— My hard drive crashed. It was totally traumatic. I turned my computer on and was greeted with a sickly blank grey screen, and on it was the image of a small folder with a blinking question mark on it. THAT IS NEVER GOOD. Eventual result: took it to the “Genius Bar” at the Apple store on 5th Avenue, they shipped it off to their Apple repair shop in the wilds of Kentucky or someplace where their oompa loompas could work on it and give me a new hard drive, and I just got it back yesterday, with a spanking new keyboard to boot. It’s a total pain in the ass because I have to set everything up again – but I’m just glad it’s back in my hands. The guys at the Genius Bar are totally awesome and I would like to marry all of them.
— Slept over Allison’s on Thursday night. We watched an episode of Celebrity Rehab, our favorite show on television, stopping it every 2 minutes to discuss the psychological ramifications of everyone’s addiction issues, as well as to discuss our shared lust for Dr. Drew. We love that show. I adore Amber. I really hope she makes it. Gary Busey is insane. Jeff Conway needs to stop whining and take some responsibility. Rod Stewart’s son is a total cupcake. Rodney King appears to be a nice man. Jeff Conway’s girlfriend is an idiot bottom-feeder of the worst kind. But for me, right now, I am all about Amber.
— Hope and I have had a big breakthrough in our relationship. It all started when I moved my bed and she started hanging out on the bed with me. But she’s not a cuddler and I never knew where she slept. Out in the apartment somewhere, or sprawled out on my windowsill. But suddenly, about 5 nights ago, I woke up at around 3 or 4 am … because something was different …. Hope had ensconced herself on my pillow, just above my head, curling her body perfectly around my head. Hope!! What are you DOING? I thought you didn’t like to cuddle!! Amazing! Now, I could never cajole her into that position myself, she would not tolerate it. She has to choose when she gets on the pillow, and it has to be on her terms. It’s a little bit annoying, because my pillow is small and frankly she was pushing my head off of it with her small purring body, but still, I think it is a great sign in our developing relationship. Every night since then, she sleeps there. I wake up in the morning and there she is, draped around my head. Good girl.
— My parents teach me what marriage is (and should be).
— The tree went up at Rockefeller Center yesterday. It was a madhouse. I love to see it on the first day it goes up – before the decorations, before anything – because it’s surrounded by scaffolding, and workers are climbing all over the scaffolds – so the entire scene looks like an urban version of the barn-raising scene in Witness. It was raining yesterday too so all the workers were wearing huge flapping slickers.
— Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself at certain moments and think, “Wow. This behavior could be construed as you being a total asshole.” I rarely am a total asshole on PURPOSE and whatever I do, I pretty much do sincerely, rather than for some EFFECT. That being said, at one point this week, I was sitting in the bar at the Plaza Hotel on a rainy afternoon reading a book of Latin and conjugating verbs in my notebook. I’m not even kidding. I was being totally sincere … Latin is a project of mine right now (having taken 4 (or 3?) years of it in high school, but I want to get back to it. I also come from a family filled with Latin freaks as well as nuns – all of whom straddled Vatican II, but not before they had enough Latin poured into their brains for all time – as should be evidenced by this post from October, 2004, an important time to any Red Sox fan, so Latin was a part of my childhood) … and I had some time to kill and the rain poured against the tall windows and what the hell, I started conjugating. But I had a couple of moments where I laughed at what I must look like and what an unfriendly observer might think. “That woman over there is such an ASSHOLE.” And to that I might reply, “Nil desperandum. This is just my modus vivendi.” Or, if I were in a more combative mood, I might reply, “Oderint dum meteant, suckers.” Or, more likely, I might just say in a tired tone, “Look, you like to do sudoku in your spare time. I enjoy Latin. De gustibus non est disputandum, mkay?”
Now I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to work the words “what the hell, I started conjugating” into a conversational sentence. You know, I was just kicking it old school at the bar, writing “Ich bin, du bist…”
I LOVE Celebrity Rehab!!! Gary….uh….WTF man??he’s quite a scary freakazoid. And Jeff C, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone so brain damaged. and his girlfriend PISSES ME OFF! what a trainwreck.
