hey-ooo.
So, it is MARCH right now of senior year. I don’t know… that just occurred to me, how not very much time is left of this year. And first of all, I’m a little disappointed because I have been given the impression that senior year is supposed to be like, sweet. But thus far it has sucked. And second of all I’m feeling a sort of carpe diem attitude about the remainder of the year. Because who the fuck cares anymore, right? Only three months left in this place, may as well actually have fun.
Speaking of NOT having fun, there is this ongoing THING in my life, currently, which has permanently taken up residence in the “WTF?” region of my brain. I am honestly bewildered by it, and am also pretty sick of it. But I care about it too kind of so I wish it would work out. However, at this point it’s looking like I’m the only ONE who cares about it, so I think I may just have to stop caring even though I don’t want to. You know what I’m talking about? Of course you do. So. Frustrating.
In other news, new episodes of Gossip Girl air tomorrow night thank GOD. I have something to look forward to.
Today is the day three years ago that my grandmom died. I remember it SO DISTINCTLY, I like can’t even believe it has already been three years. We had a mass today at my granddad’s house with the whole family there, which was pretty unbearable because like…my whole extended family in one house IS just unbearable, regardless of the solemnity of the occasion. But it was a nice thing. It’s pretty impressive to look around at my eighteen aunts and uncles and forty-something cousins, and to think of the matriarch of this gigantic group of people and how like, wherever she is now, she still has so many pieces of her left on earth. It’s kind of sweet.
I also visited my other grandmom today, because I sometimes go read to her on Sundays. And I have decided that aging is a total bitch. Seriously. If I could just check out of here at around age 74, I am totally cool with that. Because completely losing control of your existence seems…not that enjoyable to me. I mean, Grandmom Ayres is making the best of it obviously, and her condition is still pretty dece for being 95, but like. Getting old just seems like it sucks, it really does.
AN EXAMPLE of how getting old sucks, is that today I filed my TAXES. How depressing is that??? But I actually get a sweet refund so it isn’t so bad I suppose.
Alright well this entry was pretty terrible, and full of some extremely random and pointless things. But whaaat can you do. It is now time to go to bed because I feel like I’m going to die.
buenas noches.
PS: I went to check on the word “aging” to make sure I spelled it right, because it was looking a little funky, and it TURNS OUT that it is correct to spell it either “aging” OR “ageing”. Weird. The English Language is a marvelous thing, my friends.
ALRIGHT so it’s been a whiiile…I just really haven’t felt compelled to write on here lately. But RELAX, because here I am nerding it out at 11:00pm on a non-school night, coming up with a craft for Head Start/watching She’s the Man/writing on here.
…I know, I KNOW. You wish you were me.
This craft-coming-up-with endeavor is sort of an uphill climb, though, because like. Unless there’s some major holiday on the horizon, crafts really don’t just make themselves YOU KNOW? You know. So right now I’m stuck between making a paper kite, and a pipecleaner leprechaun, which is clearly a tough decision because like….how DO you choose between two equally genius ideas?? I am at a loss.
In other news, the musical is OVER, and has been for like a week or whatever. And even though it went very well and I enjoyed it, I have just been in such a better MOOD since it’s ended. Seriously all this past week I just felt relieved and chill and at ease, so the play was clearly stressing me out more than I realized.
OH MY GOD ok, buckle up because I have the SADDEST STORY OF ALL TIME to share with you. Hopefully I can finish writing it before I just like, lose complete control and shlump on my keyboard and bawl, because it’s just that bad.
