I'm bad at getting people caught up on my life, because well, not too much exciting stuff happens in the middle of a semester at school. Still, I'm not going to let this stop me from getting all the details for my younger sibling, so I've decided for the next few days to keep a running diary of my life. Why am I doing this publicly, you may be wondering? It's not because I think that me and Kir have the best, most lovey-dovey bro-sis relationship since Nick and Justine Hulbert. It's because this blog has become really good at getting my thoughtful juices flowing, so why not use it as a vehicle to promote good family relationships? (Note: that will, without question, be the last time you hear the phrase "thoughtful juices" in your life, and certainly on this blog) So hear it is, the first of many diaries I will post on this page. Feel free to take a cat nap instead of reading this. Meow...4/14/09 (I know its a day late, but I got a pretty spectacular piece of writing up on Tuesday, so I saved this puppy for today. Woof...)
10:00AM - My alarm clock goes off. I slam the snooze button, again wondering if I actually got more than 3 hours of real sleep. Eventually my second alarm goes off on my cellphone across the room, assuring me I won't get suckered back into bed and have to rush my morning routine
11:14AM - I get to the Dunkin Donuts on Broad Street I always hit up for my morning coffee, the one I know Sis misses down in South America. Just a large black please. As usual I go through the morning debate about how many donuts I could eat if I were put to the test. Depends on what kind I had to scarf down obviously, but the number is generally somewhere in the baker's dozen range.
11:23AM - Park 2 blocks away from campus, and wonder what the point is of paying money to have a parking pass for a designated spot that's further away.
11:47AM - My friend Jaclyn (I talk to people in school this semester!) asks me if I decided yet how old I think our teacher is. She's one of those late 50s, early 60s dames that looks great for her age because she has that youthful vigor about her. Super!
12:53PM - Read the original email from Sis calling out my lazy Brotherness and make the decision to bore her, and everyone else who follows this blog, with the most mundane details of my day delivered in diary format. Well, it beats the heck out of repeatedly changing a facebook status.
2:13PM - My Journalism professor George, who is wildly popular (and he definitely is a good teacher) just dropped the f-bomb in class, followed by uproarious laughter, which prompted him to do it 2 more times.
As I've grown older, I've realized that certain people are only funny when they curse, and the context in which they use swear words. (My prof isn't one of these people all the time, he's definitely a legitimately funny guy, but still he occasionally resorts to this) Exhibit Number 1: Dane Cook--Most funny human being alive. Not. His method is making different voices, all slight variations of the same character, while strategically placing curses to get cheap chuckles from an audience who could've just payed one of my friends zero money for a real laugh...and he steals some of his material. But anyways, he stinks, and I've already disgraced my blog by posting his name on it, so I'll get back to the diary. Sorry Kir, this blog was supposed to be about you. No more hack-comedian rants! Done. Although I did attach a photo of the professor I was talking about before the rant got started. It's a weird picture, but it'll give you a face with a name. 2:17PM - I think about the scene in Wedding Crashers that my sis loves when I recreate. In it, Vince Vaughn is legitimately concerned that the crazy redhead's father got a poor impression of him because he was such a show-off on the dance floor. "Oh pleease, you and I both know I'm a phenomenal dancer."
4:20PM - Text-of-the-day award to Liz Wright, who decided to text me the word "ikeem" instead of "ice cream" in a casual text-convo, but here's the kicker: She didn't even know my history with saying ikeem. I have it in fantasy sports team names. Friends have almost pummeled me out of annoyance with the word. I have bonded with toddlers and infants and been hated on by many a Dairy Queen/Brusters worker for what I will call a vintage example of Ryan being Ryan.
5:15PM - Go through my weekly dose of small-talk with Elisha Chernoff, catching up on what's going on in our lives between Tuesdays. This week's chit chat involves her asking me what I got on my paper. "95," I respond. "And you?"..."96," she says as her voice trails off so as not to humiliate me. She's a sweet girl, and her subconscious probably kicked in when she noticed the awkward one-point-better situation. It was so subtle on her part, and the funny thing was, I probably would have done the exact same thing if the positions had been reversed. Something about doing one point better than another person is insulting. It would have been far better if I had gotten a 75 and she could've said, "well, at least one DC-grad is holding it down at Temple," as we shared a laugh. I'm not really sure if she realizes how much unintentional comedy has come about from us being in the same class. She makes my little Sis look old. And me and Kirst are definitely neck-and-neck in the race to the cap and gown ceremony.
