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Folks just added to my friends list:
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Kim made the cut because sometimes fake LJ's are actually pretty funny. E made the cut because he commented on my journal twice, never heard from him again, he only updates every few days, but he seems like an alright guy. Let's see if he reciprocates.

Communities I joined today:
the aforementioned and

Do you think SFU fans could become the new Trekkies? or X-Philes? I might possibly be headed down that path. When I searched for it on LJ it pointed me to some site that's holding a fan meet up or some such nonsense. What exactly would happen there? I'm not too curious to find out.
I don't like SUVs. Actually I don't like big cars, period. I really don't even like cars or driving, as many of you well know. I'm a little wary of the use of the word “jihad” but ripping on SUVs allows me to overlook it.

I'm sure many of you read my entry from earlier today and had a little chuckle to yourselves…

“Oh, look at all of the things that Kelly thinks that she's going to get done today. What a darling little moron.”
*grumble*
Well, I did use up the rest of that film and call the day care center. Laundry and cleaning can go to hell. The baby was resisting his nap and I really didn't want to call a potential employer and have to talk with the sound of a screeching toddler in the background. I finally got him to go to sleep but now I've lost my nerve. I'm really bad about calling people in any kind of employment capacity. I get really nervous. I should just do it but it is kind of late now. I'm a pussy. What am I going to do with myself?

On a sidenote, I ate tuna fish for lunch and now I kind of don't want to be around myself.

I joined a Six Feet Under community, , but I don't know if I like it or not. There's too many members and they seem very argumentative. I was toying with the idea of starting my own but I don't know if it would really be worthwhile.
Last night's episode, by the way, was truly stellar. I really want Lauren Ambrose to just come live with me.
Uhhh, my train of thought derailed.

My son is double-fisting sippy cups right now. What a weirdo.
Things I'm going to be doing today:
-Call that nice day care center that I went to the other day to get their official literature and possibly set up an appointment to meet with the director.

-Call about a couple of jobs that I saw in the paper yesterday. There was one that I was pretty interested in but I'm pretty sure it requires a driver's license. Argh. Which reminds me…

-I need to get in touch with Stacey about practicing on her car so that I can get said license. I don't know what that girl's deal is. She's been downright dodgy the past few weeks.
There really needs to be some sort of liberal arts driving exam for retards like me. Like, can't I write an essay or something?

-Laundry (of course)

-Running the vacuum cleaner in my bedroom.

Edit: I also need to use up the rest of a roll of B&W film that I have in my camera. Maybe if my son quits flipping out every time that he drops a Lego we'll go outside and do a photo session. Natural light on B&W photos looks so bomb.

-Maybe cleaning the bathroom.

Funny story…well, not really. When I went to the bathroom last night I noticed that the toilet seat now has a big crack running horizontally on the right side. So now when anyone sits down to do their business they get pinched on their upper thigh. My mom got way too angry about this most recent home improvement development. I think she was in a bad mood because my grandmother, as per her usual, came over and was badgering my mother about stuff that she has to do to the house, mostly in the name of making it look “nice.” She's making my mom put this hideous deck in the backyard. It's going to be way too huge for the house and I know it's going to look ridiculous. We have a small house. Deal! If my mom wanted a bigger house I don't know why she wouldn't just buy a bigger house instead of buying a tiny one and adding stuff on to it so that it looks like it might fall over.
My grandmother also wanted my mom to buy this 3-feet-high statue to put in the yard. I jokingly asked, “Is it of the Virgin Mary?” My grandmother seriously answered me, “No, St. Francis.” What is going on? Lawn decorations are tacky, period, but especially so when they're religious. No class, no class. tsk tsk.
ergh, better get moving.

my eyes are all watery.

Holy christ. I fell asleep last night around 11:45, woke up at 3 a.m., and couldn't go back to sleep until around 6:30 a.m. I got up for the day around 9:45. I'm pretty tired.
I hate when I have nights like that. I woke up because the boyfriend was getting ready to go to bed and woke me up by fumbling with the clock radio trying to get Jwan's radio show to come through. Then, 23 and 1/2 years into his life and almost 3 years into sharing the same bed every night, the boyfriend decided to start snoring. Loudly. Few things are sexier than the sound of trapped air struggling to make out of your man's mouth and nose. blech. I kept telling him to turn over onto his side because sleeping on his back was obviously life-threatening. Then my mind started racing. Then I peed. Then I turned on the TV and watched friggin' Dangerous Minds for about 45 minutes (what a crap movie). Then the birds started chirping. When I finally did fall asleep I had the strangest dream ever. I don't even feel like trying to explain it.
grumble.

