Saturday, July 28, 2007

Just Survive

The littlest things are always what make my days terrible - it's never something huge. I didn't tell Elise I wasn't going to be in all next week until today... and she was kind of mad. And I had to work from 9 am to 2:30 pm at EMI, then 4 pm to 1:30 am at the parlor and it was the busiest there that it's been since FanFare. And I misunderstood my mom and thought she was coming tonight, when she's really coming tomorrow night and Jan and Richard are out of town, I can't get ahold of them, and they have someone coming in to turn on the alarm tomorrow morning because they thought I'd be gone.

But a girl with a heart on her face seemed to understand how I was feeling and whispered, "Survive," as I handed her her change. I wished that I could wear my heart on my face too, instead of on my sleeve like usual. Alsoran says the best place to put it is on the tip of your nose, but I think this girl might be on to something.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Harry Potter you're my magical hero in this muggle world I live in

Harry Potter is over, my mom is coming next week, and the night outside is perfect. My life seems to be one big lazy Sunday afternoon with all the time in the world for me to loll about and daydream about Harry Potter. I love the concept of contentment.

The release of the last Harry Potter book, if you're wondering, was amazing, brilliant, and tragic. Emily and I dressed up (for the last time, I kept reminding myself) and attended as Tonks and Luna Lovegood, complete with hot pink hair and lion head tied to a witches hat, respectively. I had so many people come up to me saying they loved my costume, and two people even asked to take their picture with me! I was Luna.

When midnight came, Em and I were about the 12th in line to get our books - we had gotten there an hour before the store opened to ensure that we were first to get our bracelet that told us which group we'd get our books in. I made friends with lots of fellow Nashville-Harry Potter lovers, including a 6-year-old black girl dressed as Hermione who not only was adorable and hilarious, but ALSO knew her Harry Potter. When a little girl dressed as a dementor came near us and I said, "Oh no, Hermione! Do the Patronus charm!" she IMMEDIATELY pulled out a wand she had just constructed out of pipe cleaners and brown tape and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!!" That girl was AWESOME.

My manager at work keeps asking if I want to see Harry Potter naked. He kind of ruins the magic.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Why I Always Ask for a Cup

Sugar cones are the devil. Seriously, I hate them.

Why, you ask, do I have this unnatural defiance related towards such a harmless and arguably delectable treat?

Oh, I'll tell you.

Ok, so it starts out with the Ice Cream parlor. Most of my stories nowadays seem to. So I've never really enjoyed the sugar cone, anyway. It was always thrust upon me when my family would take Sunday afternoon excursions to Baskin Robins, but I never really enjoyed them - but I didn't really hate them either. It was just a sort of unquestioned acceptance - this is what you eat ice cream out of. Ha!

Let me list its vices:

- The narrowness
It is extremely difficult to pile ice cream on top of a sugar cone without it all falling off. I don't know if people realize this, but every other cone offered is easier to eat from and put ice cream on. Come on people, use your sense.

- Its amazing ability to crumble under pressure
I can't count the times that I've handed a sugar cone piled high with some nonsense only to have it be crushed in the hands of an eager customer. First of all, cones are made from thin wafer - gripping it as tightly as you can might not be the smartest idea you could have. And second, the cones are too small to be holding all that ice cream and succombing to your handgrip of death. Get it in a bowl.

- People calling it "the regular cone" even though it's NOT and the name is right in front of them it costs them extra anyway:
I get angry just thinking about this one. When all you say is, "I want chocolate chip ice cream," and then look at me reproachfully like, "Well, what are you waiting for?" ... I get annoyed. And then when I ask wearily, "Cup or cone?" and when all you says is, "Cone,"... guys. There are 4 different types of cones, they are all right in front of you and then when you don't even look at them and just say "the regular one" and get MAD that I gave you a different cone than you were thinking of... Where does it say regular cone?! Nowhere! We don't sell one! You only have 4 options, none of which anywhere says regular!!

Seriously, who knew ice cream could conjure up these feelings of hatred?

Thursday, July 12, 2007

The light of the moon leads the way for the morning

So I'm at EMI right now.

Elise, who I work for, is sick. Vanessa, who Elise works for, is gone. Thiele, who is BA and works for no one is probably playing ping pong. And I am updating my blog. What a life.

O.M.G.

So Bryan (who Vanessa works for) just came up to me and said that if they'll let him, he's going to take me to help out with a video shoot for Amy-effing-Grant!!! (I added the effing - he just said Amy). But seriously. Guys. She's the freaking poster child of CCM... hold on, that girl IS CCM. Wow.

But anyway, now that I'm all giddy with anticipation, I have another piece of news to excite me - I'm seeing RYAN ADAMS tonight in Memphis!! Me and another intern here, Sam, are driving up and basically are going to have a better time tonight than anyone who reads this. Anyone who reads this is guaranteed to have a boring night anyway.

Well I'm tired of pretending to work. I'm going to go eat some foodables and pray that I have enough strength to get through the crazy days ahead... pretty much this week/weekend means no sleep for me. And then Emily comes Sunday when I'll be good and dead. Perfection.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Two hearts, one of them will break

Yesterday was the 4th of July. Of course I had to work at the ice cream place. But I had a fairly fun time -- there's a new hippie girl who I could envision being friends with (as opposed to the Loony Lovegood-esque Jessica) and Mike gave me a project. "I want you to make yourself a waffle cone and walk around outside near large groups of kids." OK! That's my kind of project. Hippie girl is a vegan so she didn't get to participate. Too bad.

After I got off at 9, Sam, Peter, and Jim met me for fireworks ovah the rivah. I took lots of pictures to preserve memories, don't worry.

Thyme and mushrooms have a natural affinity, the lady on the food network just told me. Huh.

EmmyB is coming to love me for a week! We're going to do awesome Nashville things like watch TV and knit together. Well, I don't know if she can knit, but she'll probably journal, and I'll knit, and we can both watch the Food Network. No, but seriously, this will be the best ever.

P.S. On that one new Ryan Adams song "Two Hearts" I thought he was saying "two hearts, one of them a brain" and I kept thinking of the Wizard of Oz.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Is this the part where you let go?

Alton Brown apparently works on the Food Network show trying to find the next food star... and all I have to say is, he's not the jovial man he portrays on his own show. I'd be afraid to meet him in a dark alley at night. I'd be afraid of some sarcastic remark - or a mugging. But I'd be afraid of a mugging no matter who I met.

So I've found out that in the south, bugs are not only more plentiful, but they also leave larger marks of their presence. I have a mosquito bite in my thumb that's roughly the size of a golf ball. Well, at least a nickel. A nickel that is red and blotchy and itches really bad.

Bugs are also more bold. As I was getting into my sweet ride this evening, a lightning bug came up at of nowhere and hovered at eye level, staring at me. I was kind of taken aback, I mean, when's the last time a firefly wanted to make contact with you? But I decided I didn't care, got into my car, and drove to Target.

That's all.