Sorry for the several day delay. I know you all were on the edge of your seats. Who can resist the intrigue of sponge animals smooshed into desolvable pills? Not I, for one, that’s for damn sure. Except we got busy… with lives, sort of. Does a movie with my parents count (hi mom! hi dad! even though you still refuse to read my blog). Anyhoos. Bath Time Fun 5 kept the score at 0-0. I guessed Buffalo and Claire guessed Moose. It was indeed a Coyote.
No surprise there. We lose.
But then the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the only-hoped-for occurred…. I guessed Buffalo again (Buff-alo! Buff Buff! Alo Alo!) and claire once again guessed moose and guess what?
It was a mother fuckin moose. Can you believe it? Claire is ON THE BOARD ladies and gentlemen. ON THE BOARD. It is now 1-0:Claire, and I need to bring my A-GAME to tomorrow’s double featuer. It is ON.
Yesterday Maris and I went on a pilgrimage roadtrip to a small town on the coast of washington that gets a lot of rain and a lot of 14 yr. old girl tourists. That’s right….
When we drove through I have to admit I was a little irrationally disappointed.
Me: “This is it? This is …. it? This is the whole thing?”
Maris: “Yes, Lauren…. It’s a small town. This. Is. It.”
Pause while we drive and look and i sink a little further down in my seat.
Me: “Ok for one, the sun is out so edward wouldn’t be able to come out anyway because he’d be all sparkly and shit. And two – I’m actually kind of disappointed there aren’t any supernatural events occurring right now.”
Maris laughing: “Lauren!!”
So we drove around through twice with a mix between slightly mortified to even be there because we were sure “people new” cuz we “looked like twilighters” i mean “why else would we be here?!” and totally PUMPED.
We drove to the highschool where classes were most def in session, the parking lot full, where i kept trying to convince myself (among many many locations) “ok this was definitely in the movie. For sure. This looks totally familiar.” And maris kept saying “it’s a parking lot” but then started taking pictures so YOU CAN’T FOOL ME MARIS.
When we pulled out there was this amazingly large sign for the highschool all carved out of wood and maris pulled out her camera to take a picture while I just idled right there in the middle of the street. There were no cars so we were good. But then when i saw the picture I squeeled “TAKE ONE CLOSER UP SO WE CAN SEE THE WORDS.” I would just like to say right now that by no means were we at all cool about this. I type this like “oh yeah we went to the highschool” but… for reals? We drove around LOOKING FOR FORKS, WA HIGHSCHOOL AND THEN TOOK PICTURES. And it was right about this time that we fully realized how ridiculous we were as a truck pulled up behind us and i’m yelling GET IT MARIS GET IT And she is zooming like it’s her job and i start to pull away and she exclaims GOT IT! And we are laughing so hard we can’t breathe and are starting to cry. And I’m sort of driving so the truck can kind of just pull around me while we giggle uncontrollably in my car. Then maris chokes out “I… have never been… more mortified… in my entire… life.” And right then I knew the day was just about perfect.
Ok so we actually had something to do last night (what was that? we have lives? Don’t get excited – the big event for today was eating salads at the pizza place on the corner.) so we skipped our bath time fun and instead did two for today. They were both blue. Claire guessed badger both times and I guessed grizzly bear both times and both times we were….
SO INCREDIBLY DEAD WRONG. A bat and an alligator. WE LOSE. Score stays at 0-0. Claire is convinced this is just going to keep getting easier. I don’t believe a word she says.
Last week I got two calls for jobs. One scheduled me a same day interview but the guy seemed shady and i just didn’t feel like getting out of my sweats at that exact moment. Call me lazy… or call me intuitive. Whatever – even I can’t decide. So I just didn’t show up. Then on friday while I was in SF for Ryan and Katrina’s wedding I got another call, which i promptly returned after I got out of District 9 (Wow intense, go see – you’ll like), left a message for the lady and never heard from her again. This week I am nothing but available and yet i receive no calls. Why? Because I have smited the job gods and now they are punishing me. I wasn’t ready on their schedule so they aren’t playing nice with mine. Humph. In the meantime I’m getting all sorts of antsy. Remember 2 months ago when I quit my job? (well some of you will and some of you are new. hi!) Well for a solid two months I was all “I don’t even WANT a job. All I want to do is WRITE” well now I’m bored and now I want a job and now the jobs have all clammed up and gone away because the universe never lets me have what i want, instead it likes to watch me squirm for a while until it decides in it’s GREAT BENEVOLENCE that I deserve a crumb here or a smidgen there. And so I wait. Cursing my earlier smiting.
“Congratulations on finishing! That’s so exciting! What are you doing now?”
“I’m trying to get a job barista-ing or cocktailing or something so I can have my days to write.”
“Oh… are you getting published? Do you have a book agent?”
“Not yet, I’m working on short stories and increasing my portfolio right now. But I’ll be figuring all that out after the new year.”
“Oh. Short Stories… heh…. really…. Well that sounds great!”
Just in case you wanted to have that conversation with me – oh look!! It’s already been had, so you can feel at ease now.
The weird thing is, there was a gathering, a celebration of talent where I read (SUPER WELL I DID GOOD FOR REALS), family and friends were involved, drinking ensued… it felt like graduation, professors referenced it as graduation, but you know what? Somewhere out there, a box with my thesis is floating around being judged and it could take up to six months before i get the A-Ok. So… am i degreed? Or…? I’m gonna pretend I am. Cuz I am, right? You were there. Well, not you, but some of you.
Anyways, I’m writing new things. YAY! And I’m looking for work! I’ve gotten a few nibbles but nothing jumping out at me. If you know any place that needs a barista, or a really hot cocktail waitress that only has coffee experience, lemme know!! I can hustle with the best of them. 🙂
My room mate and best friend, claire, and I have started a 12 day series called “Bath Time Fun”. Last week while spending too much money at walgreens with Kathleen, we stumbled across sponge animals that expand in water. I give you Instant Critters:
So every evening claire and I will drop a capsule into a bowl of warm water and try and guess what animal friend it will expand into. This evening’s challenge kept the score at 0-0 with claire guessing it was a buffalo and me guessing it was a grizzly bear. Only to find it was a motherfucking deer.
We even have a score board in the kitchen. Tomorrow one of us may very well pull ahead. Tune in.