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So.. you know how girls get all weird and freak out and lose it for that "R-Patz" guy, the pale dude from the Twilight movies? (who is so not attractive... hello, what's the big deal)
I think I know how they feel. Ahhhhh.
We were watching some older 30 Rock episodes last night.. the one where Liz tries to get with her new neighbor by opening his mail and learning about him. The first time she goes to his apartment and he opens the door -- I gasp and my hands fly to my cheeks. "OH MY GOSH!" I say, out loud. It's Jon Hamm. AKA Don Freaking Draper.
My blood boiled a little. I mean............. He is a lotta lotta man. (Albeit not a very noble one, Don Draper.) But boy even seeing him out of the Mad Men context, I kinda freaked. He's so...... striking. So tall and serious, mysterious and tortured and interesting. Strong. Is that why girls love that stupid pale actor so much?... because their hearts skip a beat when they see his face? What the heck.
I never understood the obsession over that pale vampire character... its beyond annoying. But suddenly I think maybe I know what an attraction to a fictional character is like..........................
and I'm embarrassed. A little. But Don Draper.... shoot.
lord have mercy.
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| oh man. my sweet mama sent to work a dish of her homemade harira for me for lunch! sooo good! it's the color of pumpkin but it's made of turmeric, cinnamon, garbanzos, orzo, dates... such a comforting fall food. i'm wearing flannel to work today, too, which i thought was appropriate for this blustery autumn day. and good thing. cause i spent an hour blowing leaves off the parking lot...... oh the glamorous life in the graphic design industry.
fall gets me excited for some reason. and it's especially cozy in our new place. plus there are like 395,197 different ways we can light the apartment with all our window options, which suits any level of coziness. my favorite right now is opening the top 12 feet of our window wall blinds to let the light into the loft and pulling the lower window blinds up so i can see the rain dumping outside and because wallace likes having a window to look out that is just his height (or lack thereof) ('bout six inches). i dont even have to turn lights on. isnt that awesome? even if it's dark and rainy out. also being on the second floor rules so far because standing barefoot on the kitchen floor just isn't cold! isnt that awesome too? i have only turned on the heat twice for like ten minutes the whole almost week we've been living there. gotta admit, insulation was a great invention. too bad our old apartment was built back in the dark ages.
I AM SO HAPPY to be out of that place.
there's still a carload or two to go and then cleaning :( but then we will be FREE. forever!
also, because i'm awesome i backed my truck into the pole that holds up my new parking space under the carport. there's a paint scratch on the fender :( a little dent, and the front bumper is all crooked. i'm so bummed. I HATE throwing money away. for stupid things. plus that truck is the only vehicle i've ever owned that didn't have something wrong with it. it was actually perfect when i bought it. and now it's not. and i'm pretty sad.
tonight i'm planning to make my first real REAL dinner in my new kitchen :) :) i cant tell you how great my new kitchen is. it's actually extremely average. not even that nice in the scheme of kitchens probably. but my old kitchen was sooo dysfunctional, leaky and damp, old and creaky and small and retarded and dungeon-like it's amazing anything yummy ever came out of it. i did make dinner the other night, technically, in my new kitchen, but we only had a few minutes to eat, and it was an easy dish -- roasted tomatoes over mahi mahi -- so i'm not counting it, plus astonishingly nathan threw his mahi mahi out. i seriously was a little hurt. i rarely make awful dinners and i thought it was yummy. and the fillets were kinda spendy. whatever man. i'm excited to cook for REALS tonight.
total dead-arm from working the leafblower.
cant wait to get home and see my pup and get some crap done. i'm really looking forward to this week being over... when it is, i wont have an old apartment to clean. and i'll be on my way to brooklyn :) :)
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being home schooled catches the hell up with me sometimes.
sometimes i feel like i should write about it or something. just because i probably have some of the most unusual, bizarre experiences because of what i was and was not exposed to growing up. i think it would be honest to say that part of the reason my parents home schooled us was to shelter us from certain things. and it worked. but guess what: NOT FOREVER. someday we all grow up and move out and do things on our own and, like... join the workforce. we're hit with all the ugliness the world has to offer whether we're ready for it or not. and frankly i think i'd rather be ready for it. it was a major culture shock when, for example, i started having friends outside of homeschooling groups or church (read: the only friends i'd had, my whole life until 11th grade). i really was so naive about so much, and still learn, frequently, that i still am. things that are probably so commonplace surprise me. its a very weird feeling. i don't really like it.
i also am like, way behind the growing-up curve in a lot of ways. uhhh. things most people experienced in their teens, i am still working on getting used to. like alcohol, there's an example. i never even went to college, never got that whole kind of experience, which i am fine with, but yeah, it catches up with me sometimes. nathan taught me to love good craft beers, and he taught me that there are people in the world who drink beer because they love the taste and not just to git crunk. and i like red wine even though i really dont know jack about it, and i don't like to spend a lot of money on it. and i like greyhounds but i couldn't probably taste the difference between one vodka or another. ehhh.