Ahem, so. My family is not really like, a technologically advanced group, and we don’t have cable. (I know…I could just stop here, and it would be a sad story). Well we also don’t have Netflix, but we DO have Blockbuster Online, but like who cares, the POINT IS that I make frequent trips to the good old Blockbuster up the street on Ridge Pk. Like, EXTREMELY frequent trips. And I have sort of come to think of that place as a home away from home, and I have bonded with all the employees there and they adore me. Particularly this one employee who is completely bald, but not like old man bald, just bald, and he is MY FAVORITE BLOCKBUSTER GUY OF ALL TIME. And we have a deep and indestructible connection based upon our totally compatible movie tastes, and all of our random, priceless conversations. And he is just the best. And when I was DYING to rent Charlie Bartlett, but they didn’t have it, he helped me find another movie, and then he HELD Charlie Bartlett for me as soon as it came in even though I didn’t ask him to. And when the battery died in my dad’s car because I spent so long looking for a movie, and I had a nervous breakdown because I was pretty certain that my dad would destroy me for killing his car’s battery, Baldie came outside—-completely neglecting his behind the counter duties!!—-and helped me locate the jumper cables in the trunk and jump start the car! And every time I forget my Blockbuster card and/or photo ID, he always lets me slide. And he is just the MAN, and he has this lovable round face, and I feel like we’re married, practically.
So TONIGHT, since it isn’t a school night, I headed up to Blockbuster OBVIOUSLY to rent a movie. But when I got there, the door was locked, and I realized that on Mondays they close at 10 so I was fifteen minutes late or whatever. So I had a good cry, and then started to head back to the car, but of COURSE Baldie (I don’t know why I don’t know his name…it’s fucking disgraceful) popped his head out of the door at the last minute and said hello to me, because no locked door is going to get in the way of a friendship like ours. So I chatted with him, and expressed my distress at the fact that they were closed, and complained about how I was going to have to chill around and watch She’s the Man instead. (Which is really nothing to complain about, because I love this movie so much) Well, when I said that, Baldie replied, “hmmm, you’re going to have to get used to this feeling, because we filed for bankruptcy and are closing before too long. Netflix and shit really did us in.”
Well, my friends. I basically felt like someone had STABBED ME IN THE HEART MULTIPLE TIMES WITH A RAZOR SHARP BLADE. Oh my GOD! What the fuck am I supposed to DO??? My life and entertainment depend like 90% on the existence of that Blockbuster store, and plus how the HELL am I supposed to figure out Baldie’s actual name, let alone marry him so that he can take care of me for all of my days, if they just shut down and I never see him again?!?!?!
:SOB:
worst. news. ever.
Anyway I should probably go, even though I feel like I had some actual legit news to share with you, especially since it’s been so long. But I just got so caught up in that story!! And now I am a total emotional basketcase from telling it, because I’ve realized what an empty black hole my life is going to become thanks to Netflix. And also I need to devote my full attention to She’s the Man right now, because Duke just like came out of the bushes in his tux and I love this part. Siiiiggghh. But I’ll try to write again before like, October or whatever, so don’t fret about that.
P.S. If you are some kind of stalker fact-checker, and you happen to go to the Blockbuster on Ridge, there are two bald guys, and mine is the one who is not the skinny one with glasses.
P.P.S. I am considering chaining myself to the store? Leave your contact info if you’re in.
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HEY. It’s been forevz. I’m sorry for any withdrawal/depressive pining I have caused.
Life has been CONSUMED by the play, which for better or worse is now 11 days away. I’m sort of excited, but mostly terrified. CATH is coming for the weekend of Sween which is exciting. She’ll be here next Friday and I think I’m bringing her to SCHOOL! Is this a good idea? Discuss. Originally I thought it might be seen as a little strange if I just bring some random girl to tag along with me at school, but then I thought about it and decided that (a) Cathe is the shit and isn’t that random, (b) I’m a senior and I don’t care how things seem anymore, (c) who would care anyway? (d) I can’t leave my bffaeae to chill with the homeschoolers while I’m at school all day. So I think I’ll bring her. But what is the protocol with bringing someone to school? Do I have to make up some kind of story about her potentially transferring and wanting to shadow me, or her being some kind of school researcher or something, or can she just come? I should investigate I guess.
Senior Banq was on Thursday. On a scale from 1 to fun, it was above a one.
