kelland

I actually got something out of it, dear. I was introduced to a multitude of people. Guys whose girlfriends were leaving them and taking the dog with them... these fellows spilling out their entire life story to a complete stranger, "...fuck her, the motherfuckin' bitch, I'll tell you the fuck what..." Guys who lounge around in other people's houses until four in the afternoon watching MTV and making sexually explicit comments about Jessica Simpson. Guys who go uptown and get drunk and approach you hugging and slapping hands and flailing their bodies about. Guys who nod at you in passing months afterwards and then continue to stare at you like they must know who you are, but they really don't know if they remember correctly. And then there's the guy who really does know you, but no longer recognizes you. The guy that should be expecting you, but acts dazed and confused when you finally arrive.

The light burnt out in the bathroom last night so I had to get ready in the dark this morning. Evidence of this can be found in my mangy-looking hair and chemotherapy patient make-up.

Another dinner at Kelland's: Tonight, it's beef vegetable soup and hot dogs. Because hot dogs are the perfect compliment to the soup, dontcha know?! Grandpa gets up in the middle of dinner to take his medicine, and in the meantime the cats are jumping up on the table using his empty chair. One cat tries to bring the pan of hot dogs down with her as she slips off the table, back to the floor. Grandma makes little sandwiches using a heaping spoonful of mayonnaise, an entire slice of Swiss cheese, and two measly saltine crackers. Dad complains about having to go help this guy clean at 10:00 in the evening. Daughter comments that at least he'll be getting money, and he mutters something contrary under his breath.

By the way, I personally like my hot dogs boiled. Then placed on one piece of wheat bread and rolled up with mass amounts of ketchup and very little if any mustard. Preferably hot dogs of the turkey variety.

I am that girl that people come to when it's not working out with their other, more interesting friends. I am a not a person you ever want to meet.

I had a nice weekend. I went over to Sara's Saturday night and we took a shitload of practice ACT tests in her basement, becoming more and more depressed about our results with each test. Upon exhaustion and utter frustration, we resorted to eating butterscotch chip cookies. Then at 3:30 in the morning we ate leftover calzone and garlic bread. We stayed up until about four and woke up at ten the next morning because Sara's little sister kept coming into the room and speaking at loud volumes as small children often do. At three we went to the high school and baked Christmas cookies with this community service group we are both in. That was fun but I ate way too much unhealthy junk, and I felt sick for the rest of the night.

This morning, I woke up on the sidewalk...

...not really.