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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Listen to the sound of the world, then watch it turn

Ah... another lovely, lazy day.

Yesterday was quite nice as well. I "slept in" until seven, had breakfast, then got ready to go a few places. Mervyn's had a sale on so I checked it out, and actually found some new clothes. There were some cute things that just didn't work, but I did get two new tops and some underwear, all for only $25 because of the sale, for using my Mervyn's card, and I had a coupon. The cashier really amused me also - she was probably only 20 or so, but kept calling everyone "dear."

Because I just don't have enough accessories (end sarcasm here), I weakened to my impulse and bought two necklaces at Target. They're both super-cute. One has three different-length strands of silver-toned necklaces, and the other is like a silver chain with brightly-colored globes. I looked for the one that reminded me of Lucky Charms that I saw when shopping with JH a couple weeks ago, but they didn't have it. Aw.

In the vein of buying stuff I did actually need, I went to Payless and found two pairs of tennis shoes that are adorable. One is pink and white (they are slightly too big, but I can deal) and the other pair is - wait for it - green and purple. They're less ugly than they sound, and they are super-comfy. Seriously, it's like not wearing shoes at all! I don't even care that they don't match a lot of things. Hey, Ryan Stiles never lets that stop him from wearing crazy shoes. I also looked for a new pair of plain-ish black shoes, but everything I saw was either fugly, too sporty, or pointy. My feet don't do pointy.

I finished my spree with a peach pleasure smoothie from Jamba Juice. Yum. After that, I didn't do anything remotely strenuous with the rest of the day. I cooked this Bertolli frozen meal for dinner - chicken alfredo, which was just divine, and my mom made doughnuts for dessert. I finished "Helter Skelter" and moved on, maybe somewhat appropriately, to ghost stories. By the time I was freaked out, it was time for "The Simpsons," and Friday night is when "Nanny 911" and "Trading Spouses" are on.

Oh, man - yet again, Nanny 911 brought us a same-initial family. They were either the Mills or the Millers, and the kids were Matthew, Madison, Mason and Maxwell. The one kid being named Mason made me laugh, because that name makes me think of two people: 1, The guy Hannibal Lecter convinced to eat his own face; and 2, My godmother's pitbull. Yes, I know a pitbull isn't a person; that's why it's even funnier. Ha, a kid named after a dog! No, not really, but I'm going to pretend that he was.

Today, I slept in even later (7:15) and eventually got out and went to the library, where the librarian and I both got freaked out by this book in the sale section that started playing music by itself. Bum bum buuum! On the drive home, I also scoped out the cafe where there's a poetry reading thing this coming week. There's one tonight at a different place, but I've decided to skip it.

Oh my god - I think our ghostie is back! Seriously. A week or two, my dad and I were eating dinner, and my mom was out. While eating, the dogs start barking and run to the door, and I hear (or thought I did) the door opening and my mom telling them, "Shh!" Neither of us were able to see the door from where we were, so I got up, but... she wasn't there. Her car wasn't even in the driveway. And the same thing - dogs barking, door opening sound, "Shh!" - happened to me today, while I was in the laundry room! Um, not cool?

Reading ghost stories last night reminded me that I want to write a scary story, or book, or movie (I'm not picky). Besides just enjoying writing in the first place, I'm curious as to whether I can actually pull it off. Being a lover of horror movies and scary stories, I know how fine the line is between "actually scary" and "actually hilarious." I do think that most horror benefits from humor at the right moments, but at the wrong time, it just gets silly.

Because of being sick earlier this week, and my natural laziness, it's been quite a few days since I've been on the Gazelle. Oops. I guess I'll force myself to do that while catching up on "Invasion." That show gets better with each episode (though the last one I watched was super disturbing, but I guess murder-suicides and amputations tend to be), so I'm totally bummed that I'm halfway through the only season.

Okay, if I don't end the entry now, I'll just keep talking. And no one wants that. Plus, my dad is baking some oatmeal cookies, and if I keep procrastinating, I won't get in any exercise before I do them, and probably not for the rest of the day, and my new, smaller jeans don't want that.

posted by Yvonne Hernandez @ 2:43 PM

1 Comments:

At 9:09 AM, The Watcher said…

I once tried to write something scary, but I realized that I couldn't compete with the Bible.

Haha, your story about shopping for clothes reminded me of the Scrubs episode where Carla and Elliott discovered that they could make guys zone out by mentioning shoe shopping, thus being able to talk about whatever they wanted with impunity. I, however, did NOT zone out, and read the whole post!