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July 30, 2002 on 12:20 am | In Blogger |

Today I woke up because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing—STUPID PAUL TRYING TO GET A HOLD OF JIMMY WITHOUT LEAVING A FREAKING MESSAGE! Then the doorbell rang, then the phone rang again, then after the doorbell rang, it rang AGAIN and Joey’s little friends were in our house, but I didn’t realize it. Finally I went outside and greeted about seven adolescent boys in my pajamas and holding Teddy. Later Joey told me that the first doorbell was some Jehova’s Witnesses or something trying to tell him about the end of the world, and then the phone rang right in the middle of it, and it was a phone solicitor trying to sell Joey something…he was like ARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH I DON’T WANT ANY. Then he went back to bed, two minutes later, his alarm went off. Yeh, that’s a Monday for us. Particularly a registration day at CDO. Joey told me they still have to do the bookstore step, too. You know, just once I’d like to see the beaurocrats at CDO have to go through the hundreds of lines we have to go through.

Let’s see…I read a bit, then took Rob and Joey to see Goldmember, which had a few funny lines (I thought I’d die in the opening sequence), but also had its fair share of dirty jokes that got old rather fast. I was also disappointed in Seth Green’s role in the picture. After the movie we went over to Barnes and Noble, where I got a tall Italian soda (”surprise me” for the flavor—bubble gum), and Joey and I split a Snickers pie. Mmmmm sugar.

I got a letter in the mail from Jillian, which rocks on. I’ll work on replying tonight.

Then I had a marathon with Paul and Jimmy—I dropped Paul off at his house, where Paul invited Jimmy to spend the night, so I offered to take Jimmy back to our house so he could get some overnight stuff, then we went back to Paul’s house with overnight stuff, and I came back home empty-handed.

Then Jessie, Tasha and I went over to Linens and Things for their dorm-shopping (they’re going to be roomates at NAU, in case I forgot to tell you), and they got a few stuff—matching, celestial-themed bedsheets, some celestial pillows (their dorm is going to be celestial-themed with glow in the dark stars and stuff, in case I forgot to tell you), and a celestial comforter for Jessie.

Then we went to a small store called “Velvette,” which is a small, new store that sells Renaissance-themed attire. There we met the owner of the store, a youngish, pretty woman who looked only a little older than us three. When we walked in, the bells chimed there was a new costumer, and she was sitting at the sewing machine in the back, working on a velvet tank top. When she saw us, she sighed, put down her work, and came over to the counter. There she and Tasha engaged in a conversation, about this, that, the other thing. She was telling us she was tired—she was at the store since seven in the morning, and when we were there, it was close to nine-thirty. Then, as though making a decision, she started closing the store while Jessie and Tasha tried on a few, last-minute things. I could almost feel this girl’s weariness, how she felt so overworked, trying to make time with raising her son, running a business, and then sewing all the clothes for the store as well. Why do Americans choose to work so hard, with no vacations to compensate? We’re all so fat because we work too hard; we turn to food for energy rather than sleep and relaxation. This girl at the store, you know, she’s young, gorgeous, but oh so tired from balancing her schedule. Her eyes were drooping, her shoulders seemed to carry a large burdon, and her face had no expression, because that would require work. I could see that she felt divided between two passions—her work with the Renaissance dresses, and her son. She told me that I looked like I would make a great mother, one who would love children, but I frankly wasn’t thinking of that.

While we were talking, a man and his daughter walked in the store. “We’re closed,” the owner said.

“No, you’re plainly not,” the man argued, his hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “You have two customers trying on clothes that I saw in the window.” He looked meanly at Jessie and Tasha.

“I was just about to kick them out,” she said, gathering her purse and turning off some lights.

“I don’t see the justice in that,” he said, still clutching his daughter’s shoulder.

“We’re open 72 hours a week, and I’ll be there the entire time. You can come back tomorrow any time between 9a-9p, and I’ll be glad to help you then. But right now, we’re closed.”

Muttering to his daughter about the injustice of the world in general, the man and the daughter walked out.

“Jessie, Tasha, let’s go,” I said. “I think it’s time you went home,” I said to the owner.

“Oh, no, I don’t mind you guys,” she said, sounding almost happy that there were customers close to her age in the store. “It’s just those two. People send their children in to try on all the dresses in the store, and then pick them up after a few hours, expecting us to babysit them or something. We’re starting a new policy that if you’re under 13, you have to have a parent with you to try on clothes.” She sounded frustrated.

After that, we said good-bye, and watched the girl lock the store as we all walked out. Later, I saw the man and his daughter. He was looking daggers at us—okay, I’m sorry if she was up since seven! Not all schedules conflict; look at Tasha’s dad, who had jet lag from coming home from Scotland on business—and I looked back~

Then we headed over to Barnes and Noble where I got a tall Italian soda (”surprise me” for the flavor—orange sherbet) and split a piece of chocolate cake with Jessie (deja vu—the experience in which you feel you are repeating an event which already occured).

Then I took a bath while reading The Amber Spyglass, went on the HP boards where a discussion is going on about His Dark Materials, and read a spoiler that had NO warning on it whatsoever. So, now I know the ending to His Dark Materials, which really pisses me off. I wouldn’t feel so pissed about getting spoiled, except the person just talked about the ending so casually, as though assuming we all already read the ending, and I already said in the message board that I was only halfway through the third book, and at one point in my discussion I DID warn people about a spoiler in the third book for those who had only read the first two. Errk, people.