The Jolie-Pitt clan does not, as reported by Entertainment Tonight, have any new additions. I was stoked when I opened my lovely gossip sites and read that Angelina gave birth to their twin girls in France today and they named them Island and Amelie. Now, I hate the movie Amélie (and apparently I'm the only person in the universe who does, this alongside my dismissal of The Beatles as anything but an overblown fad) and thereby couldn't fathom naming my child that, but Island? Pure genius, Jolie-Pitts. Pure. Fucking. Genius.
But, to my dismay, the couple's spokesperson said that they're basically just chillin and that no birthing has taken place.
Le sigh.
Why I feel like Vox-ing about everything the past few days, I don't know. I just had to document the props I'm sending my own way for the sweet chicken and vegetable stir fry with rice I made yesterday that made three meals. Tons of chicken with some nice seasoning, frozen vegetables (I know, I know .. farmer's market season), and some rice. See, I'm not a gourmet chef here, so I'm working on a pretty basic level, but nonetheless, I'm happy with the outcome and nourishment it provided. Hallelujah.
I finally moved my old car from the driveway to the street proving once and for all to the haters that it works. The ol' thing took a few tries and certainly isn't road-ready, but my previous car has more heart than most people I've met*. Anyway, I thought that the $200 the guy at the salvage yard offered me was a big rip off, but at this exact moment I'm finding it generous.
Finally, I'm currently watching The Simpson's Movie - all right, but I'm not going out to buy a copy of my own. Following will be some laundry, which is always a tedious task for me. I feel like some genetic issue causes me to loathe laundry, even though it yields clean clothes. Hopefully, as well, I can continue with the packing or moving or whatever the hell it is I'm attempting to do with my life.
All inna day's work.
*I can't figure out if that's sad or not.
Yup. I did it. Now, it might be the hormones (though I'm really just not that kinda girl who craves), but I have never been an ice cream girl. Don't get me wrong, it's always been like, Sure, ice cream with my cake, and, Oh, uh, it's hot and I'll have a scoop or something. See, no enthusiasm. But. But. I went to the gas station to get the nicotine fix and just decided to pick up a pint of ice cream. (I'm pretty sure it was the nicotine withdrawl talking.) Now, I think I've found a new lover. Presenting:
Share a song you loved way back in the day.
The moving process has begun. While my father had convinced me that I don't have that many things, I am beginning to believe that he's a big fat liar. I had conceded that, yes, a lot of the things in my place are those that the landlords graciously allowed me to borrow when I showed up without furniture - lamps/lighting, a few chairs, a dresser, a fan, and an end-table - and the couch will most certainly not be making this move, despite my sister's protests (she was one of three hauling it up three flights to my balcony to then heave it over the banister back to the second floor, I with my broken elbow). The kitchen appliances sort of "get" me - clearly, they aren't coming, but it just feels like they are. Further, I thought it was just that my things are spread across an entire two-story apartment rather than a dorm room or something similar. However, I just spent the past two hours throwing things out (exfoliating my life) in my library and clearing things from the desk that I will be placing in the tag sale the landlords are having and then threw some decorations and whatnot into another box and, holy hell, this is going to take forever. I'm having to look at my life and see what I can just do without for the next three-ish months, and although I really can just make do with my clothes and my bathroom supplies, I'm just floored at the mere process of it all.
I called my sister to tell her of my tales and she very knowingly told me to just get a moving van. It's difficult for me to cede power like that, though, to admit that I can't just do something myself. Then I really think about it and realize, How in the hell am I planning to get my bed there? In my fucking Grand Am?? Nossir. And what, are my TV stand and coffee table and papasan chair just going to be parts of three completely separate trips? Unfortunately I'm only but a small girl in a town where I honestly don't know anyone who I could comfortably ask to help with these things, and the prospect of doing this alone again (for the seventh time in one calendar year, friends) is so daunting. And, yes, I realize that I should be a professional mover at this point, having moved roughly twenty-five-ish times since I was seventeen (past six years), but trust me it's not just a methodical thing - the things I own continue to change, as well as the locations and number of flights of stairs involved.