so ok, example of my being behind the curve. the other weekend, nathan and i went with two dear friends up to our FAVorite english-style pub in portland... we made an hour's drive just to be where the boddingtons is on tap, and where there are scotch eggs and bangers and mash and brown sauce and delicious heads of roasted garlic in the baked brie. yummmm FAVORITE. we had a lovely time and some other portlander friends of ours joined us for a while, and there were so many amazing beers we'd all never tasted that we all wanted to taste:: amber had two pints, and nathan and jay and i each had three over the hours of the evening. and they were out of boddingtons, so i tasted three new brews!
wellllllll when we got back to our place hours later and nathan started making manhattans and it was dark and quiet in the living room (but not too quiet, because jay is never quiet) compared to the pub and we were sitting around talking, i totally started to doze off a little. it was at least 12:30 or so, later than i usually stay up, and a friday, so my tired-est day of the week. jay's a punk so he tried to clap in front of my face a couple times to wake me up. i tried to. my eyelids were SO heavy. i could not fight it. i dont remember anything at all after that except that at some point, minutes, hours later, i don't know, nathan and i were getting off the couch and heading for pjs and bed. jay and amber were gone. i did not remember them leaving. not even a little bit. i did not remember how long they had stayed, or how jay's loud farewells hadn't woken me up even a little. it was soooooo lame. i am so lame!! i slept right through our friend's departure.
how pitiful i must have looked slumped over, passed out on the couch. freaking a, man. i about wanted to die of embarrassment. what kind of lightweight parties and then passes out that hard after THREE PINTS? lord help us.
nathan kindly and sincerely told me that the only person who thought my actions were embarrassing was me; i believe his words, i really do. but i still feel slightly ashamed. that's not to say that i was drunk. i was not. but definitely not my proudest moment, right?! oh don't mind sophie, she's a lightweight. wow. just wow.
if there are any things a little alcohol does to sophie:: makes me giggle more, makes me want to make out with nathan more, and makes me very sleepy if i'm sitting still and not doing anything to keep me awake. which reminds me specifically of my very first alcoholic drink ever. it was my 21st birthday (soooo cliche). my "friend", who we will call steve even though that is not his name (i'll give him the dignity of anonymity i guess), took me to a seedy smokey icky bar which, coincidentally, is located just on the other side of the next-door apartment complex from where we now live. yep. went there once as a patron, now deal with overflow parking of drunkards and 2am show-off motorcyclists revving their engines every weekend. [the bottles get picked up every tuesday at 6am and hell if that doesnt scare the POOP out of me when i hear all that glass breaking from a deep sleep. couldn't they do that later in the day!?] [once nathan and i came home from a movie, before he lived in our apartment and could park in the lot, back when had to park on the street, and found a very drunk individual sitting on the hood of his car. nathan flipped. the guy wouldnt budge. we finally figured out he had no shoes on. and he didn't want to walk over the gravel. we do have the cops programmed into our phones. such a great 'hood.] ANYWAY, "steve" and i go to this bar on my 21st birthday. i did not intend or desire to celebrate my 21 years by drinking, but he begged and begged, and i realize with distaste now that he probably hoped i would get drunk (and drunk enough to make some very bad choices: dude definitely had the hots for me through high school and beyond. even sent me love letters from jail once. classy). so i said i would go to seedy bar, not knowing what to expect, being so naive and young and foolish. "steve" ordered me an "AMF". i didnt know what the hell i wanted to drink, i knew nothing about wine, beer, or cocktails, nothing. so i let him order me this monstrosity. it was bright blue and tasted like kool-aid, i drank it. it was ok i guess. it didnt "taste" like alcohol so i didn't worry (HA. HA). the bar stunk and i didnt like watching "steve" play pool, i was getting bored, and i knew i had plans with nathan later on that night (sweet nathan, our working-on-being-friends friendship at that time was so fragile and i loved him so much i would do anything), and i really wanted to get going. toward the bottom of my drink, however, i remember saying:: "i'm so sleepy, i wish i could lay down." literally had not tasted alcohol before in my life and did not know why i felt so tired. it was probably 8:30ish. we moved to a semi-circle booth (place was packed) (NOT) and i sunk down in the cushions. i felt a little dizzy and said so. he immediately ordered me a jack and coke. that jerk. i did not drink it, i refused, he said he didnt want it to go to waste, so he drank it, then i demanded we go home. i had smoke in my hair and i was mad. i didnt want nathan to think i had been out boozing it up. ugh.
anyway, so there's how you know what alcohol does to me. sleepy sophie. combine a drink or maybe two and a day later in the week when lack of sleep is beginning to catch up with me and i will be OUT.
its a little embarrassing. think about an 18-year-old passed out on the couch from too much beer, and no one will think twice, but a 25-year-old? that's just slightly irresponsible. and not at all attractive.
sigh.
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dear white leather pumas with hot pink seude accents because pink is my favorite color;
yes you are probably the coolest shoes i own. and i know i dont wear you enough but.... why in the hell can you not stay TIED?!
love sophie.
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i just got an email from the girl who convinced nathan to break up with me 5.5 years ago.
"just saw your last name... i didnt know you guys got hitched!"
yeah, despite your best efforts, we did get hitched. thanks for the breakup, by the way. that was real fun. especially your hugs and consolations of "it's God's plan, don't cry."
oh yeah. she was my friend and roommate at the time. HAHA
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