So yesterday I went to Overland Park, Leavenworth and Spring Hill. In other words, I took a KS mini-tour. Why am I being so proper with my typing, like this is an assignment or something????? i'll stop
anyway, my stepmom told me ku doesnt have school on presidents day, so i believed her and made these plans before asking actual ku students or consulting the website. then when i found out leslie lied so that i would skip class and get bad grades and stay in school forever and waste her and my dads money, it was too late to change plans, or at least i didnt want to.
anyway, i met meg at her house and right away we drove to leavenworth to meet my dad in a kmart parking lot and go visit my mom's grave. it was 8 years on friday... damn. meg and i had good talks there and on the way back (and later on the way to spring hill) about my mom and happy memories and not so happy memories of when she was sick, but it was really good to talk about all those things. it always makes me feel more complete even if it makes me sad, because she's at the forefront of our thoughts and conversation, which doesn't happen all the time. it's still hard to get my dad to talk about her in any emotional way, it's like he has some strange block against it that i don't understand, though i have a few ideas. there's so many things i want to know from him and i hope he doesn't get too senile before i can talk to him about them. he's already showing signs of being part of the geriatric parade...
so we get to the cementary and we don't stay too long there because it's freezing, but we clean the snow off the headstone so you can see and read it, and take the faded flowers out and add the ones we brought to the other still-vibrant bunch from previous visits. felt strange to be there again, it's been a while, and its always eerie to be close to the physicality of it all. my dad prayed of course, ehhhhh, but he said some very meaningful things then when it was over, it was over. he was done and we made our way to homers.
homers is the local diner thats been around since .... well quite a long time. its teeny tiny. they used to have car hops and all the teens would hang out there (when theres nothing better to do in town... reminds me of people from high school hanging out for hours at sonic in spring hill when i worked there, but a lot cooler because... its not sonic and it wasnt 2001).
my dad told me that my mom tried to get a job there once but during the interview homer asked her how much change she should give if the order costs $$$ and the customer gives her $$$, she got it wrong, haha. so now this place is decorated completey with coca cola EVERYTHING, included those cheesy stuffed polar bears holding stuffed ccc's (coca cola cans) and dirty, peeling wallpaper. and no more teens, just a bunch of elderly couples who used to be teens. the geriatric parade again. and the place is much more trashy now than cutesy, but hey its really cheap and has a good atmospheric nostalgia. or nostalgic atmosphere... you chose. megan and i shared a large chocolate malt and it was DAMN GOOD, i want another one right now, gimme gimme gimme... !
then we drove pops back to kmart and i went inside and got samantha a present- the High School Musical II Soundtrack! Yeah! i really wanted to keep it for myself but it was HER birthday i guess, plus i didn't have enough moolah to buy two... lah.
drove back to meg's then we went to the prarie life fitness center (=ritzy gym); me as her guest. i gave them a fake lawrence address so i wouldnt get JUNK mail, so maybe someone else in lawrence will get it if its actually an address. then maybe theyll join the gym in olathe and prarie life fitness center will owe me big time! anyway, this place is crazy... all the stuff regular gyms have plus mirrors everywhere, communal lotion, soap, hair gel, and shaving cream in the showers (what??), hot tub, 2 saunas, yoga room with light dimmers, at least 2 indoor pools, mirrors, and a lot of rich people... plus my sister, and mirrors. ew i hate those places sometimes... excersize factories. it was so funny to watch all the people older that 37 on the machines. and old men doing sexual work-outs, like the leg spreading machine that i swear just is meant to get your thigh muscles ready for long hours of sex, or pelvic air thrusts.
back to megs, then off to spring hill for sam's birthday dinner. of course i forgot her present at megs, and probably subconsciously on purpose so i can KEEP IT FOREVER and listen to it every night at the bedtime hour. thats right ilenia, jenna, bert and jasper, you better start loving HSM II or youre in for some torturous evenings! so sam chose the most disgusting cookie cake. dont get me wrong, it tasted fine i guess, once you scrape off the 2-inch high clumps of neon pink, orange and green icing. radioactive sugar... im sure it stains your shit for at least a week. oh and since shes turning 11, and we only had a "1" candle, we just lit it twice in a row for her to blow. (poetry)
pork chops, corn and mashed potatoes for dinner, how un-american.
so that was yesterday, and here's today...
hmmm... western civ, boring... getting a businesslike email from rob ralston about the textbook, funny... studying for art history test, boring and not too successful... seeing a clown on campus try to do a cartwheel but instead falling on his face and getting a bloody nose, funny...
i had some shrink yogurt from the merc for breakfast, but i think it was too old to even be shrink and i probably shouldn't've eaten it. but even though it tasted slightly rancid i finished it off because i'm cheap and lazy and i was hungry and its all i had. later i drank a large coffee and had some sun chips. felt very empty but ... just... had... to ... study... no time for good food. well, i dont think that exists anywhere on campus anyway so it doesnt matter. then i took the stoopid test (arent all tests stoopid?) and afterwards everyone (yes, EVERYONE) was outside smoking so i just HAD to bumm one off of edmund. i deserved it after that stoopid test, right?
it was an american spirit and it gave me a great BUZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz. then i just felt really light-headed and not well grounded so i walked home really s l o w l y because i felt like i could fall over if the wind blew or if someone farted to hard near me. got home and felt worse and worse so i made myself puke (didnt have to try hard) and it was DISGUSTING and painful (ive had better pukes) but i felt better. and even emptier. wasnt worth the buzz at all. ate some focaccia (folk-uh-c-uh) and tried to drink water... but the SINGLE MOST REPULSIVE TASTE, second only to the puke i puked this afternoon, is the taste of water after a good (bad) puke. you know what i mean; its really sweet in the most ... ehhhhww gross way, it just contrasts so much with the bitter bitter stomach acid that sticks around. and it lasted quite a while.... nasty sweet water...
