I've got myself a stalker.  Believe me, I never wanted one and it scares me some.  I don't know who he is, which I guess makes him a good stalker because he knows quite a bit about me.  He calls me at work all the time.  I've never answered when he calls but he always asks for me and says that he will be in later.  Once he said his name was Jerry, tonight he said his name was Michael.  Maybe I have two.  I'm afraid he will call one day and the owners will answer and think I am having friends call me at work or something.  They would surely fire me for that considering they just fired a driver who has worked there for over a year for taking a sick day.  I really don't know why I'm the one with the stalker; there are plenty of other waitresses there.  I don't know how he even knows my name!  My Hero attracts a bunch of weirdos that's for sure.  Friday night a drunk fellow came in, asked me what state he was in and gave me a dollar for each time that I said yay.  He then freaked out at me for not remembering he was left handed and ran into the bathroom thinking it was the exit.  Then another drunk fellow came in asked if we accepted Hawk Dollars and if I wanted his number. No and no.

I feel like I should have more to tell.  Mostly, I go to school and then I go to work and make not enough money.  Twice this week there has been a party of 40 or more.  Monday there was a wedding party of 50 something and I got a $25 tip.  Totally not enough considering all that I had to do.  Tonight we had a party of 40 something rugby players.  There was another waitress there so it wasn't quite as much work.  However, they were terribly messy and smelled like a bunch of rugby players.  They left NO tip.  I couldn't believe it.

Thursday night two of the chefs, Duncan and Chris, hosted a poker playing night at their apartment.  We played with quarters and I started out with $7.  Pretty soon I had like, $29.  I was so pleased with myself.  Then before I knew it I had only $3 and a candy stomach ache.  It was a fun night though.  It was nice to hang out with people again, even though I think I weird them out a bunch. 

I've really grown to love grocery shopping.  I like to look through the weekly fliers and compare prices.  I like buying stuff on sale and I like using the self check out a bunch.  I like pushing the shopping cart and buying all the junk food that I want.  I like going home and putting away all of my groceries in an organized manner and i enjoy saving my receipts and adding up how much money I've saved.  I like to pretend I know how to cook and I also like that my standards for what I will eat have decreased greatly.  I bought some drinking glasses the other day and I'm so happy with them.  They all match.  I'm looking forward to getting some silverware that matches and one day perhaps some bowls that aren't plastic.

I bought a map today.  I'm excited for it to come.  I'm not sure why, it's nothing special..just your run of the mill world map.  The kind with all of the countries on it.

I've been thinking about getting a fish, I would much rather have a cat but I'm not allowed sadly.  I think a fish would be a nice enough pet, someone to keep my company at home and someone I could talk to if I wanted.  Fish are also pretty hardy pets, so it could fend for itself if need be.  If it can't, they're rather inexpensive to replace.  I think I want a goldfish.

At eleven yesterday morning, as I was trying to decide whether to get out of bed or not I got a telephone call. It was Eleanor from 'My Hero Pizzeria.' She was offering me a job! What a great relief that was even if I'll only be making $5/hour. I met with her and she seems a very unhappy woman with an inability to laugh. She informed me I would need black pants for waitressing so when I was done there I ran to the bus stop and got on a bus to Poughkeepsie. There was a woman beating her child and I just wished so badly she would do that in private. When in Poughkeepsie I had to take a another bus to the Galleria mall. The mall was way huge and I tried to move as quickly as possible, however pants shopping always serves as a reminder that I must be terribly deformed. My marfan syndrome legs looked like broken chopsticks. Sigh. To cheer myself up I went to a chinese restaurant and gorged myself with some sesame chicken. I didn't have time to chew my food because I had a bus to catch and as a result my esophagus is wounded.

I suppose there is more to tell you about, but I don't feel like it.

You should write me letters because I am awfully lonely most of the time.

10 Orchard Lane
New Paltz, NY 12561

I'm moving to New Paltz Wednesday. If you'd like to see me before then, that would be super.
If you don't want to see me, give me your address so I can write you an angry letter.

For the past week or so I've been desperately searching for a place to live in New Paltz to no avail.  But alas! I have found a place. It's in a house fairly close to the school. I would be renting out a room (a tiny one) and having a shared kitchen, bathroom, etc.  The landlord, a guy named Rich, seemed like a really decent person and was willing to work with me on a move-in date.  My room would be on the second floor with two other people and there are four other people somewhere else in the house.   Apparently, all of the people currently living there are guys which would be new for me; but it can't be worse than living with all of my sisters. That I am almost certain of.  There's a huge trampoline in the back yard and they do BBQ's a lot I guess.  Rich said rent would be about $490 a month with everything included (cable and internet as well) which is pretty good I suppose.  I got the impression he wanted me to move in at the beginning of July, but I just don't think that is possible.  The lease is only until January which is okay if I end up not liking New Paltz, but if I do then I will have to find another place to live.

It's pretty nice and we should go on bike rides now.

I've recently decided that I am in fact excited about leaving for college. That, however, will not be until the latter part of August.

I had a terrible dream about giant, killing, blood-stealing leeches last night. They were massive!
I don't think I'll ever sleep again.



In other news:
It's almost 60 degrees out and it's only 9:30!!

Hi I got into New Paltz and I'm so happy!

Let's have a party!

You're all invited.

There is this custodian at CCC who- for quite sometime- I believe looks like a heftier, more rugged version of James Mercer.  And for that reason, I've always thought he was a good man, though I hadn't spoken to him ever.  I guess I thought that because he looked like Mercer he was most likely related to him and could help me to meet The Shins.  Well anyway, sometime last week he was standing in the commons muttering something and stroking his beard.  I decided to join him, mostly because I wanted to make clever references to Shins songs to see if he would pick up on them.  He must have been having an off day because I think I just weirded him out.  So there we were muttering, talking about a dumb statue in the courtyard, and stroking our beards.  We didn't really talk about anything particularly interesting, but all of it was in British or Scottish accents and there were plenty of 'brilliants' to go around.  I think at first he might have thought I was retarded because I had a sparkle-y face mask on and a tu-tu, also I generally come off slightly retarded; but by the time he had to go clean the bathrooms I really felt like we had become great friends.  I was going to keep this to myself because, you know...I like secrets but there really is no reason.

I saw him today in the classrooms building when I was waiting for Alex.  I said hello, in a British accent of course.  He looked at me like I had lobsters coming out of my ears and politely replied with a very American sounding hello.  I can't act like I'm not disappointed; I'm just going to assume he didn't recognize me and that we are in fact great friends.  Or maybe... I was talking to James Mercer (who must have begun taking weight-gaining shakes) the whole time.

I'm getting my wisdom teeth and my entire jaw hurts so I can't even eat any gummy tarantulas. Le sigh...

I haven't done anything in days, since Saturday basically.  It's strange though because I don't even mind, which is very unlike me; I'm usually so bored at home and need to hangoutz with a z.  I go to work then I go to classes and come home.  I haven't hung out with or even called anyone in quite sometime, it's not because I don't want to be around them, I just feel content staying home watching movies and hanging out with my mom and sister.  I've been reading and writing a lot which is good.

In other news, I've been rather productive and have applied to a few colleges, sent my transcripts and most of my supplemental essays.  I applied to New Paltz (yay!), Alfred University (muh), Purchase, and Old Westbury.  I'm anxious to find out if I get accepted.   I've been working a lot lately to pay for the damn application fees which sucks.  I've also been working a lot because I need money for the Of Montreal shows, which I'm so excited about.  And Athens!

Today I was listening to a song and I almost cried.  I feel really silly about it. I don't know why I'm even saying this. 

I have a new co-worker. Her name is Lisa and I was talking to her today and she informed me of how much she thinks there should be public hangings.  I agreed with her because she scared me.  I then asked her opinion on cannibalism and she said it wasn't her cup of tea but she doesn't see what's wrong about it, so we are on good terms.

In drawing today we did this thing where you sit across the table from someone and they draw you for 10 minutes, then where they left off the next person finishes and fixes it.  I looked at mine after three people had drawn me and I looked like an absolute monster with a Robert Zdar jaw.  I also sort of resembled Jack Nicholson, which made me laugh. 

Other things that are funny to me right now:
My sister burnt her eyelid severely spaghetti sauce
My mom's complete inability to use crutches
Bill Cosby
My lil' reminder infomercial


Okay, I don't feel like writing anymore. 

I should be writing a paper, but I'm not.

Looking through my books and remembering how  nice last winter was-- at least how much more fun it was than winters past-- I wonder if this winter is going to be able to compare.  I mean, last year it's not like we did an exceptional amount, just hanging out and driving around.  There were new friends and new things to do it seemed like.  Winter and I are less than agreeable however there are still things to do in the winter that you just can't in the other seasons.  I don't want to spend 9 months waiting for it to be summer, so I've made a brief (very briefy) list of things that must be done this winter so it isn't wasted sitting inside...

Ice skating some where
Visit Fred and Elijah
Go to Watkins Glen gorge
Sledding, possible globin'
Pillowgrass
Become an ultimate fighter/killing machine

Dear googly-eye shoes,
You're so hott right now.

There is a chance of snow showers tomorrow and in short, that ruins my life. Thankfully Halloween is soon which means I need to carve a pumpkin immediately. And watch The Other Sister.

First and foremost, I would like to state how saddened I am that not one other person on livejournal is publically interested in bloat belly.  You see, this condition has plagued me the better half of my life; I just thought surely someone else could relate.  At first, most are disgusted by the growth or they think I am a teen pregger; neither are acceptable.  Eventually, the Ethiopian-esque tumor thing that is my abdomen grows on you, like a fungus.  I say fungus only so I can tell a joke that Willa told me.  Why did the women go out with the mushroom? Because he was a fungi. Oh, how witty.  Back to important things, the bloat belly is a blessing and should be a national treasure.  I mean, it isn't very often that one gets to experience such a thing, unless they are Ethiopian.  Bloat belly, or bloat gut if you prefer, is nature's miracle and has endless benefits:

It is timeless
Gives me a reason to not wear pants
Can be used as a table
Allows me to say that I'm eating for two
Always a loyal companion
Arm rest
Conversation piece
Good for poking, patting, etc...
it's got spunk
Oh, lots of stuff really.

Lastly, food babies are real.