----Extreme Side Note: I'm enamored with the Messianic Jewish community, specifically those tied to Congregation Beth Yeshua. I just love all of them. They're fantastic, and I couldn't possibly imagine life without them.
6:34PM - The girls in my PR class are in a competition currently to see which one can annoy me the most with completely irrelevant details about their life. (Kir, I literally was about to go on Dr. Cox's "Who Caresies" Award Show rant in the middle of class) One mentions, for the second week in a row, her trip to Mexico that she took in January, instead of early March during spring break. Another chimes in on the importance of a well-written press release by stating that her little sister has a picky appetite. Fascinating!
6:57PM - Runner up award for text-of-the-day to Scotty Yes. It was absurdly random. I love anything random. It was borderline inappropriate, and since he has to keep his stellar business image intact, I'd rather not risk repeating the contents. But yea, definitely a highlight.
8:43PM - Walk over to Philly Flavors with the Madre. I know you miss it sis. And it misses you. First stop when you get home on that hot summer day this June will be to Phiiiiiiilly Flaaaaaaav (as Robbie would say). On me of course. Actually, I still owe you money from ages ago that you will also receive upon returning.
9:05PM - Watch "Invincible" with Mom. Mom feels the need to say out loud the emotions that people are feeling as they happen. For instance, Mom sees Vince Papali aka Marky Mark Wahlberg, anxiously expecting a knock on the door from one of the Eagles coaches telling him he's been cut. While this is happening, she says "Oh, he's so nervous because he thinks he's not going to make the team." Only imagine insightful comments like that for nearly 2 hours. haha, it was unreal. I love Mom. Earlier in the night, she decided that she was going to call your Argentinian phone until she got through, because for some reason, the home owner decided the phone line was going to be either in-use or ignored completely for 2 weeks. Seriously the lady who's housing you is to hospitality what Michael Vick is to dog raising.
11:35PM - Normally around this time I would knock on your door, and pester you repeatedly asking "whatcha doin?" like an 8-year-old. Alas, I cannot. But I do begin to think about why I decided 3 years ago that whenever we were together I would revert to a child-like version of myself, and constantly berrate you with ridiculous ideas, questions, and nicknames. Like when I said "Kirsten, bah...it's more like Shmirsten" which I somehow got shortened to "Shmir" and now it may officially be the oddest nickname of all time. Wish you were here now so I could interrupt your show/phone or aim convo/coca cola binge/book and act like I'm the younger sibling.
12:39AM - Contemplate having 6 bowls of Frosted Flakes or just brushing my teeth and having a monstrous breakfast the next morning. I opt the latter.
1:30AM - I fire on Scrubs, which I haven't been watching much at all since you bounced to South America. It's the one where J.D. and Dr. Cox are going through the stages of grief with that hospital counselor. Highlights of the episode include:
-J.D. doing his patented 3-tap method before exploding an old root beer in Cox's Porsche.
-Kelso hitting Ted while he's on his bike and trying to bribe him with floor seats to the WNBA All-Star game
2:15AM - Get in the Word and seek the big guy out for some direction. Then I pray for you Sis, because the family that prays together, stays together!(hah, tell my that doesn't sound like something Ann Sharpe would say) But seriously, I send one up to heaven for your safety and that the next few months would fly for you, cause I miss the living crap out of you. Suddenly I get into an incredibly sentimental mood, yet am still writing in a public forum of sorts, so it's time to shut it down for now.
I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this not-so-brief synopsis of a-day-in-the-life of yours truly recently. I love you and will talk to you soon. However, if you don't subscribe to this blog and post a comment after it, I may revoke my phone call, and/or my love, just kidding. But do it!!
I'll end on this quote from my number one gal:
"I hope you die tonight!! Well, no, I don't....but I hope you have a really disappointing evening!!!"
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