Last night, I showed up on the Upper East Side around 4:45 and Gillian was dragging her feet about going to class - she's taking a random class on agribusiness and it's not as exciting as she thought it was going to be. Lucien was incredulous - "what do you mean you're not going? you have to go!" - because he wanted to finish his homework as quickly as humanly possible and then watch Star Trek. It's strange - you get the impression that he realizes the ridiculousness of cutting out strips with spelling words and only does it to humor his teacher. He's 12 going on 83.
So Gillian leaves and Luc and I work for a little bit, play on his new DSI and boil water for ravioli until she shows up again half an hour later. "That's it," she says, "I can't put up with it today. It's too nice out to spend two hours in an air conditioned room hearing about how the world is falling apart." I agree.
Luc scribbles a hasty, sloppy two pages of writing while I show Gill Adam Lambert's studio version of Tracks of My Tears. We leave when he's finished, the older ones whistling Smokey Robinson and the younger one kicking his shoelaces. We go out to dinner at a place a few blocks down that apparently is a reformed stuffy establishment; he orders spaghetti and meatballs and Gill and I split a salad and order paninis; we chat about Idol, YouTube videos, France, the gamut. She tries to pay me and I say nah, she took me out to dinner. She says okay.
And it's a nice change. It's bizarre how little families form without even trying.
I'm the only one in the office, WTF. It is also ungodly hot up here and I'm tempted to take my shirt off, but you know as soon as I did, Bob would walk in and we would have a really bad situation on our hands.
Stephen picked me up last night and we went out to Bay Ridge so I could watch Julia for the night! She went to bed at, like, 8:30 and we all sat downstairs watching the Yankees/Red Sox game. Kim hobbled around and let the cat sit on her stomach while Stephen got her water and pillows - it was one of those limbo nights before everything changes and all you can do is pretend things are normal.
He and Kim went to the hospital around 5 this morning to induce her labor (the door was open when I woke up at 5:07 so I hope I didn't say anything embarrassing when I was asleep like...well, I'm sure you can come up with something) and I took Julia to Starbucks and school. She came into the room at 6:30 and was, like,
NATALIA! ARE YOU AWAKE??!?
even though I had set my alarm at 6:55 to wake her up at 7.
I'M WEARING MY HANNAH MONTANA SHIRT. ARE YOU WEARING YOUR PURPLE SHIRT?
NATALIA! CAN I COME IN?
So we watched Suite Life together, ate a mini-breakfast, talked about how weird it would be to have a baby around ("I'm more worried about the crying and pooping") and she explained to me what her dance recital costumes would be like.
She's going to be a good big sister.
haven't really felt like blogging lately - apparently in eleven days, holy shit.
well, to recap, zeej and i explored the unresolved issue of what will happen in september and it was not pretty. things are much better now, but i was pretty sure i was going to be doing a lot more things on my own. but we're cool. i think i'm still feeling the residual effects and am in a crappy mood (rain for the next three days will probably not help things). but the bottom line is that things are better.
what ellllllllllse. had a low-key weekend but the highlight was going to tom's restaurant for brunch in brooklyn! you have to wait in line to get in, but they bring you cookies and coffee. and you can talk to the actual tom if you want. he is a jolly man who does not look unlike the bald dude with glasses from the game guess who. we ate sausage and eggs and toast and home fries and it was 70 degrees outside and then we went to prospect park and hung out and did kenken and yesssssss.
oh, i bought shoes online but i don't know if they're too small or not. i think i'm going to try to stretch them out but i could just go up a size OH MY LIFE. they are orange and match my newish bluish dress splendidly. i should really be saving disposable income for proverbial - or literal - rainy days but meh. i've also accumulated a lot of stuff since moving here and i need to work on that. but girls need to buy shit sometimes, you know?
well, i'm missing seinfeld and you have now been updated on the past eleven days. peace out
Addendum to last entry: Last night, I was putting together a bunch of songs to stick on a flash drive so I could bring 'em home home and burn a CD - there were two flash drives in my suitcase and I grabbed the first one, only to discover that it held a bunch of songs I'd put together for my mom when she got her Zune and wanted to fill it with music that wasn't intended for kids' dance classes. I put it back in my suitcase and loaded the songs on the other flash drive.
