I called Christine this afternoon, because what I really wanted to do was…well, just because. She answered, and I knew she was there, I could recognize her voice, but mostly I just heard her say stuff like I WILZ XIRI JWIW EPD IWW OWPWW…GAME…WYOH KVERD…it was like she was suddenly speaking a strange new language. I think I finally heard her say she’d call me back, and she said something about going to or being in a parking lot, but I haven’t heard from her since, so I hope she made it home safely.
She was at a Denver broncos game. Go figure. Christine is my best friend despite the fact that she loves football and I could not care less about it. The Broncos won, I think, although maybe they lost.
I’ve never been exposed to sports of any kind, really, except for one boyfriend who thought it suspicious and strange that I’d never had any other boyfriends who watched sports. He sent me an e-mail a few days ago, as a matter of fact, which read “illini sucks. Go bears!” I wrote back that I appreciated the sentiment, but I had no idea what he might be referring to.
I mean, I did graduate from the U of I, but I pay no attention to their sports. And what Bears? The Chicago Bears? That didn’t make any sense.
He went to Berkeley. CAL BEARS. Oh. The Illini went to Berkeley to play the Bears, I believe. I wonder how that game went. I mean, I don’t actually, really wonder, but maybe it would be nice to have some team to be all passionate about. I can’t envision that, but maybe if I started watching some sporting type thing, It’d make my life…richer? Hmm.
I’m never watching any more tv. I mean, I haven’t really watched any tv of any consequence for the past several months, but tonight I watched two-thirds of the primetime emmys. It wasn’t absolutely horrible, but it seemed like a big waste of time. I was amazed at the sheer number of ads. I didn’t know who most of the people were getting the awards, and I’ve never seen a lot of the shows.
I feel that some will say I’m being a snob if I admit I don’t watch TV anymore. But I guess I just don’t care. It’s just a big big waste of time. Boring.
But then again, maybe tomorrow night I’ll stay up all night watching all kinds of crap on tv, just surfing around the stations and watching old sitcoms and whatever might be on.
You never know.
Randy loves tv, and I’m glad that he loves it, but I’m also glad that he doesn’t make me watch it. TV makes some people happy, and I say, if it makes you happy and you’re not actually harming another person, then please, go ahead and do it. But just don’t make me watch tv. I guess that means I probably won’t be finding a sport to watch anytime soon. Darn.
I hope you spent a lot of time outside this weekend. I did. It was just so beautiful.
I did kind of a bunch of stuff, too. Last night I went to Champaign and saw this comic named Jim Gaffigan. I love Jim Gaffigan. I’d never seen him, I’d never heard of him, but Amy heard him on XM radio. XM? This radio you pay a monthly fee for, but there are millions of stations including comedy stations and it’s been around a long time but somehow it’s slipped by me.
Anyway, Jim Gaffigan has been on different talk shows and stuff, and he’s just so funny. My mood wasn’t the greatest yesterday, kind of surly and not cheerful at all, and I figured I wasn’t going to laugh when I heard this unknown guy, because it would take way too much to get me to laugh. I was just hoping he wouldn’t suck; I mean, I figured he wouldn’t, since Amy said he was so funny, but you just never know.
I laughed. A lot. Jim (brother-in-law, not the comic) laughed so much that he was hoarse. Really, really funny. He talked a lot about food. Hysterically funny things about Hot Pockets, which I’ve never actually eaten, but it didn’t matter. I kind of wished I’d had a hot pocket before, but after listening to him, I really don’t ever want to eat one.
He talked about holidays and…just…stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he was just so incredibly funny. You should look him up online and see if he’s going to be appearing in your city, or at least nearby, because if he went to Champaign, IL (home of the fighting Illini), he’ll probably be making his way all around the country.
Go see him. You’ll laugh, I promise.
I went to the Edwards Place Art Fair (is it called an art fair? Not sure), and mom bought me a fabulous pair of fish earrings. I was going to splurge and buy them for myself, but she insisted on buying them for me, and I love them and will be wearing them all the time now. They made me smile, which was something, considering the aforementioned lousy mood of mine. Usually I just wear a pair of silver hoop earrings that Amy gave me, if I even think to put on any jewelry. But from now on, the fish. I wish I could remember the name of the artist who made them. I’m sure Amy or Mom will remind me, because last year they both bought stuff of hers.
Last night, when I got home around midnight, I took a picture of myself in the fish earrings. Actually, I had to take a whole bunch of photos, because it was hard to get the earrings to show up, and in each picture, my nose just seemed longer and longer and more and more crooked, so I hated most of the pictures and had to delete them. But here is one that isn’t so bad, and I think it shows off the earrings pretty well:
self-portrait at midnight
I went to a dance with my friend Bev on Friday night. Actually, I went to two dances. One was slightly horrible. I don’t want to talk about it. Just not my people, that’s all I’m going to say. The other was more entertaining. Somewhat.
There were many things I wanted to write about tonight, and I jotted them down at Randy’s house before watching the Emmys, but then I left my little bitty notebook AND my favorite pen on his dining room table.
September, half over. Am I getting stuff done? Never enough. I try to tell myself LIFE ISN’T JUST ABOUT GETTING STUFF DONE.
But I’m not so great at listening to myself. I’m doing my best.
The week looms. I hope yours is good. Try to do stuff you like doing.
Ok then,
Grace with creeping Sunday night-itis blues.
p.s. here’s one more photo, this is from the state fair last year, me and the butter cow:
