10 Day Challenge
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rachg82Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday, both here & over at Facebook. I had a good day overall. Went to my sister's despite the risk of catching whatever Death Cold she has (I'm such a nice sister, I kept making fun of her stuffy, runny, nasal-voice all night, ha), and we had some pizza & chocolate cake. She ended up buying my gift right in front of me at the store (Beyonce's most recent CD. I basically just want to get up in the morning and have my putting-on-makeup soundtrack be "I WOKE UP LIKE DIS"), because she hadn't been able to buy it earlier, hee.
I played with Izzie some, with me playing the role of Shredder and fully entertaining myself as much as I was entertaining her. I decided that Shredder HATED babies (Izzie loves babies), and also that he has some occasional daddy issues & bad self-esteem, heh. So she started forcing him to lie in a crib and listen to her sing "rock-a-bye baby", and then I was all, "AND THEN THE BOUGH BREAKS AND THE CRADLE WILL FALL, MUAHAHAHA!" Then she punched him & started singing (to the same tune, mind you) about killing him TO DEATH. Haha.
My dad didn't send me a card, but he did leave me a message. I guess that's something. As a true Oregonian, he couldn't end the message without going on with a voice of astounded wonder about the three feet of snow outside (he lives near Boston now). If that shit happened here, it'd be fucking chaos -- 50% Mad Max, and 50% like that Buffy episode where all the adults turn into teenagers. I can just imagine the follow-up Portlandia episode now, with the mayor outside making snow angels in Pioneer Square & giggling like a child or some shit. Then the goateed bicyclist would ride by on a pair of skis, yelling about "SKIERS RIGHTS!" Someone please get me a job on that writing staff, because I have 33 years of material ready.
Oh, and P.S. Alexandra did text me back and apologized profusely, claiming she'd "never drink again," which I don't believe. You don't just snap your fingers & go from drinking as much & as often as she does to being squeaky-clean sober in a day. She needs help. But it's not my job to push that on her, though I will be there to talk to her about it if she brings it up. I just hope she can respect my boundaries when we spend time together. If she tries to hang out with me and I can tell she's NOT sober, then that would probably be the death knell of the friendship until she shows signs of real recovery. I hope that doesn't happen though, because we've gotten really close.
Anyway though, on to the meme!
The 10 Day Challenge
Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do every day
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
I'm going to try to be creative and list memories I haven't talked about in memes before:
1. My first day at Arts & Communications Magnet High School. I saw a girl wearing a floor-length, velvet, hooded cape--not a single person messing with her--and I thought to myself, "these are my people."
2. The moment I heard my mom flat-line. My sister started freaking out, yelling, "what is that?!", and screaming, "no!", when we told her. It's a terrible memory, but one I'll never get out of my head. I remember looking out the window, down at the street, and imagining myself walking in front of a car. The world was suddenly empty & distorted. Nothing was right.
3. On a lighter note, I used to be my nephew's nanny when he was around one to two years old, and we would take walks most every day, rain or shine (bearing in mind it rarely gets too cold here. In fact it's often warmer when it rains in the winter than when the skies are clear. I think it's the cloud cover). Anyway, point being: I'll never forget the day we walked by the water fountain near his apartment, and how--when he saw that it'd been drained and was filled with leaves--he went, "oh no, it's broken!", then sat down and tilted his baby-head woefully to one side, saying, "Poor wa-wa. That makes me sad, Tia." I wanted to squish the life out of him, it was so cute.
4. My first day at livejournal, way back in 2002.dosidella signed me up for it, because back then I thought it was EXTREMELY CONFUSING, and she logged in as me and wrote about dog-fucking in my first entry. I eventually figured out how to edit it, but yep, for a while that was my first entry. Dog-fucking. Thanks, Jen.
I played with Izzie some, with me playing the role of Shredder and fully entertaining myself as much as I was entertaining her. I decided that Shredder HATED babies (Izzie loves babies), and also that he has some occasional daddy issues & bad self-esteem, heh. So she started forcing him to lie in a crib and listen to her sing "rock-a-bye baby", and then I was all, "AND THEN THE BOUGH BREAKS AND THE CRADLE WILL FALL, MUAHAHAHA!" Then she punched him & started singing (to the same tune, mind you) about killing him TO DEATH. Haha.
My dad didn't send me a card, but he did leave me a message. I guess that's something. As a true Oregonian, he couldn't end the message without going on with a voice of astounded wonder about the three feet of snow outside (he lives near Boston now). If that shit happened here, it'd be fucking chaos -- 50% Mad Max, and 50% like that Buffy episode where all the adults turn into teenagers. I can just imagine the follow-up Portlandia episode now, with the mayor outside making snow angels in Pioneer Square & giggling like a child or some shit. Then the goateed bicyclist would ride by on a pair of skis, yelling about "SKIERS RIGHTS!" Someone please get me a job on that writing staff, because I have 33 years of material ready.
Oh, and P.S. Alexandra did text me back and apologized profusely, claiming she'd "never drink again," which I don't believe. You don't just snap your fingers & go from drinking as much & as often as she does to being squeaky-clean sober in a day. She needs help. But it's not my job to push that on her, though I will be there to talk to her about it if she brings it up. I just hope she can respect my boundaries when we spend time together. If she tries to hang out with me and I can tell she's NOT sober, then that would probably be the death knell of the friendship until she shows signs of real recovery. I hope that doesn't happen though, because we've gotten really close.
Anyway though, on to the meme!
The 10 Day Challenge
Day 2 - Nine things you do every day
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
I'm going to try to be creative and list memories I haven't talked about in memes before:
1. My first day at Arts & Communications Magnet High School. I saw a girl wearing a floor-length, velvet, hooded cape--not a single person messing with her--and I thought to myself, "these are my people."
2. The moment I heard my mom flat-line. My sister started freaking out, yelling, "what is that?!", and screaming, "no!", when we told her. It's a terrible memory, but one I'll never get out of my head. I remember looking out the window, down at the street, and imagining myself walking in front of a car. The world was suddenly empty & distorted. Nothing was right.
3. On a lighter note, I used to be my nephew's nanny when he was around one to two years old, and we would take walks most every day, rain or shine (bearing in mind it rarely gets too cold here. In fact it's often warmer when it rains in the winter than when the skies are clear. I think it's the cloud cover). Anyway, point being: I'll never forget the day we walked by the water fountain near his apartment, and how--when he saw that it'd been drained and was filled with leaves--he went, "oh no, it's broken!", then sat down and tilted his baby-head woefully to one side, saying, "Poor wa-wa. That makes me sad, Tia." I wanted to squish the life out of him, it was so cute.
4. My first day at livejournal, way back in 2002.
dosidella signed me up for it, because back then I thought it was EXTREMELY CONFUSING, and she logged in as me and wrote about dog-fucking in my first entry. I eventually figured out how to edit it, but yep, for a while that was my first entry. Dog-fucking. Thanks, Jen.