In other news, I had the ACHIEVMENT OF MY LIFE LAST NIGHT:
I got 100% playing Bang Camaro’s Pleasure(Pleasure) on the guitar on Medium on Rock Band!!!!!!!!!!! (yeah…Valentine’s day was clearly a romantic milestone for me) But like, 100%?!?!?!?! A 503 note streak?!?!?!?! Am I awesome or am I AWESOME?! But where to go from here?? Because I have TRIED upgrading to Hard, and it’s fucking impossible. That orange button is just out of the question for me unless I grow some kind of a sixth finger. So I’m not really sure how my Rock Band career is going to proceed from this point, but I’ll keep you posted.
Other than rocking my own world, V-Day was pretty grueling with a 9-5 play practice, and then babysitting for the Irish nabes. Normally I love babysitting for the Irish neighbors because they pay me more than Panera does all month in like one night, and the kids are generally fun to look after, and occasionally Uncle Martin is hanging around. But the mom just had another baby, who is like two weeks old and who I figured she would BRING with her to dinner while I babysat, but instead she left the NEWBORN INFANT BREAKABLE TINY CHILD with me. So I was on intense BabyWatch all night and didn’t really have any fun, although the monetary compensation was obviously worth it. It was so sweet though, to take care of that tiny little child. I got to hold her and feed her her bottle and stuff it was adooooorable. :]
Tomorrow is some kind of accepted students open house at West Chester. I’m like concerned, sort of, that I’ll go and realize that I don’t actually want to go there. But it could be cool I guess.
Anyway, I know that after a dry spell like that I should probably have some knock-you-unconsciously fascinating post full of exciting news, but I really don’t have anything else to sayyy so I’m going to wrap this up. I will close with a SUPER old poem of mine that I found while cleaning my room today. It’s pretty terrible but I thought it was humorous.
Scones Alone
by j. coppa
I’d think it awfully lovely
If you could come by for tea,
It’d be nothing but my sun-draped lawn
The Earl Grey, you, and me.
We’d forget about the dismal grind
Of school and class and halls
It would all dissolve away
The moment you came to call.
We’d discuss our favorite books
And philosophize on life
I’d pass to you the cherry scones
And dainty butter knife
If I was feeling bold
Perhaps I’d signal with my fan
That your company was lovely
And I’d like to hold your hand.
We’d sit there side by side
On my porch swing in the shade
The sun would sink to rosy dusk
But you’d be glad you stayed….
But you will never come for tea
Your coach would not be pleased
And I will never speak to you
With eloquence and ease
We’ll never sit together
On my porch swing in the shade
And if I asked, you’d probably say
You’ve never played croquet.
So here I am, my sun-draped lawn
–a lovely place to be,
But it’s looking like the guest list is
The Early Grey and, well….me.
HI.
So I have just now returned from a driving venture into NORRISTOWN. That’s right people, me and my street smarts were journeying the backroads of N-Town in the misty darkness, giving my work buddy a ride so that he didn’t have to take the bus. Other than going the wrong way down a one way street, and having some dude tap on my window while I was stopped at a light, I made it out of there unscathed. (I’m sure you’re relieved to hear.) It was a good life experience though, because the only places I ever drive are places in the reaches of Methacton S.D., and like, the mall. So now I have expanded my driving horizons.
This weekend was alright. Pretty uneventful, but not altogether bad. I went shopping yesterday for a senior banquet dress. Dress shopping is pretty much my least favorite activity, along with bra shopping, attending funerals of close relatives, spanish listening activities, and getting a root canal. But yesterday I literally just walked into a store, put on a dress, and bought it for like 12 dollars. It was fantastic.
Yesterday was also my LAST FREE SATURDAY until the musical, because we have practice every Saturday in February. Which makes me want to cry kind of.
I’m pretty sure that I have multiple homework assignments of varying importance that I should be doing right now. But I never write homework DOWN, so it’s always kind of a game of jog-the-memory when I try to assess the homework situation. And I’m not really feeling up to an frantic trip down memory lane at the moment, so I guess we shall see what happens when I get to class tomorrow.
