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weekend haps
Aug. 26th, 2002 12:50 amJust finished up watching the FX movie about Bobby Kennedy and man, I don't know what it is -- maybe the combination of being Irish, Catholic, from the Northeast and also a member of a close extended family -- but the Kennedys just kill me every time. I remember when John Jr. went down in his plane a couple years ago, I had to go in to work for my summer job and called home every ten minutes to see if they had found him floating safe and sound off the coast of Nantucket or something. It's like they're family: I don't care what they do, what trouble they get in, no matter what, I will always love the Kennedys. They're like my long-lost third cousins twice removed and you know, family's family. Family can do no wrong. Ergo the Kennedys can do no wrong. See, my insane devotion makes sense!
Anyway, the RFK thing: I am in no means an unbiased person when it comes to Kennedy-based productions, so I say nothing. I was into it. I may or may not have cried a few times. Again, remember the Kennedy fixation. They are my people! If only they would realize this and bestow upon me a small chunk of the family fortune.
My day contained two exciting events that both centered around trips to the grocery store. Trips as in multiple journeys; I had to go twice, which was annoying but not unfamiliar. I routinely visit the grocery store multiple times a day because I always, always, always forget stuff. Even when I have a list. Often when I have a list. Today I even forgot something on my second trip but was too lazy to go back for it.
Anyway! I was in a bit of a funk on the way to the store, but then I heard Elvis's "In the Ghetto" on the oldies station and that perked me right up. Is that not the funniest song ever? I believe it's from that fabulous Elvis film co-starring Mary Tyler Moore as an undercover nun, Change of Habit. Also highly recommended.
Speaking of unintentionally funny songs, does anyone else out there crack up whenever they hear that song "Hero" from the Spiderman soundtrack? There's just something about the rugged, impassioned delivery that cracks me up every time. I swear, it doesn't get much better than to be sitting in my car, over-emoting with sweeping hand gestures while belting out "love would all save us/but how could that be/look what love gave us/a world full of killing/and bloodspilling/and blah blah." Good times, man. I lead a very full life.
Anyway! As I was saying! Exciting Grocery Store Event Numero Uno: I used the sticker machine on the way out of the grocery store because how much self control do I have? If you answered "none," boys and girls, you get the gold star! Bought yet another sticker, justifying the purchase with the thought that perhaps the sticker machine would one day run out and there would be no more *NSYNC stickers EVER! And how tragic would that be? I must take advantage of the sticker machine while I can! I put in my fifty cents and got ready to get my usual grainy super-early Sync sticker and what did I get? Why a NO STRINGS ERA STICKER! How exciting is that?! I am thinking that perhaps they restocked the machine! With later pictures! Andtheyaresobeautiful! I was starting to think I had purchased all of the stickers in there, but now who knows how many mysterious No Strings era stickers there are in there? The possibilities are endless! How very exciting!
Again, I live a very thrilling life.
Then I came home and parked my car in its usual spot in the street and had a long internal debate over locking the doors. Honestly, I probably don't have to, since I live in a quiet neighborhood and really, there are far nicer cars, well, everywhere, so I doubt anyone's going to be taking mine. Anyway, I had an extended internal debate over car safety and maintenance (ultimately deciding to lock all doors to, if nothing else, create a good habit) before getting out to unload the groceries.
I went around to the back of the car and started unloading groceries out of the trunk, leaning a bit on the back of the car while doing so. "Hm," I thought to myself, "How odd. The car moved a little bit when I leaned in." I didn't think much of it and continued unloading, and then realized that the car WASN'T STOPPING. And then I looked into the car and saw that -- dun dun DUN! -- I hadn't put the emergency brake on! The car was rolling down the street and I had like six bags of groceries in my hands!
At first I did the most rational thing one could do in such a situation -- plant your feet, grab hold of the back of the car, and try to stop it with brute strength. This method apparently works only if one is a superhero, or at least a regular visitor to the gym. I then decided that I'd have to get in the car and turn off the brake that way, and spent like ten seconds trying to disengage all of the grocery bags from my wrists while watching the car slowly pick up speed. I got so that I only had the bag with the gallon of milk on my left arm and decided to throw caution to the wind and just jump into action with the milk attached to my arm.
Of course, immediately after jumping into action, the bag untangled and I ended up dropping the milk in the middle of the road before jogging (ok, not quite jogging, more like walking briskly) alongside the renegade station wagon. I cursed myself for letting Sensible!Jess win the internal car safety debate over Lazy!Jess, thusly making the whole deal even more annoying because I had to dig out my keys to get the stupid door open. It was very dramatic and action movie-esque, except for the part where there was no real danger and the whole episode was moving at a snail's pace.
Anyhoo, in the end I emerged triumphant! I stopped the car, kicked it into reverse and backed the car back into its original spot with the driver's side door open, naturally knocking over the gallon of milk with said driver's side door along the way. (The milk remained unharmed. Those plastic gallon jugs are tough, man.)
Have to go back to work tomorrow, which means I have to go to bed at a sensible hour tonight, which makes me bitter and angry. I want to stay online! I want to read LJ! I owe people emails! There is all this fic out there I want to read but haven't had the chance to, what with work and seeing friends and chasing down renegade station wagons eating up my time!
