workshopping this time so I don't think I'm going to share with My Hebrew Friend. I do want him to go over my Non-Fiction piece that I haven't gotten back yet. That piece wasn't workshopped either, but I really liked working on it so I want someone else's opinions about it besides my professor's. Yonni expect the stories sometime this weekend or early next week. Creative writing isn't the only stuff I have to work on. My Seminar paper needs to be filled out more. Green told me she wants more autobiographical stuff and more anecdotes about my experiences with my mother. Lance may be more featured on the blog, but my mother has become quite the topic in Seminar.  

Happy sunny day.

Today has been the loveliest of all the days so far and I unfortunately missed my opportunity to wear any of my lovely dresses because of my damn cold/throat/ear thing. I went back to the nurses office today and after waiting for an hour I was told that I had a ridiculous amount of fluid in my ear, that my lymph nodes were swollen and there was a chance that I may have mono. I already knew that I had fluid in my ear and that my nodes were swollen, I can feel the pain every time I turn my head. I walked out of there with a packet of Sudafed, a packet of ibuprofen and no mono test. I should have just taken a nap in the sun. I intend to kick whatever I have by Thursday because I'm sick of feeling sick and I'm starting to get frustrated and anxious and it's making me very upset and a little teary.

Sad news: My standby formal date can't go to formal with me so I'm thinking I may not go. I toyed with the idea with asking a couple of other people but one has recently discovered his liking for acid and the other works on Thursday nights plus I don't think hanging around a bunch of drunk college students is really his scene anymore especially since most of them are sorority and fraternity people.

Happy news: Spring is officially here in my mind. I don' care if we end up with a few more days of poor weather, I have already started planning summer clothes and other bits of sunniness. My apartment complex also cleaned out the pool this weekend so now I can see a giant blue shell from my apartment and it's making me excited to lay by the pool in the coming months. This will be even more exciting if Anna decides to move into one of the buildings. If she moves in there will be more Ritas, Llanerch, and Caitlin than last time. So excited for Anna! I've also super cleaned out my room and washed ALL of my linens. I opened the window really wide and now everything feels very clean and breezy and it's greatly improved my mood.

Funny news: So I ran into Kat today in the stairwell between classes. She had a good laugh at my expense and then we talked about what happened after I blacked out on Friday. Apparently I made a bigger hot mess of myself than I realized and also embarrassed My Hebrew Friend in the process. I am so so so sorry Yonni, you should have just let me fall on the floor. And then after we left some people got all confessional. I wish I could have been able to view the whole evening from a distance and see myself and everyone after I went nuts and had to be carried away. Kat thought the whole evening was funny and we've made tentative plans for a more responsible next weekend. 

A little pain, a little pasta, and a whole lot of tea.

I love my new job, but I definitely forgot how messy restaurant work can be, especially when it's high volume. I've been spoiled up at the Hob Knob with just one seating and then leaving by 9pm at the latest. It's more like the GMI, long hours, more tables, a way more eclectic group of staff, but instead of Jamaicans we have have Mexicans. I need to get a couple more white shirts this week, hopefully Kohls restocked their boys department.

I have almost awesome news: Lance says that I can get the Wii when I come home this summer. Samantha will be in Florida for most of the summer so I won't have to fight her for it. I just have to reason with my mom. Mom if you give me the Wii, you'll have more of a reason to come visit PA and stock me with food. So it's a win-win for both of us.

I also have bad news for me: my throat simply will not feel better. I have done everything that I can think of to soothe the icky pain. And it's been a tough week with work and school and the crazy weather (which I think is aggravating it even more). I've dissolved more than my fair share of cough drops, gargled an unhealthy amount of peroxide, drank my body weight in herbal medicinal teas, and neti potted to the point where my sinuses resemble the Jersey Shore more than a human sinus cavity and there has been no relief. I want to rip my throat out and then punch someone it's irritating me that bad. I'm also a little worried that it's doesn't mess up my tonsils or travel up my Eustachian tube to my ear and give me an ear infection. The thought of any of those make me almost want to cry and if it does turn into tonsillitis or an ear infection I will be crying and very very unhappy.

On another note in the life of Sidney: I got extremely schwasted this weekend. I completely intended to get inebriated when I went out on Friday which is why I had a friend give me a ride to the bar, but I didn't intend to let it get as far as it did. I have had to be a responsible grownup lately and I just wanted a night where I didn't have to worry about driving anywhere or having to worry about any of my friends doing something silly. I wanted to have a selfish night, it's just been a while since I've had a selfish night and I ended up pre-gaming the pre-game. I broke the Cardinal Rule of field hockey and I paid the price, but I also have one of the most amazing friends in the entire world who took it upon himself to take me home and take care of me. He didn't have to do any of it, but he took it upon himself to help me out because that's the type of person he is: an incredibly selfless and caring friend. He took me home and got me cleaned up and into bed. He made sure that I was safe and then I think he told me a story about a bunny rabbit (or maybe it was a squirrel). He probably would have even stayed the night if I had really needed him too, he's just that awesome. I need to do something in return for going above and beyond, but I know he won't accept anything. So I'm letting him know: If you every need anything, anything at all in the whole wide world you can call me and I will be like the mailman. I will fight rain, snow, sleet, hail, or death of night to help you out. I love you, man (that last part would have sounded way cooler if I were Jason Segel).  He wrote an incredibly beautiful post about the selflessness of friendship. Good friends hep each other out no matter what. I would do anything for my friends because I love them.