O.mg. so I am excited for a BUNCH of things right now. I really am. And it’s unusual, because normally there is nothing going on, and if anything I am feeling like, intense dread about upcoming events. But right now I am STOKED for a lot of stuff. And you probably want to know what these things are, but I shan’t disclose because for some of them I kind of have to see how they pan out before my excitement is justified. And for the other ones, well. Maybe I’ll tell you later. Other than being excited for things, I have also been feeling EXTREMELY CURIOUS about this ONE THING. And I don’t know how to find it out, but I am dying to. Aaaah.
I am currently eating some green grapes. They are huge. And they’re good, but like…It’s disconcerting how gigantic they are.
Probably roids.
Ugh sooo I dropped guitar class, which I was supposed to take mod 1 of semester 2. I am a little sad about dropping it because I have always harbored a secret wish to be good at guitar, and I thought that this class would be the first step towards realizing this lifelong dream. But it was like, me and a bunch of grimy freshman boys, and there’s a bunch of homework for it apparently, and I didn’t realize how much I cherished my mod 1 study hall until I didn’t have it anymore. SO. I had to make the cut. But I have a guitar, so I’m going to try some self-teaching and see how it works out.
OK, so, I always have dreams about having babies. Seriously at least once a week. Which I guess is weird, and even weirder to bring it up, but I HAD one last night (a dream, not a baby) and I have been thinking about it all day. It was such a good dream! Like, a truly warm and adorable and wonderful dream. And I know it was just a dream, but being a mom has got to be pretty awesome. I’m like, excited for that. Not trying to be weird, but I am.
ALLLRIGHT well, you’re undoubtedly enthralled by all these fascinating tidbits I’ve been throwing at you, but I have decided that it would probably be prudent of me to further investigate the homework sitch. So I’m going to do that.
latooorrr.
SNOW DAY today. It was nice.
I always particularly cherish snow days since I was deprived of them as a homeschooler (for obvious reasons). I love them so much.
I was feeling mildly productive today, which was unusual but not unwelcome, and I got a lot of stuff done. I also went sledding with my Irish neighbor and his friend, which was random but also not unwelcome.
Head Start is on Friday, and I am currently trying to invent a craft related to GROUNDHOG DAY. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be. My current idea involves a construction paper groundhog glued to a popsicle stick, that pops up out of a small paper cup with grass drawn on the sides. I don’t know if you can visualize that, but it’s pretty wild.
In other news, a woman in California just had octuplets. So, good luck to her with that.
In some extremely BAD news, THE MAKEUP BAG IS LOST FOREVER. :weeps: So. Everyone can get used to Washed Out Deformed and Blotchy Jule until its contents are replaced.
So, I started writing a STORY today. I used to write stories all the time, especially when I was homeschooled. In fourth grade I had a series of stories called “The Summer of Surprises”, which detailed the magical events of the summer of a young girl named Melanie Mayfair. In sixth grade I hand-wrote an entire 23 chapter book (it was a really boring year, clearly) which was basically just me re-writing the entire book of Little Women because I hated how it ended. And in seventh grade I started writing bitter short stories about a young homeschooled girl with a terrible life and a psycho family. But in recent years my story-writing has taken a backseat to other things, such as trying to stay academically afloat and also trying to get more than 2 hours of sleep per night. But today I was just in the mooood to write something, and so I wove together some REAL LIFE EVENTS of recent months, sprinkled them with enough fiction to make them bearable, and squashed it all up into a wonderful short story that I filed away with my other written masterpieces. No doubt years after my death, someone will stumble upon this treasure trove of literary genius, and the collossal earnings from publishing all of them will put all my grandkids through college.
Siiiiigh. Glad I could help, kids.
OK well I have like 80 groundhogs to cut out, it looks like, so I’m going to wrap this up.
I shall ttyl.
Hello friends.