Off to hit the sack. The sack=brother's couch, that is, since my parents have decided that my room smells too much like Raid for me to be sleeping in there. I'm all, thanks, guys, I've already been sleeping in there like three nights now. Thanks for the heads up, hope there is no irreparable brain damage.
Off to the vaguely smelly couch!
Anyway, the RFK thing: I am in no means an unbiased person when it comes to Kennedy-based productions, so I say nothing. I was into it. I may or may not have cried a few times. Again, remember the Kennedy fixation. They are my people! If only they would realize this and bestow upon me a small chunk of the family fortune.
My day contained two exciting events that both centered around trips to the grocery store. Trips as in multiple journeys; I had to go twice, which was annoying but not unfamiliar. I routinely visit the grocery store multiple times a day because I always, always, always forget stuff. Even when I have a list. Often when I have a list. Today I even forgot something on my second trip but was too lazy to go back for it.
Anyway! I was in a bit of a funk on the way to the store, but then I heard Elvis's "In the Ghetto" on the oldies station and that perked me right up. Is that not the funniest song ever? I believe it's from that fabulous Elvis film co-starring Mary Tyler Moore as an undercover nun, Change of Habit. Also highly recommended.
Speaking of unintentionally funny songs, does anyone else out there crack up whenever they hear that song "Hero" from the Spiderman soundtrack? There's just something about the rugged, impassioned delivery that cracks me up every time. I swear, it doesn't get much better than to be sitting in my car, over-emoting with sweeping hand gestures while belting out "love would all save us/but how could that be/look what love gave us/a world full of killing/and bloodspilling/and blah blah." Good times, man. I lead a very full life.
Anyway! As I was saying! Exciting Grocery Store Event Numero Uno: I used the sticker machine on the way out of the grocery store because how much self control do I have? If you answered "none," boys and girls, you get the gold star! Bought yet another sticker, justifying the purchase with the thought that perhaps the sticker machine would one day run out and there would be no more *NSYNC stickers EVER! And how tragic would that be? I must take advantage of the sticker machine while I can! I put in my fifty cents and got ready to get my usual grainy super-early Sync sticker and what did I get? Why a NO STRINGS ERA STICKER! How exciting is that?! I am thinking that perhaps they restocked the machine! With later pictures! Andtheyaresobeautiful! I was starting to think I had purchased all of the stickers in there, but now who knows how many mysterious No Strings era stickers there are in there? The possibilities are endless! How very exciting!
Again, I live a very thrilling life.
Then I came home and parked my car in its usual spot in the street and had a long internal debate over locking the doors. Honestly, I probably don't have to, since I live in a quiet neighborhood and really, there are far nicer cars, well, everywhere, so I doubt anyone's going to be taking mine. Anyway, I had an extended internal debate over car safety and maintenance (ultimately deciding to lock all doors to, if nothing else, create a good habit) before getting out to unload the groceries.
I went around to the back of the car and started unloading groceries out of the trunk, leaning a bit on the back of the car while doing so. "Hm," I thought to myself, "How odd. The car moved a little bit when I leaned in." I didn't think much of it and continued unloading, and then realized that the car WASN'T STOPPING. And then I looked into the car and saw that -- dun dun DUN! -- I hadn't put the emergency brake on! The car was rolling down the street and I had like six bags of groceries in my hands!
At first I did the most rational thing one could do in such a situation -- plant your feet, grab hold of the back of the car, and try to stop it with brute strength. This method apparently works only if one is a superhero, or at least a regular visitor to the gym. I then decided that I'd have to get in the car and turn off the brake that way, and spent like ten seconds trying to disengage all of the grocery bags from my wrists while watching the car slowly pick up speed. I got so that I only had the bag with the gallon of milk on my left arm and decided to throw caution to the wind and just jump into action with the milk attached to my arm.
Of course, immediately after jumping into action, the bag untangled and I ended up dropping the milk in the middle of the road before jogging (ok, not quite jogging, more like walking briskly) alongside the renegade station wagon. I cursed myself for letting Sensible!Jess win the internal car safety debate over Lazy!Jess, thusly making the whole deal even more annoying because I had to dig out my keys to get the stupid door open. It was very dramatic and action movie-esque, except for the part where there was no real danger and the whole episode was moving at a snail's pace.
Anyhoo, in the end I emerged triumphant! I stopped the car, kicked it into reverse and backed the car back into its original spot with the driver's side door open, naturally knocking over the gallon of milk with said driver's side door along the way. (The milk remained unharmed. Those plastic gallon jugs are tough, man.)
Have to go back to work tomorrow, which means I have to go to bed at a sensible hour tonight, which makes me bitter and angry. I want to stay online! I want to read LJ! I owe people emails! There is all this fic out there I want to read but haven't had the chance to, what with work and seeing friends and chasing down renegade station wagons eating up my time!
Off to hit the sack. The sack=brother's couch, that is, since my parents have decided that my room smells too much like Raid for me to be sleeping in there. I'm all, thanks, guys, I've already been sleeping in there like three nights now. Thanks for the heads up, hope there is no irreparable brain damage.
Off to the vaguely smelly couch!
