So at least I cleaned the ever-lovin' shit out of my house. I EVEN FOLDED ALL OF MY CLOTHES AND PUT THEM AWAY AND PUT THE DIRTY ONES IN THE PROPER RECEPTACLES. I EVEN EMPTIED MY ASHTRAYS. I EVEN
BATHED AMON AND BRUSHED HIM AND TRIMMED HIS NAILS AND NOW HE IS FLUFFY AND BEAUTIFUL :D :D :DNow I'm like, "Hmm, should I cook or play video games?" I have little to no life. Then again, it's not so bad. I kind of like hermitting it up in my home. I'm venturing out to my brother's house tonight for some epic hockey fuckery. Also, I will get to view my hijacked tulip.
STORY TIMEI started working at Starbucks in March of '04. There was this really nice old man who used to come in really regularly (and when he stopped coming in, I assume it was because he DIED ;_;). He volunteered/worked out at Botanica, which is Wichita's botanical gardens complex. He'd been doing it for like thirty years or something. He always talked about all the neat flowers they had there, and all of the neat plants, and told me when stuff was blooming or in season. I always lamented to him how I'd always wanted a giant, insane garden with about 987856758 different kind of plants in it. I talked about how I lived at my brother's house, and while he had a front flower bed, it was in bad shape because some canna had basically taken it over. (I tried to dig said canna out, but they were all rotten under the ground and shit and it was HIDEOUS, so I gave up.)
Botanica is kind of all uppity about their tulip displays in the spring or whatever. So one day, this old man comes in with a Dillon's bag knotted up (Dillon's is the local supermarket). He's all furtive and secretive, and ushers me over with this O_O look on his face. The Dillon's bag contained DUG UP TULIP BULBS, three or four of them, that'd he'd more or less STOLEN from Botanica for me. I was pretty flattered (and kind of LOLing, he was acting like it was an illicit drug deal). He said they were some crazy rare hybrid tulip from Holland and they were really expensive, to take them home and put them back in the ground immediately. He told me I wouldn't see them until next year, but that they were beautiful.
So I took the pilfered bulbs home and stuck 'em in the ground in the front flower bed next to the offensive canna. Next year, I saw JACK SHIT. I was bummed. I figured I'd had them out of the ground too long and they'd died or something. The entire time I lived with my brother I didn't see a thing, and after I moved out, there was nothing.
BUT THEN. Last year, my brother and Jennie (his ex-girlfriend) noticed something in the front flower bed. "WTF? I didn't plant no steeken tulips!" my brother exclaimed. LO AND BEHOLD,
one tulip had survived to bloom! I've never even seen the damn thing. According to my brother, it's yellow and orange and a little bit pink. Apparently it just came up a few days ago, so I'll get to see it when I go over there tonight. !!!!!! I am so excited! I told Colin that when I have a home of my own I am
so coming over and digging that damn tulip up and planting it in my own yard. Colin's like, "But what if I like it?" I was like, "I CARE NOT. I will come under the cover of
motherfucking night and dig it up, if I have to."
It's come to that. Sibling war over a stolen tulip. ...I mean, hey. It's mine. Some craggy old Botanica dad stole it for ME. So there.
END STORY.Trauma Center is
hard, you guys. I think I've killed each patient about fifteen times before I finally save them. SMF did much laughing this morning as he watched lulzy ESPN Radio shit on YouTube, for I was overheard to shout "AMON! NO! GET DOWN! MOMMY IS TRYING TO
SAVE LIVES, HERE! IT'S SERIOUS BUSINESS!" Not to mention I was close to actually beating a level without having killed the patient first! That's a pretty remarkable achievement for me!
ADDENDUM, 4:06 PM: This video is hilarious in a very blunt and semi-true way. I giggled a lot while watching it; certainly everyone has known someone like this.
HURRY! HURRY UP AND SETTLE FOR SOMEONE!
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