So the weekend has finally decided to make an appearance, which took fucking long enough. It’s been SUPER relaxing so far. I just came home from working 7.5 hrs straight at The Pan-Pan. It was seriously the longest, hardest night of work I have ever experienced. It was like a huge Bitch Convention had just let out, and everyone was starving and everyone decided to come to eat at Panera. That’s what it was like. And my hands are all red and tender right now because I was on dishes tonight, which I have never done before, and I like scalded them multiple times in boiling soapy water until I realized that there are dishwashing gloves that I’m supposed to wear.
…so, tonight was fantastic.
On a positive work note though, I am really becoming buddies with a coworker that I wasn’t expecting to. So that makes things more fun.
In other news, I am experiencing a sort of ongoing crisis, which is this: I took the bus into school yesterday for midterms, and SOMEHOW my makeup bag like, escaped from me and I left it on the bus. So now I don’t have it for the WHOLE WEEKEND.
:sob:
This might not sound like a huge deal to you, but it IS. And if you’ve seen me without makeup, then you KNOW that it is. If you haven’t seen me without makeup, then here is a photo Maria took of me in the wee hours of the morning:
So, yes. You can see why this is a crisis.
Anyway, the musical is a month from Monday or something ridiculous, and I’m having a minor heart attack about it because I feel like that’s way tooooo soon for the amount of stuff we have done, which isn’t much. Also, SPIRIT is starting up soon. Can’t wait for that. Looks like I’ll be skipping school once a week till the musical, because honestly I just can’t DO it. I refuse to come in to school covered in fake blood or wearing a sheet around my neck or dressed up like a pie or whatever else they come up with.
In other news, I’m contemplating getting my nose pierced. Is this a good idea? Discuss. I can’t decide if my nose is right for it. But I have always wanted to. I feel like nose piercings have a pretty great potential to be trashy, but I also feel like the rest of me is un-trashy enough that maybe I could pull it off. I can’t do it till I’m 18 though obviously, because I’m pretty sure my mom would rather cut off one of her limbs than consent to have me do that. So I have like threeish months to decide. I have to do SOMETHING to make turning 18 momentous though, especially since I missed out on the election.
I’m taking this customer survey right now on Bahama Breeze’s website, because I went there last night and our waiter Alba literally BEGGED us to go online and give him a good rating so that he can win the video camera in the employee rating competition. He wants it real bad. There were practically tears in his eyes when he was telling us about it. So I figured I would do my part here to help a brotha out in his quest for a CamCorder.
Any. way. I’m going to go look for some lotion for my poor scalded hands. This entry was chock full of COMPLAINTS, jeez. Looks like we’re on our way back to the normal Jule Writing Groove.
Currently reading: The Chosen by Chaim Potok
Look at the snow, guys! I thought it would never come. Obviously it comes on a day where it does not affect our school schedule in any way, but it is beautiful nonetheless.
I just got back from our WPG performance for Martin Luther King Day. It was awesome.
I bitch about WPG pretty constantly, and I will admit that most of the time it’s not really my favorite part of life. But the MLK performance, especially this year for some reason, is really something. I don’t know what it was about today, but talking to to people at the end and hearing the things that everyone was saying was really moving. I was looking for my shoes in the rows of chairs at the back at the end, and this hulking guy came up and gave me a huge hug and thanked me in the nicest way. And he was seriously like the most terrifying man I’ve ever seen, but there were tears in his eyes and it was just like. The coolest thing. And the thing is, it’s not even very hard to do this performance. We just work on the different pieces for a couple weeks, drive to Eagleville Hospital, and DO it. And the fact that so little exertion on my part can produce such a profound effect is like, mind boggling to me. Because if I exerted myself MORE, and more OFTEN, then like. Lots could be accomplished I guess.
It was a good day.
In other news, midterms are frighteningly soon, and I’m kind of starting to have a minor panic attack about them. But senior projects are finished, and once I scrape my way through this week this school year will hopefully take a turn for the more relaxed. Other than the musical, and WPG, and all the head starts that we have left.
SIGHHHHH.
In OTHER news, nothing has come of something and now I’m disappointed but relieved.
In still more news, I am really excited about something that I was originally dreading, and I’m hoping for something that I originally thought was impossible.
