The cable. It is done.
What started out as an innocent phone call to Comcast last Thursday about possibly terminating cable service in the next week or so turned into the bastard pulling the plug while I was on the phone. While I was watching the last ten minutes of All My Children. The horror! Imagine being a smoker, casually talking about how you'd like to quit, and out of nowhere somebody SHAMELESSLY rips the lit cigarette from your fingers and CRUSHES IT INTO THE GROUND.
While trying to cope with this new sense of loss, I traveled to Chicago this weekend to visit with family and friends--OK, I came in to recolor my hair but thought I would stick around to visit with family and friends--and found out my sister is continuing to get dumped on with all kinds of "assvice" (coined by Amalah) about the wedding. (Which, by the way, is this Friday, which, OH MY GOD.) If one more person says one more thing to make my sister cry, I will choke them to death with my cable cord. God knows I don't need it for cable.
I also had a mini-breakdown, if "mini" means sobbing for three hours about wedding shenanigans, averaging 300 miles per weekend on your car, and missing the boyfriend who has yet to join you in Indianapolis. You know, the usual. I am trying to stay positive, but it's been hard. I've actually considered whether or not this whole "great job in Indy" thing will work out. Life would be much easier if I had somebody other than Harry Potter to comfort me in my zip code, but even he's preoccupied, what with this whole Half-Blood Prince business.
On that note, have a happy day, everyone!
First and foremost: I haven't started HP yet!!!!!!!! I've done sooooo well avoiding all news elements that might reveal anything to me... I never thought I'd find it on your blog... at least not until you had a post titled "I'm finally done with Book 6," in which case I could promptly stop reading until I finished it myself.
:(
Other matters of importance: I'm really sorry about your breakdown... it's really hard not to have anyone important near you. But soon Ryan will be at IU and quality sister time will abound. If you ever want to whine about how much it sucks living away from your family and friends... holla at your girl. Lord knows I've gone through my fair share of depression and mini (some not so mini) breakdowns since becoming a full-time Rensselaer resident.
Your fabulous job in Indy is totally worth it - just remember your nationally published urine article! You'd never have had an opportunity like that at your old job. SJC doesn't care about urine testing, and they're not going to pay someone to write about it.
Hope things perk up for you real soon.
Posted by: Becky | August 15, 2005 at 05:13 PM
1) yeah....you should work on warning people about your HP spoilers. If I were in Becky's shoes, I'd consider that grounds for an ass-beating....but the again, if I were in Becky's shoes, I'd probably stop getting sideways glances from her co-workers about my 8-year-old sandals. :)
2) holla at your girl!!
3) I totally feel for you....if I lost my cable, I'd probably cry.
4) I like the word "assvice"...another good one is when a relationship goes bad, you can then call it a "relationshit"!
Posted by: Phil | August 15, 2005 at 05:30 PM
OK, OK, I've removed it!
Posted by: Frema | August 15, 2005 at 05:32 PM
So which one of you ain't no hollaback girl then?
Posted by: Luke | August 15, 2005 at 09:05 PM
I am having some trouble with ass too, but what is it called when it's not really assvice, but just conversation with someone who can be ass-ish? CoversASStion?
Posted by: Liz | August 16, 2005 at 12:04 PM
Whether it is just conversation or giving advice, sometimes people are just too DICKtatorial.
Sorry Frema, I could not resist.
I hope things look better on this Tuesday.
mjd
Posted by: Anonymous | August 16, 2005 at 12:18 PM
Wait until she has kids with all the assvice she will get. She shouldn't get upset when people say shit let it go in one ear and out the other. If she gets upset whenever people give advice then she will never be happy. She shouldn't be so emotional.
Posted by: Anonymous | August 16, 2005 at 06:31 PM
Well, when people who are supposed to love you can't stop picking at your hair, your guest list, your song list, your registry list, almost every day for three months, and THEN tell you that you'll never enjoy your wedding, we'll see how strong you are. Sheesh. People aren't made of stone.
Posted by: Frema | August 16, 2005 at 06:34 PM
P.S. Who tells a bride not to get emotional about her WEDDING DAY?
Posted by: Frema | August 16, 2005 at 06:38 PM
I'm glad i went to Vegas
Posted by: Anonymous | August 16, 2005 at 06:42 PM
Frema,
I finished Half Blood Prince. Have you? I don't even want to talk about the end. The last 50 pages may have scarred me forever.
-phil
Posted by: Phil | August 17, 2005 at 04:25 PM