Back when I was a little kid, pizza was absolutely the greatest thing to have for dinner. It was something we only did on special occasions. Usually we went out to get it, since it would cost a little extra to have it delivered. If you could get pizza and a big, frothy glass of root beer, you were set.

Then, I ended up working at Pizza Hut. After that, when I went to Sinclair, pizza was about all I could get for lunch, since that was the only edible thing they had in the cafeteria. Between Sinclair and pizza hut, I was SICK of pizza by the time I was 18.

Pizza seems to have become the staple diet for pretty much everyone I know. It is kinda convenient; you can split the cost, and everybody gets a slice. Plus you don't have to go out to get them; you can just have them delivered. But don't you people ever get tired of them? Don't you ever want noodles, or soup, or salads? Or steaks? I could go for a steak right now. They're expensive, but they're STEAKS!

Someone on Craig's List has posted an ad for a pink Schwinn bicycle. I don't know if this was some kind of prank, or just a type-o, but they put in my cell phone number as the contact number for it.

I have had... oh, probably 10 people try to call me about this thing just today.

Thankfully, cells can be turned off, but sometimes I *need* my cell...

Unfortunately, I can't find the ad.

I'm not ruling out that this could have something to do with a certain family member who's been trying to get a hold of my mom (presumably to milk her for cash). This was originally my mom's phone, and he did try to get a hold of her the other day, so I'm thinking maybe this is his idea of "revenge", since he's the kind of person who'd do something petty like that. Probably best I don't jump to conclusions, though. It's probably just an idiot with a Schwinn.

I FINALLY got around to taking Noodle (yes, his name is now Noodle) to the vet! Apparently, short of a minor heart murmur which they're going to keep an eye on over the next few months, we've got a healthy kitty. I loved the vet. As Rachael put it, he's like Dr. House, only for cats. My mom recommended him; I guess he was the guy who neutered Devo.



He winked for them while they took his picture.

Anyway, he handled it really well, even when they gave him his shots. Also, thanks, Rachael, for giving us a ride!

I'm getting frustrated trying to figure out what to do for a costume this Friday. I've got a ton of accessories for it that'd work really well, just, not the costume itself. Thankfully, it's a really simple thing, so if worse comes to worse I can just buy a bunch of fabric and pin it together.

Jessica Murphy's family always had the best Halloween parties. No contest. They had an obvious advantage: they were situated right next door to a cemetery. I swear to GOD their house was haunted, either by a ghost, or simply by them. Their giant millipede terrarium in the foyer only contributed to the ambience. These people were committed. Or SHOULD have been committed. Whatever. Either way, best Halloween parties ever, hands down.

There's no way my party can even come close to what they had. It isn't just the lack of cemetery, ghosts, or millipedes; things just aren't the way they used to be. It seems like around 2006 there was this big bang where everybody suddenly exploded outwards from each other. I've got my own little posse here now (ha, I said posse. Hooo boy. Why is that funny to me?), and I'm pretty comfortable with them. It's just not the Good Old Days.

The Good Old Days... I never believed in that phrase. I like The Grass Is Always Greener, better. They're both almost the same way of getting across the same point - the glass is half full, or half empty. They were the Good Old Days, or that greener grass on the other side.

The thing is, at the parties they had - and not just theirs, because that would leave out some equally wonderful times I had with Rachael and Emily - we weren't spending them trying to adhere to some magical memory of a better time. We were enjoying them for what they were - a night out with US.

So, this party that I'm starting to get really antsy about this Friday... I'm going to try my very best not to worry about it too much. It'll be what it'll be. It won't be Jessica's. It won't be Emily's. They won't even be here, and if they were both... things wouldn't be good. Things will never be like they were, then.

Now. Now, such a precarious concept...

It's so weird. One of the best memories of the apartment I had with everybody is that time after I found that $150 I thought I lost. I cried that time. Robyn, Wes, and Kenny all came into the apartment making fun of me for being such a bitch about the whole thing, and in a RAGE, I went chasing Kenny down the hall, slapping him, screeching, "I am NOT a BITCH!!" He put up with that for about five seconds, turned around, glared at me, and then, in one swift, deft stroke, sent me flying across the kitchen floor, where I skidded across the tile (I had scrapes on my kneecaps for a WEEK afterwards), and ended up flattening my face on the refrigerator. I was so, so upset about that at the time. But now, when I think about it, it's the most hilarious thing ever.