We are kindred spirits. I took 3 years of Latin in high school and a semester in college.
The sad part is that basically all I can remember is that “discipula” is a girl student… I think.
Patrick – hahahaha
Emily – HAHAHAHA
It could sound kinda dirty, couldn’t it?
“What the hell, I had a free hour to kill, so I started conjugating …”
amo
amas
amat
exeunt ….
Mere – yeah, the girlfriend is pretty evil. He’s pathetic but SHE is evil!!
I love love love the staff at the rehab center. Sherry is awesome. But I love them all.
you took four years of latin?? and 4 years of french? i am confused.
Yes! I took both. I can’t remember why. I was terrible at French, just awful!!
Or maybe I didn’t take it senior year? I can’t remember. But me and Mr. Woj … we were like THIS!!
What an insane person he was. Throwing chalk at people and hiding under his desk. Like: WHAT??
i did four years of french and one of latin. i thought that was what all four of us did. that is why i was tres confused! i didn’t even know our high school offered four years of latin!
Now I’m confused!
Regardless: For some reason I loved Latin in high school and strangely enough I think a lot of it had to do with the Betsy, Tacy, Tib books – because BETSY was obsessed with Latin.
As far as I’m concerned, that’s as good a reason as any to be “into” somtehing.
O di immortalis!
You have some kindred spirits because of a love for Latin, and then you have Mere and me (and Beth I am sure) … who are obsessed with celebrity rehab. I’m so happy that others love it as much as I do because my kids make fun of me…especially my love for Dr. Drew.
Bets – such a good show! I love when they go to “group”. It’s upsetting and raw.
There are so many things to be commented here, as is usual… But the main one for me was your computer crashing. I had one hard drive fail this week – makes weird clunking noises when it tries to boot. And the other computer’s operating system freaked out and I had to restore all the stupid software too.
If I followed astrology better I would guess there was something in the air this week about electronics.
Okay, why is no one talking about HOPE SLEEPING ON YOUR PILLOW????
WOW!!!!!! That is so exciting!!!!
And sorry about the computer, and I love that Latin stuff, and I love your parents.
I think there is some serious kitten fever going on when Kerry loves the story about Hope on your pillow, but says nothing about the Red Sox.
Kerry – I know! Can you believe it??? She had to come to it in her own damn good time … It’s so cute! She still gets a little annoyed when I PET her while she is draped over my head … it’s almost like she doesn’t want her presence to be acknowledged. Cats are so funny sometimes, so finicky about their autonomy.
The Red Sox trash talk is indeed hilarious, especially because there isn’t a Latin word for “pinstripes” — but Hope on the pillow is AWESOME!!
Ok- setting some things straight- #1- I have never seen “Celebrity Rehab”. NOT that I am judging- I am SURE I would love it. I just have too many obsessions with tv shows these days, that I am afraid to start anymore. Thank God the election is over, so I can start to wean myself from Keith Olberman(my second boyfriend) and MSNBC.
#2 Member when Woj hid behind the alcove in the french room and jumped out at us and scared the shit out of us? And he would hide under his desk when we would come into class just to see if we were talking about him? WHAT??? And he would randomly throw CHALK! And the “comic face pops” lollipops from Poland? The longer you sucked on them, it appeared that the faces were getting pockmarked and full of acne…He is STILL teaching there,too, and Ceileidh has his daughter for Spanish. Sheila- you should see if you have any entries in your diary about him for a “Diary Friday.”
Beth – hahahaha I know, Woj was so nuts! HIDING under the desk?? Throwing chalk at his students??
But somehow he was funny. It was like having Inspector Clouseau for a teacher.
I am SURE he has made a cameo appearance in a diary friday. I will do some reasearch for next week.
And Beth – just watch ONE episode of Celebrity Rehab! I beg you!!
:)