Essentially I'm in what I like to call a klusterfuck. Common theme in Stella World. Welcome. Seriously.
Which one book do you wish everyone in your life would read?
Several. And, best question ever, might I add. I would definitely say either Mountains Beyond Mountains by Kidder or Fight Club by Palahniuk. Mountains Beyond Mountains is pretty obvious - the whole giving thing and doing what you do because you love it and because it helps others. The trials involved, blah blah (worst Cliff Notes ever). Fight Club because it speaks to materialism and, I mean, not so much on the anarchy front but the whole subverting the dominant paradigm thing.
There ya go.
Things I Love:
So happy I'm doing the love section first this week .. I think this is very telling.
- The reggaeton beats blaring from my computer's speakers into my dark living room
- Being oddly sought after this weekend for no apparent reason. It was such a bizarre bit, being in a house at a party with friends and then being propositioned like whoa by a beautiful, intelligent, gorgeous-lipped gangsta and seriously having to turn him down because his roommate is a long-term fella in my life (i.e. I've had a very hush-hush, off-on relationship with him for roundabout a year and some change). The other roommate, as well, and a former flame all made attempts. Very odd - I think I've gotten hotter. Or it's summer and people's sexual appetites are virtually insatiable. Regardless, feels good.
- Also, random girl I hooked up with this past weekend who is so not my type at all ever. Much older and a spiritual healer .. equals the things she says are on some next level shit (something about my "earth plane" .. I don't know), equals she has no steady income and floats from apartment to apartment and I don't know if I'm ready for all that. Either way, she was crazy hot, so score some for me and the lezzy action.
- Feeling greatly at peace with the apartment decision and the time frame with the move and, overall, just getting a life together that makes some sense.
- Spending Monday afternoon into the evening at a bbq with friends and, of course, folks I don't really know. Free food and fantastic chats, laughing till I cried and hyperventilated, catching up with acquaintances from undergrad who in all respects were good people, I just had too many things goin to connect as much as maybe I should have. Great weather and whatnot. I've never been a fan of holidays, in particular those that just seemed an excuse for a three-day weekend, but this made me a believer in Memorial Day.
- Random tag sale my landlords are having that can include my things if I want .. might actually make the effort to rid my life of this (broken) couch or some random things I certainly don't need anymore. Can we say perfect timing?
- Wearing skirts and dresses and finally feeling it for spring/summer
- My car got out-of-control gas mileage this weekend and I have no idea why. I got a fleeting desire to call all my friends because it was just that damn exciting, but I didn't wanna jinx it. Now, normally I'm not influenced by the power of "jinx", but the number of miles I got was just downright freaky. Nearly 400 miles on a sixteen-gallon tank in a fifteen-year old Grand Am. If this is what not having a properly functioning muffler was making me miss out on, I woulda gotten that shit fixed months ago.
- The seriously weirdo mood I feel like my iTunes is in considering the music it's spitting at me. Story: for a short period of time I was sort of obsessed with figuring out the algorithm behind the iTunes Shuffle mode. It occurred to me that I was channeling that dude in Pi who pretty much killed himself trying to figure out the pattern to the stock market or whatever, and I sorta stopped cuz I know how I get with math and it's likely that I woulda turned out like him or that guy on A Beautiful Mind. Oh yeah, I'm hella nerdy if you actually know me. (Speaking of, I just remembered that back in the day I memorized pi to like twenty-some digits just for the hell of it, and I can still call it .. so weird.)
- Made tentative Fourth of July weekend plans to go to a cabin in new Hampshire with several friends to basically do the drunk slash bonding thing. Tentatively excited.
Things I loathe:
- The battery on my computer is most certainly dying.