And that other time, I had everybody over, and Nia started going nuts when she bit into a glowstick... I was panicking so bad, but in retrospect, it was HILARIOUS (although I think part of it's just the fact that "Glowstick" ended up becoming her nickname). I felt so bad about that, since I think my reaction really upset a lot of people, but when I think about it... it was a good time.

I'm overthinking things, but I like to do that, so meh!

I'm thinking it's probably a good idea to start to expand my social circle. It's survival instinct, I think. We're obviously headed for some form of economic apocalypse, so, in preparation for WWIII, safety in numbers seems like the most most logical survival technique or something...

Okay, I think my brain ran out.

OH yeah, that party I'm having! You MUST wear a costume! I keep forgetting to mention that.

I got off work at 10 PM tonight. As I pedelled home on my bike, I started to notice that there was lightning in the distance. It seemed like nothing more than heat lightning, but that's a really scary thing to have around you when you're on a bike and it's too dark to see what the clouds look like.

I drove through the cemetery (yeah, yeah, it's after dark, I know. Only illegal if you get caught!), which didn't bother me, because I love cemeteries, especially after dark. I was slightly bothered by the fact that all the street lights were off down the stretch of road right in front of my apartment, though. It'd make it really easy for some guy to jump out and grab me without me seeing them.

As I rode through this particularly dark stretch, I heard, a block or so away, the unmistakable sound of someone blowing a ram's horn. I saw a large group of people gathered in the parking lot of a nearby building.

Convinced that this was the first trumpet of the apocalypse, I hurried home, and told Mark about what I'd heard. He had no idea what it was, either.

After a bit, it occurred to me: we live right next door to a store that sells Jewish things, and isn't it about time for Rosh Hashanah...?

I'm not Jewish, but I still thought it was pretty cool.

I've started preparing for my party on the 10th (which, if you missed the last entry, I demand you come to under pain of gruesome death involving... I dunno, let's say chainsaws and maybe a guillotine for the lucky ones). I bought a few Halloween-ish things with which to decorate the apartment.

My family never decorated for Halloween, ever (with the exception of some talking, motion-sensing skull my dad bought one year to scare the crap out of my mom). Now that I'm on my own... Dammit, I'm decorating the HELL out of this apartment!

I'm still trying to think of things to make for refreshments. There are a couple of things I'm contemplating....

It won't be anywhere near some of the parties I've been to before, but if I can at least make it its own good thing, that'll be something.

I really want this to at least be something people remember. I'm getting really excited about it.

PARTY

THE APARTMENT

OCT 10TH

BRING FOOD

BRING PEOPLE

BE THERE OR I KILL YOU.

There's probably going to be, like, cake or something.

In other news, my chicken alfredo didn't set off the smoke alarm this time!

Dear thewoylven ,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your sister. I think I realized it that night at the mental hospital, and I saw you ignore my avocado plant. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I'm returning your contact book to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities about your cocaine abuse.

Warm regards,
ReKay.

( The meme... )

Our cats have absolutely been refusing to let us sleep at night. They find every crunchy, crisp object in the bedroom and relentlessly step on it until one of us either removes the object or shuts them out for a while.... which usually lasts until one of us has to use the bathroom, when they zip back in at the first opportunity and hide under the bed until we have just enough time to go back to sleep.

The little one (who we STILL haven't decided on an official name for) is the worst. He likes to crawl around on the bed, purring loudly, and curl up under our armpits and on top of our faces, so we either can't breathe, or can't roll over for fear of squishing him. He's in the bed right now, probably snuggled up next to Mark, who I think I can hear snoring.

I seriously can't sleep right now. I'm too hyper. I blame the thai tea I just made today (TONS of thai tea, here, if anybody wants any). I want to do something. Dunno what. I pencilled a comic page today. I need to buy more microns.

Yep, that's definitely Mark snoring.

He and I have gotten, I think, to the point where we're starting to annoy each other to death, and we're handling it rather well. We drive each other up the wall, and we love each other for it. I think that's the way it's supposed to be. I'm always going to call it a "TV Box" instead of a "remote," just because it gets to him. He's so adorable when he's frustrated!

I had a dream about Maerie the other night. I haven't been able to stop stalking thinking about her ever since. I'm kind of worried, but I'm sure if anything bad would've happened to her, I would've heard about it... I hope, anyway... Rarg. I dunno. Overthinking, overstressing....

Time for bed!