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Every Wednesday our group of friends gather to spend the evening bullshitting and playing board games.

Jonathan decided to stay home. These sessions last a little too late for his liking, and result in him spending the next day at work exhausted.

Later in the evening Jonathan receives a message from Skip. He is going to stop by our place, to drop off a package.

He isn't staying that long at game night.

Now, Skip is a man who will be late to his own funeral. Hell, he was almost late for his own wedding. If you want him to show up at an event that takes place at 8pm, tell him it starts at 4pm.

Jonathan is not new to this information.

So Jonathan waits. And he waits. And he waits.

I eventually go to bed.

Around midnight I waken to the rustling of the sheets as Jonathan climbs into bed.

"Did Skip stop by? I didn't even hear him."

A pause.

"No, he sent me a message he wasn't feel too well so he is heading home instead."


This morning, Jonathan slept through his alarm clock. Both alarms.

He ended up being late for work.

I asked him if this was irony. Neither of us know, neither of us have known since 1996 when Ms. Morissette sang to us about the subject.

But Jonathan does know if he had just gone to game night, he would still be exhausted. But he would be at work on time today and have the package Skip was going to deliver.

Lessons learned.
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Skip and Jaime's wedding is in 22 weeks. As a bride trooper I have been given free reign for what my outfit will be. I was going to wear a Utilikilt, but I am too fat to wear one. They don't come in my size. So, the plan has changed. Unless I magically lose 15 inches off my waist in the next 22 weeks.

Opinions appreciated.

I'm leaning toward one of the following:

The Probably Most Appropriate for a Wedding Section:



Betsey Johnson Evening Sequins dress
(Honestly, I want this dress even if not for the wedding.)



Betsey Johnson Burnout Stripe Organza dress
(Ditto. I love this dress too.)


The Cheongsam Section
I love Cheonsam, Qi Pao, "That Chinese Type of Dress", whatever you want to call it. As much as I think I look like a bloke in a dress, I still fantasize of having a vast collection of Cheongsam that I wear on a regular basis.



Aberrance Dragon Burnout cheongsam




Lake Blue cheongsam




Traditional Dragonfly cheongsam
(The longer I look at this dress, the more matronly it looks to me.)




Xi Shang Mei Shao cheongsam
(While I do like this one, it is meant mostly as a joke. Jaime told me their wedding colours are earth tones. As in, if it exists on earth, it's an earth tone. I went for a choice that looks to have just about every colour on it.)

The Geek Section that only this bride and groom would appreciate:



The Joker Suit. Really. (But not the makeup or hairstyle. Part of me really wants to do this and photograph the bride's reaction when she realizes what I am wearing. The dark colours would be appropriate for a fall wedding.)




Pinstripe suit
(I'd like to think somewhere, Dr. Billings is looking down on this with a smile of approval. Man wore a fierce suit.)



Black Velvet Suit
(What? I look really good in velvet. I swear in a past life I was a gay man of leisure.)

----OR-----

The suck it up section



Suck it up and work my ass off for the next 22 weeks to lose 15 inches off my waist so I can wear a utilikilt.**



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**Utilikilts are not a requirement, but from what I can tell, most of the wedding party, bride the exception, will be in kilts.
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Yesterday I saw "Sweeny Todd" at the cheapie theatre with Jonathan, Cliff, and Kenny. The movie, while enjoyable at a discounted rate of $1.25 a ticket, can best be summed up by this quote:


It's a Hot Topic rendition of the 19th century.
-Cliff


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After the movie, we went to Cici's pizza. Now, I was already feeling a mild, annoying headache coming on. But I drank a litre of water once we arrive there and felt better.

Until I got on the subject of teachers. At the beginning of this conversation, I felt recovered from my headache.

But then I thought about my two friends who have the spirit and determination to not only get a degree in education but go forth and walk the walk.

I became irate.

They will make so little and then take a good chunk of what they are making and spend it on supplies for their classroom.

Not to mention the hours they will spend before the work day, after the work day, on weekends and holidays.

Just to make certain they are prepared to mold the future of the United States.

And then I think about celebrities, famous for what? Being famous? And they make so much money per month, more than they know what to do with. So they go buy silly materialistic things and go on grand vacations and complain about how hard it is to be famous.

And then my head hurt so badly, I wanted to throw up.


I had given myself a migraine. It raged on for the next six hours. (A short one, I feel lucky. I've had some that lasted over three weeks before.)

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But seriously, on the topic of teachers.

I'm jealous, I don't have that kind of passion. I want that kind of passion.

And it doesn't even have to be specifically teaching.

I'm tired of taking positions for money and not for contribution. I want to have passion for what I do. I want a job that is useful, that honestly contributes. I want to die knowing that I helped,and didn't spend my time on this earth feeding my insecure ego.



(The obvious answer seems to be, "Christin, look into teaching.". I have been told by quite a few I should consider this avenue.

There is a downside.

I don't like children. And it shows.

I'm ornery, sarcastic, critical, and cynical. I'm pretty much Red Foreman from the television series "That 70's Show". Only I am able to filter what comes out of my mouth.)
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The Muppets Take Manhattan- Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye, going away
Seems like goodbye's such a hard thing to say
Touching a hand, wondering why
It's time for saying goodbye

Saying goodbye, why is it sad?
Makes us remember the good times we've had
Much more to say, foolish to try
It's time for saying goodbye

Dont want to leave, but we both know
Sometimes it's better to go
Somehow I know we'll meet again
Not sure quite where, and I dont know just when
You're in my heart, so until then

Wanna smile, wanna cry
Saying goodbye

La la la la la la la la
It's time for saying goodbye
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Deric, to the reader's left, and Skip,to the reader's right. Okay, why don't I have a picture of Beki and Deric together?



Beki, at her wedding.


What: Beki and Deric's Going Away Dinner
Where: Shenanigan's Irish Pub (I swear, we don't own stock in the joint.)
When: July 6, 2007 at 7p.m.
Why: Because Beki and Deric are leaving tallytown.


Be there or eat lunch with Beki and Deric on Friday 7/13/2007 at Kitcho, or do both. But don't try to do anything with them on 7/14/2007 because they will be gone, and we will be sad pandas.

EDIT: Dinner will be FRIDAY JULY 6,2007!

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