- Impending charges for fixing the car, which is now going to be a necessity due to work location and apartment location - lookin at roughly $300, probably more
- My boss pulled some serious bullshit today even though I called him this weekend (Sunday, to be exact) in a whirl of excitement about finally figuring my life out. Claimed that I couldn't work at the high school near my place because someone else was already going to work there, though as of Friday at about noon that wasn't the case, so I'm thinking that he's pulling some shit. Furthermore, he was a bit skittish about which high school I could work at, and wasn't into giving me specifics. Essentially he was being shady and unresponsive and I'm just pretty sure he wasn't being forthcoming about a few things.
- The moving thing as a whole - I have an outrageous couch (mentioned above) that needs to be disposed of, a bed to move (I want to keep the queen in lieu of buying my friend's full off him which is already in the room I'll be renting .. is that unreasonable??) then probably 2 other car loads that I'll turn into 3. Boo with the smaller car (save for the gas thing above).
- I'm pretty sure I lost my phone. Or left it at work. Or something. Basically I can't find it, but what else is new?
A screen just popped up on my computer that said, "Fix computer problems."
Oh, but if I could.
I have definitely been copping out of honest posts in the past week or two for various reasons. My ADD is pretty much in overdrive, meaning that even right now as I sit here with a concerted effort in mind to just write it out, my mind is three activities and subject matters ahead of my fingers.
Some fabulous and ridiculous things* happened this weekend, but all in all it resulted in a tremendous boost to my overall happiness. The weekend's mission was not necessarily to find an apartment so much as it was to check out the housing market, really get a feel for what was going to be possible and what just wasn't. And, sure, take into consideration that I'm a jumper, so I could foresee me just signing the lease of the first place we looked at, no questions. I'm just that girl - I don't like wasting time and I know what I want (for the most part), plus I'm not that hard to please. (On a side note, that totally seemed like something you would put on an ad for a dating site. I digress.) Long story short, the guy who is going to be my roommate pulled some seriously irresponsible bs regarding an apartment we had semi-decided on getting and I realized that just living with him was going to be an exercise in futility. I love the guy (gay best friend) on that next level, but he's just the epitome of irresponsible (e.g. he owes his roommate for six months of rent at this point .. not a good omen, friends). He's never cleaned the bathroom or the kitchen or anything at his current place, and as far as I can tell, he hasn't yet gotten a rent check in on time (even though all the money is coming from his father who just happens to be loaded). He has no concept of money or how it works, and, to be completely honest, I can't see him faring too well in his new job because he doesn't understand that you can't take days off when you feel like it or you can't go out drinking every night. What I'm getting at is that a few months ago I was in a relationship where I was like two feet away from being a step-mother and it pretty much solidified the fact that I have no desire to play mom. Ever. Especially to a grown-ass man.
Either way, I figured something out. A friend is leaving his hella cheap place for England in August, so I'll basically crash in his living room for a week in June, sublet somewhere for July and the first two weeks of August, then move back into that living room to help him move and to move my boxes up from his basement/ to paint / to decorate .. his (male) roommates will be chill with me actually cleaning and decorating the place for the first time in the two years they have lived there (they have an entire living room they don't utilize because they never felt like putting furniture in it), and I'm certainly willing to throw down some money to make my home feel like an actual home.
Other than that, I've gotten the job thing 90% figured out, met up with some friends who will be living in a similar area to me, and really just kinda got the vibe back about living in the city. I'm basically on countdown mode, and I'm hoping to just spend the next several weeks filling boxes and selling things I don't need and moving things on the weekends. Grad classes start in a little less than a month and so here I am, just waiting for the word go on my transition.
*Note to self: research the suffix -lous
I'm not normally this hateful and negative about humanity as a whole, but it's like .. seriously? You've chosen to give your time and to help people who are struggling to live and then you demand sex from children in return? I honestly feel like this sort of action not only reflects poorly on the United Nations, but on those of us who reside in affluent countries, as a whole. It's the mentality that we're the strong guys, you're the weak guys, so we get to take what we want from you. And, yknow, fuck the fact that it's pedophilia and that all these people want are basic necessities like food and water and blankets .. ugh. So not in the mood to even continue this post. I'm out.