So! Stuff has been happening I guess. Anyway I’m sorry for the intense level of mediocrity that we have been experiencing lately with these posts. I’ve been in sort of a rut. But thanks to this snow, the world is a bright new canvas, and thanks to WPG I have a renewed hope in humanity, and thanks to midterms we are coming up on a fresh term of school.
Maybe, MAYBE things’ll start looking up.
hulloo.
I just came home from work, and I’m bored. I was in the middle of watching Season 1 of The O.C., but it kept skipping and I couldn’t get past this one part of episode 11, so I bagged it, and now I’m here. I should probably be doing some aich-dubya, since I have more packets to do this weekend then I have ever had to do in basically my entire life, and which will probably take me several hours to complete. Not to mention the stupid Swift parody thing, which like….I have zero (0) ideas for.
So work was kind of okay tonight. I have been bonding with some unexpected coworkers. I thought that things would be slow because of the epic “snowstorm” that was supposed to go down today, but it was as busy as usual, and as USUAL the weather men are just proclaiming blatant falsehoods to the people of Southeastern Pennsylvania. Disgraceful.
Maria’s watching X-Men right now, which used to be a favorite of mine back in the day. Watching it now (or rather, overhearing it, since my back is to the TV) is reminding me strongly of my burning desire to be a MUTANT! (“What are you talking about, Jule? You are a mutant!” ha. ha. You slay me.) It would be so sweet. I think I would definitely want to have Mystique’s powers, because that would be WILD and I could do whatever I wanted and play jokes on people all the time. The suckiest mutant to be would obviously be Ice Man. His power fucking sucks. Like, what can you even do with that? I guess he would be useful to have around if like, my soda was warm, but if we were in actual mortal peril he would be pretty useless. For example, right now in the movie they were in trouble and the entire S.W.A.T. team was there or whoever, so he created this gigantic thick wall of ice between them and the enemies. And the bad guy just exploded it real quick with some kind of grenade thing. Thank you, Ice Man. You are a life saver. I guess Rogue’s power, too, would be pretty bad. I can’t even think of a redeeming element to not being able to touch other people, except that like, I wouldn’t have to participate in awkward hugging/handshaking situations, and people probably wouldn’t sit next to me on the bus which is extremely positive. But other than that, pretty terrible.
…
WHAT. Yes, I just devoted a paragraph to X-Men. Girls who like comic booky things are like, cool, nowadays. Or so I hear. Leave me alone.
Anyway, the nun salespitch still continues mercilessly. I can’t even understand it, really, because I am not exactly skanking it up over here. And I didn’t realize that I was a burden enough that my parents would want to ship me off, but apparently that is the case. My mom was showing me PHOTOS, today, of the convent that the girl is at, and pictures of her like, putting on her habit and stuff. Both of which obviously sold the idea to me immediately.
weird. shit.
ahghg well, after applying some glasses cleaner stuff to The O.C. dvd, it has been restored to its skip-less-ness and I’m going to go watch it. But thanks for keeping me company on my out o’ control, crazy fun Saturday night. Preciate it.
So, life has been weird recently. I have been weird recently.
Not really sure what my deal is, because generally I’m pretty consistent. But I’ve been acting ALL kinds of dumb lately, in MULTIPLE ways.
The Areas in Which I Have Been Acting Dumb
a brief list by j. coppa
1. Academically–I have gone from semi-stupid and lazy, to just like, retarded.
2. Socially–zomg. I can’t even describe. I am a loud annoying chatterbox, and then when I genuinely care about talking to somebody I can’t even say two words.
3. Physically–Now, ordinarily, I won’t claim that I’m Anna Pavlova or somebody, but I can usually like walk in a straight line without ending up in the ICU, or look at gross things without just totally blowing chunks, or function semi-normally without getting hurt or breaking something valuable. But NO! What is the DEAL? In the past week alone, I have had:
(a) The Stairs Incident
(b) The Rolling Fridge Incident
(c) The Knock Knock Incident
(d) The Basketball from Outer Space
(e) The Cat Incident
I could go ON, but I think you get the idea that like. I’ve been pretty retarded.
