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The Bleak Breakfast

Sometimes my sister has bitchfits because she doesn't like the food in the house and can't find anything to eat. When she does I go into Matt Maguire mode and antagonize her and tell her that she's a big prodigal fucking son who thinks she is too good for cheese and crackers and sloppy joes everyday cuz she lived in Brooklyn or whereever. I mean it lovingly. The other week I had an experience like her, I was away for a while and apparantly all the other grocery buyers were too. I come downstairs after sleeping late and am starving, to my dismay, the bread is moldy and there is only a heal piece left anyway, all the milk has gone bad for two weeks, there is no orange juice, eggs coldcuts or anything. Forgetting that the milk was bad I went for cheerios opened it and found a Coraline spider web guarding the cheerios with a red spider, wtf is a red spider. I screamed and threw it across the room and then Melchior pounced on it. I had never been more food depressed in my life. I then realized that aside from the whole Anna Karenina-Tolstoy "2 kinds of family" division there is another division. Families who have functionaly food and families who do not. From years of babysitting these I can easily spot a functional family. It boils down to two products, functional families always have goldfish in their cubbard and they keep tupperwear. Dysfunctional families cannot keep tupperwear because someone will leave someone in it somewhere and it will become disgusting. Anyway I am playing desperate housewife at my summerhome and after my next pay check I am buying goldfish and a tupperwear so I can join the heard.

Trendy Things Right...Now

All social interactions between the wide spectroms of cliques have three reacurring themes right now.....

Referencing Zombies when possible or least expected
Saying that anyone who coughs, sneezes or is sick has the pig flu
having face book statuses that say "Im Done!!!" "First semester of freshman year...where did the time go????" or "1 more test!"

yesterday

Yesterday was a really weird combination of things kind of day. I woke up with a really sore throat, the worst since my tonsilectomy. I did my morning babysitting then went to work with more babys until I couldn't take it anymore and asked to leave to go to the health center. There nurse Mitchel, more like Nurse Bitchel...(cuz she's a bitch) wouldn't see me because she said she had too many appointments, although I was the only one in the center and it is like one of the last days of school and only the rejects are still in school. All she had to do was give me a strep test, tell me I don't have it and then prescribe me with amoxicillin but nah. So I decided to go to the hospital by Summer home, Brennan took me. I went to the main entrence and told the secretary I had a sore throat they were like "uh ya just go to the ER" this hospital is really laid back the only other patient I ever saw there was this lil boy who swallowed a penny. So ya they prescribed me with amoxicillin and told me I didn't have strep and (I felt better in 10 hours). At the hospital there was an adorable bulliten board that said Pig flu facts it was pink and had a pigs head attatched a curly tail four hooves and a word bubble that said "oink!" After that we went back to college he took a final and then we watched this really good Zombie movie called recording. It was Spanish, of the European kind. B grade movie, but the lead hot girl was better than any american horror b grade movie lead hot girl. After that I was scared, because in my college town at night everyone looks like zombies. At stop and shop I was all jumpy from the movie, idk why I usually don't give a shit but I guess I was in girlfriend mode. So ya we were like acting all immature at the grocery store, where he bought fucking bread and butter, and like we were walking down the row behind the isles pretending there were zombies around every corner when all of a sudden this mexican guy with this really load vacuum cleaner came out from an isle and like pushed the vacum right in front of us, I screamed so load, which was so innapropriate as it was a grocery store. Then we went back to my summer home, which I will decorate tonight with my Edvard Munch pics I traded for at the bookstore.

the most romantic things

Loneliness is romantic. It makes the observer feel like this lonely person is unsatisfied with their environment. Maybe the observer could change this and the lonely person is only waiting for them. Common fantasy. This mostly works for guys as a lonely girl will not have a circle of friends to fall back on and will probably be clingy. Well thats what someone told me anyway. Personally I hope that the lonely romance clause transcends gender roles. Lonely things you can do are read, sit on a bench or look at a beautiful view by yourself. Closed down movie theaters are also really romantic but I wont get into that. I first realized the book thing in the early 2000, commonly known as the disney channel original movie era. I was in the Adirondacs camping in a lentoo and when I went to the Loj there was a boy sitting by the fire reading. He was completly awkward and had a mushroom cut and baby fat but I think that he is better than any trendy 6 pack at a beach. The view thing was inspired by a Hey Arnold picture and my moms desktop picture. lul.

Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

Speaking of Summer I have had this craving since Florida for eerie summer songs. Summer is a very happy time for me and everyone according to their Facebook albums, but there is something a little dark about it I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it is the thunderstorms. So my craving started with Oslo in the Summertime by Of which I listened to continually via youtube with someones bad music video for it. Doin time by sublime also works in this genre but I have heard it too much to obsess. Today I found the song to end all spooky summer songs. I already knew about it but I remembered it today and have rediscovered it. Ode to Billie Joe by Bobbie Gentry. What could be darker or more perfect. I love it so much I can't blog about it anymore.

5 seasons

So I and someone who I wont cite have decided that there are really five seasons. Obv Spring, Summer Fall and Winter is misunderstood. A lot of people say they hate winter that it is depressing. But real winter is first snow, Christmas, New Years Eve, 10 days off school and hot cocoa. Winter ends after epiphany or my sister and valedictorian's birthday and the season of shit begins. January February and early March are my least favorite time ever. I have no drive or energy to do any of the things that make me happy. It's cold. So as pretty as it is outside you can't enjoy it. Everything is closed at like 4 30 and hanging out space is limited to movie theaters and cars. When you step out of these cars you will need to immediatly pull your shirt down, it well have definitely rode up and your pants will deff be low cut because it is 2009 and muffin tops are the new hour glass figure and for 20 seconds your hips will freeze. Hating winter is cliche' but it is pretty realistic and I don't hate winter, just this shit season. Supposedly it is in vogue to hate spring, T S Elliot and that artist guy in Death in Venice which I sparknoted and cannot elaborate on. April is not the cruelest month April was kickass. I got flowers put in my hair frolicked through Poughkeepsie and accomplished nothing.