No One Likes Mondays
Arrrrgh. I feel yucky and tired. Maybe it is some combination of me not drinking enough water (I tend to neglect that) and it being rather humidly hot, hotter than is normal for Oahu. Or maybe I'm sufffering from ibuprofen/caffeine withdrawl. . .but if that's the case this diet pepsi should be helpin shortly!
I'm sitting here wondering if I bug people too much about updating their webjournals. I just did that yesterday to Dave K even. Bah, it's not worth worrying about. I do it with the best intentions: I like to know how people are doing! In some cases, I've been glad to have an idea of what is going through a person's head, just to know what if there's a storm brewin. But basically, I care about my friends, I like to know what they are thinking and how they see their adventures. So please, if I start bugging you too much, just say NO WAY SISTER.
What a weekend! Saturday I woke up luxuriously at 9:30AM (I can't seem to sleep past this time, which would be about 3PM EST), took a shower, got off to a late late start as I puttered about eating and watching VH1. What can I say, I'm addicted to both VH1 and MTV now. Eventually, I got on the bus, and stopped off at Borders to supplement my summer reading. I just finished my collection of Phillip K. Dick short stories--which were great fun by the way. I love short stories, because they don't require a lot of commitment to get to the good stuff, and Mr. Dick (hee!) has great sci fi "twists" for endings. Gotta love that. So ANYWAY. Right as soon as I walk into the store, I hear "Hello. hello. hello." and I turn to find, once again, a strange little round man with the look of the mentally slowed on his face, his ears muffled in extremely large headphones. I don't know if I mentioned him before, but the first time I came into this particular borders he followed me around asking where I was from and repeatedly saying hello. Just me. Why me? Man, I'm getting off topic.
I bought two books: "The Idiot Girls Action Adventure Club" by Laurie Kotaro (sp?)--I just fell in love with the title. Then I got "The Mothman Prophecies" because it's set in Point Pleasant, WV. My ex-boyfriend-now-friend Chris's best friend Jasen's girlfriend, Erin, lived in Point Pleasant, and I recall an ill-fated plan made between some amalgam of those guys to go camp out at the abandoned dynamite factory to look for the mothman. It was so deliciously scooby-doo sounding I had to mention it here. They never went.
I've been reading "The Idiot Girl's. .." and let me tell you it is the most hilarious thing I've read in a long time. It's all non-fiction day-to-day stories . . .man, it's hard to explain. there have been a couple passages I wanted to type here, but this is going to be a long entry anyway, so I'll spare you the details. It's just fucking hilarious, and I have to try very hard to to burst out laughing on the bus, because if they kick me off I'll have a lot longer to walk.
I eventually got to work, only to discover I had not allowed enough time at all to get all my work done, chat online, AND be ready to go to a movie with Sam and company at 4PM. SO I rushed a bit, and magically managed to get most of it done. And soon Sam and other friend Amber arrived. Oh dear, two Amber's in a group of three! Immediately, it seemed, we were all giggling and having a good time. I felt a little out of place at first, being taller and quite a bit paler than those two. Sam and Amber are both about 5'4", round, tan. . Amber later admitted her real name was in chinese, and so she picked "Amber" instead for people to call her. "Austin Powers: Goldmember" was indeed a very funny movie, despite the man next to Amber calling out all the lines that he had apparently memorized in the one day since it had been released, and the wafting vapors of cologne from the group of young men in front of us. After the movie we all went out to dinner. They got gigantic gourmet pizzas, I got a huge, delicious ahi sandwhich. . .mmmmm. We talked alot about things you don't see here that are on the mainland, and vice-versa. Sam informed me that "haoli" literally means "One without breath" referring to the fact we're so pale that perhaps we're not breathing enough? They were entertained by my recounting phrases used only here, like "Have a sat" (have a seat) and "howzit" (how's it going?) and begged me to use my West Virginian accent. I refused, because I've worked all my life to NOT have it, and it really only works best around other WV's. Later while talking to myself in front of the TV, I managed to get it out. All through the meal, the waiter kept giving me weird eye-brows raises which I could not fully interpret, but which could have been either "What the heck are you doing with these two?" or "Hey baby" or "Are you all on crack? Stop giggling!"
It's a good thing we weren't drinking, because we were acting goofy enough as it was. I mean, have you ever been having such a good time you couldn't stop laughing? I was so happy. After dinner, we drove around Waikiki looking for a place to park, and found none. So we just drove and drove for awhile (apparently a pastime shared in both Hawaii and West Viriginia). Amber told me the long story of her painful and messy breakup with her boyfriend/fiancee. It was easy to comfort her, and give her a litle bit of advice, mainly pertaining to the fact that it just takes time to get better. Most other lessons, baby, you have to learn on your own. But I was glad to have something in common with this other Amber. We tried to find dessert, but with little luck, so we picked up some icecream bars at Safeway and ate them at my house, still giggling as the Dove chocolate fell off the icecream in giant patches. And so ended my Saturday.
Sunday I was back at work again--AM I INSANE? I just feel like I lose so much progress by not going. While I was walking to work from the busstop, I heard a voice coming around the streetcorner, and the clickclickclickclick of a bicycle. Suddenly, a man with a bright orange safety vest turned the corner with his bike, and belted out "MYYYYY LAND IS FUUUUUUUUUULLL OF RAINBOOOWWS!"
That made my day. Worked by butt off, got home much later than I would've like, and couldn't even do my situps. .. managed to flop down on the bed, and woke up this morning. groggy, but alive! Wednesday I turn 21. Holy crap.
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