De.pressing. And unusual. I feel very off.
I’d say the social thing is the worst. I mean, facing an avalanche of Jones Sodas tumbling out of the rolling fridge at Panera, or barfing during anatomy is like, inconvenient but tolerable. As far as PEOPLE go, though, I feel like I’m fucking things up big time. I don’t mean to be, but I can’t even like string any words together when it counts anymore, and I really need to get a handle on it before I just revert back entirely to my original homeschool ineptitude.
In other news, I think my parents are trying to get me to become a nun, which, aside from being unreasonable and weird, is semi-entertaining. This family my Mom is friends with has a daughter my age who just entered a convent in Alabama, and my parents spent all of dinner like, exclaiming over how admirable that is. So I guess if the rest of my life just dissolves into a giant failure, as it seems to be doing currently, I can always up and go to Alabama to spend some q.time with The Lord. At least I’ve got options.
Anyway, I’m babysitting and I have to go read to Rosa and Olivia. But I’ll keep you posted on my truly enthralling, unraveling life.
LATA.
Current favorite song: Tranquilize – The Killers
Aaaahh so, break is just whizzing by at merciless speed and it’s TERRIBLE because I have my stupid research paper due the day we get back. And every time I think about it I just want to cry, pretty much, so I’ve been trying to keep myself sufficiently distracted so that I won’t think about it. (Which is clearly the prudent and mature way to confront the issue).
Things I Have Been Doing Over Break to Distract Myself From the Looming Research Paper of Doom
a brief list by j. coppa
- Anthony, Maria and I have been working on a series of musical projects. The primary project is the family band that we’ve been getting started over break, called The Bear Trapp Family Singers. We’ve already written several instant hits, such as “1, 2, 3″, “The Jingle Bells (Grandma, Grandma)” and “Wine in the Snow Globe”. I am mostly in charge of percussion and lyrics in this band, although I make an occasional appearance playing the toy piano. Apart from the band, we’ve also been working on some actual theatrical musicals. Dead on Christmas and There’s No Place Like Jail for the Holidays are our top ideas so far, but the opening choreography for Dead on Christmas is still a little iffy so we’re trying to work that out.
- I’ve been brushing up on my pool skillz, and can now hit the ball with terrible aim in the totally wrong direction. Which is actually like a gigantic step forward from not being able to hit the ball at all.
- My neighbors are away again, which means I’m on Cat Duty. As a Christmas present, Daphne left me a decapitated baby squirrel on the rug. It was pretty much the most horrifying and disgusting thing that I have encountered in all seventeen and-one-third years of my life, and I didn’t feed Daphne for two days as punishment. Fucking cat.
- The HEYWOODs are here, so the Coppa-Heywood properties have been abuzz with activity. Ultimate frisbee in knee-deep mud has been the primary order of the day.
- I saw “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” yesterday. It was pretty good. But it was 2 hours and 45 minutes long, which I personally think is pretty fucking inconsiderate to the people who don’t want to be holed up in a movie theatre for like three days. Anna and I went to see it at 2:20pm, and I had to be at like a mandatory family party at 5:30. So we figured we’d be back in plenty of time. And then we realize that we are actually watching the NEVER-ENDING Case of Benjamin Button, and even though we bolt out of the theatre at the end I still get destroyed for running late to the party. So, thanks for that, Brad. People might enjoy seeing you in movies, but THREE HOURS? Really.
- Anna had the New Jersey people down for a party on Sunday, which ended up being really fun since I haven’t seen ANY of them since camp. Every time the NJ kids come here I am reminded of how much I wish I went to KA. Especially when certain NJ kids come here.
- Tonight is the annual Coppa-Heywood bonfire firework extravaganza for new years. But the weather is not looking promising. :-\
Uggghh well, as riveting as this rambling list undoubtedly has been, I am being summoned to play some friz.
Enjoy your last couple hours of 2008. It’s been a solid year.