Um, on a lighter note, I am going home tomorrow night for the first time since Christmas! This is a big deal because I went home about 73,000 (eleven?) times last year and I've held off until April this year. I'm excited to see my buddays, yell "BING BIIIIIING" with my dad, see my lover/twin Katarina, have a heart-to-heart with Bips (he needs it), meet the German and harass my dog and Helena, not necessarily in that order. That said, though, this will be my first Zeejayless weekend since Christmas and that's weird. I'll call you every five minutes, darling.
And now I am listening to an Elliott Smith bootleg (I've listened to Bottle Up and Explode! five times, srsly), waiting for emails to come in and trying to be proactive about adding entries. It feels so much like Friday that I feel obligated to get entries ready for the whole weekend when, in fact, I have a ton of time left to accomplish that garbage.
okay, well, I gotta go - soup sounds good for lunch
The weekend was positively lovely, as usual. Zeej and I met Gill and Lucien at Bar Bao for dinner (oh.my.god) on Saturday. On the R before we took the 3 uptown ("laiesangementhistrainisrunninglocalafatimesquareanskipping96thstreettransfa110thstreettothedowntownforserviceto96th" / "wut"), we were doing sudoku and this woman came on the train and started singing (okay, fine) Ave Maria (okay, not fine).
It was one of those experiences where you get jolted back to the exact time and place where you were when you last heard it, which, in this case, was Mom's funeral. I can skip Fire and Rain when it comes on my last.fm shuffle, but it's harder to hit NEXT NEXT NEXT when there is a woman pacing on the train singing and the song is taking so long and all you can do is think of Mary Fran choking up while she sings and oh christ.
Little things like that come up and it feels like a punch in the face.
My taxes were accepted. God bless the children; it's like $1200 overall. I think I want to donate a quarter of it (like probably Chicago Public Radio because I have abused their podcast system enough, DS so they can buy cupcakes and ...I need a third one and am open to suggestions), use a quarter to pay down loans, save a quarter and go to Topshop with the last quarter. OH YES.
It's Thursday! Yay Thursday. Here is what is between me and Mr. Softee with Zee-Jay.
I have to edit this:
so there's this guy and he's my ex rather not say his name but i've known him since 2007 so almost 2 years and we went out for 9.5 months we broke up because his family told him i cheated on him which i never did so we were on and off then we went out again so total of of 14 months and like a week or so and then i told him lets not be anything he agreed so we started talking again this was awhile ago like maybe two weeks ago and he sauid how i was a bitch and he could do so much better than me i was frustrated so i stop talking to him so now he sends me pictures of him and text me all the time saying he missed me and it's weird because he says he hates me and he loves me i let go of him and will never be with him again because i cant see myself having a boyfriend or being in a relatiionship with him but how do i stop talking to him even though he hurt me alot i mean after this i just completely stopped myself from talking to him but i cant help thinking about him and i hate it i just want him to leave me alone so i dont think about him how do i get rid of him i did hurt him alot i never cheated but i was close many times im not the type to be tied down im very independent and he hurt me alot he never cheated but flirted with many girls and i just cant get rid of him he's in my past but he doesn't get it what do i do?
296 WORDS! That's just the first sentence
I have to answer this:
Not only is the quote mentioned libelous, but the use of my full name is an invasion of my privacy.
(the quote mentioned is an observation about a goddamn eclipse and how scary it is)
THAT IS LIBEL
I have to delete this oh wait it was deleted in 2006:
PLEASE DELETE THIS ACCOUNT ASAP. THIS HAS BEEN MADE TO EMBARRASS ME. SOMEONE WHO IS JEALOUS MADE THIS. PLEASE DELETE THIS RIGHT AWAY. THANKS
I guess that's it. That's not that bad.
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