I took my medicine around 7 p.m. and I feel like I've been carrying cement blocks around my neck ever since then.
What was really amusing was when I opened the bottle to discover that my $76 had bought me five pills. FIVE PILLS! That's it! That's a little over $15 a pill. Jeebus.

Anyway…uh…I took a Gallup Poll this evening. Does that make me a bad person? I honestly don't know so I'm just checking.
It took way longer than I thought it would and the guy that was feeding me the questions was really hard to understand. He also kept screwing up and saying discouraging things like, “Oh, I put those couple of answers in for the wrong questions.” yeesh. He asked me a bunch of questions about real estate companies, most of which I just passed because I really don't know anything about them yet. I haven't dived into the hell that is house-shopping. Then a bunch of questions about pharmaceutical companies and health insurance companies. A lot of my answers were very commie-vescent. The poll giver was amused. Then some questions about food which were just kind of confusing. I'm pretty sure I provided a number of contradictions but oh well. Polls are crap anyway.

Sigh. My mom's out for drinks with an old friend and the boyfriend is at Sauce with Jwan. The baby is upstairs asleep and I'm just sort of sitting here blinking.

I suck.

Verizon being a bunch of tools
My bladder
My bladder medication costing $76…out of pocket
My bladder medication causes drowsiness so I can't take it until bedtime

Stuff that made me pretty happy today:
My son's insurance stuff came in the mail.
Eddie Izzard tickets also came in the mail…now I just have to not lose them until October. yikes.

Insurance. What a bitch. I think my column for this Monday will be about health as a privilege and not a right. Because really, when you think about it, that's really fucked up.

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Half of the time the pages won't even load. Today my Friends page is missing a few days.

It goes from May 27 to May 30. Very mysterious.

Last night my mom, the baby, and I went to the Church Brew Works to meet with some old friends from the ballet. It was a pretty fun gathering and not nearly as uncomfortable as I was anticipating. The people we were meeting were all former teachers/administrative staff from PBT. My mom used to work there so was better friends with them than I was. I was mostly there to visit on a former student basis.
Gathered were David, the former school director; Mary, current modern dance teacher;
Janet, former dancer with the company and current ballet teacher; Nancy, admin; Kristen, former ballet teacher; Randy, kick ass photographer; Bonnie, parent/volunteer/admin person…uh, I think that's it.
I will admit that my initial fear was that everyone would look at me, remember me as the skinny dancer and be shocked at how…curvy I've become. But I resolved to not let that bother me. I was also concerned at the inevitable comparison between me and my classmates…you know, see how my post-ballet life stacks up to that of the people I graduated high school with. A total waste of though and energy, yes, I agree, but still there.
But I guess since seven years and a billion changes have passed since I was last in any kind of relationship with these people everything was much more relaxed. They were blown away by my son. Everyone thought that he was just the most darling little boy that they had ever seen. They were really glad that I had graduated college and was getting ready to start out in “the real world.”

Thinking back on it now, I realize that there was an overwhelming lack of regret which felt so good. Everyone there had left or was in the process of leaving PBT and was comfortable with that decision. Good and bad things had happened since then but they're dealing. I guess it's hard to explain to you, my live journal audience, what PBT was like and what the people who live life through that place are like. It's just very very strange.
It was also sad to hear all of the business woes that PBT is having under the managing director. Basically, the powers that be have said to hell with artistic integrity and are now only worried about PBT's viability as a business. I'd read what little coverage the troubles have had in the newspaper but it's a much more dire story to hear it from those who have been/are in the trenches. It's safe to say that at the current pace, Pittsburgh will be without its major ballet company in a few years. Perhaps at times like these most folks would be inclined to say, “Who cares about some measly ballet company?” It probably is last on the list of priorities, but I'm always wary when people are ready and willing to give the arts the axe. If not for the arts, who will give us unbiased commentary on life and the culture around us?
*end artsy fartsy rant*
But besides all that, I had the best salad ever.
It was also good to reconnect with people who will be able to help me personally and professionally along the way.
I was pretty exhausted when we got home. The baby and I walked with the boyfriend up to the pizza shop so that he could get a hoagie. My bladder let me know of its presence by sending some stabbing pains my way. fucker.
I gave the baby a bath, put him to bed and then just plopped down in my room without doing any cleaning up or anything. We watched Elimidate and tried to brainstorm some creative new episodes. The best one was having a goth edition of Elimidate. Just think about the possibilities. I think it would be really funny. You could also follow that with a candy raver edition, a redneck edition, electroclash edition, hipster edition….just run through all the subcultures. classic.
Alright, my kid stinks and he's having some issues with his Duplo blocks.

My son just found an M&M on the floor and ate half of it. I took it off of him. As he continued chewing he looked at me and said, “mmmm.”
crap.
A candy addict is born.
I'm a horrible mother.