Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
My name is Sarah Epperson. I don't like my last name, partly due to bad associations with my father, but mostly because Sarah was the most common girl's name in the English-speaking world when I was younger, and since there were always at least four other Sara(h)s wherever I was (and once a Cera), I was perpetually identified by my last name. I don't know why this cause a dislike, but it did.
Best Friend is Pamala. She is pretty much awesome, even if she never updates her own blog. There will likely be a great deal of stories involving her; since she sucks at telling stories, I have to do it for her or no one ever knows what happened.
Boyfriend is Niall. Pronounced like Neil. It's the Irish spelling, get over it. I cannot express how much it pained me to refer to Niall as "Boyfriend", nor can I imagine how often you cringed when you read it. It just seems to me to be such a one dimensional labeling of the most important man in my life. I hated calling him that and I am relieved that I never will again.
Roommate is Dalyne. Pronounced like Day-lynn. We live in the same apartment. So far, that is all.
Other Guy, AKA Pretty Decent Guy, AKA Asshat in Training is Patrick. I used to live with him. All in all, he is a pretty decent guy, even if he had a tendency to play his electric guitar at eleven o'clock at night.
Turbo is Billy. I met Billy my Junior year at UCSB, and he ended up being in almost all of my classes. He's usually a ton of fun (yay, Drunk Jenga!) and is one of the few people who came to appreciate some of my cracked-out movies as much as I do. Especially The Point ("Do you get my meaning Oblio?"). In spite of his often scruffy appearance, Billy has some of the greatest hair that I've ever seen on another human being. And of course, he completely takes it for granted. I have no idea why I call him Turbo. I used that name for a long time when someone was getting excited, "Whoa there, Turbo!", but since Billy is so calm and laid-back all the time, I don't know how it stuck to him in particular, but it did.
Old Roommate from College is Orly. Goodness, what can I say about Orly? I love this girl with all my heart. She is the perfect mixture of crazy intelligent and incredibly dirty-minded. Not to mention that she's Persian, and therefore physically perfect. I swear, if I were gay...Who am I kidding? I would totally hit that. I had the best time living with her. I miss her and her boobs and they all need to come and visit more often.
Number Four still needs to wait until later for explanation.
Ex-Boyfriend's name is Chris. See this post for more on him.
Friend I Never See But Whom I Dearly Love is Sierra. She's my favorite dirty-punk girl. Good times and sarcasm aplenty whenever we hang out. She was the first person to learn that Niall and I had drunkenly gone there. A few days later I was cussing a lot and she told me to shut my dirty whorish mouth. And I knew we'd be friends forever.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Now as soon as Asshat gets my deposit back to me...
Thursday, March 15, 2007
My internets at home are still not up and running (Fuck you, Cox Cable. Seriously. Fuck you.), so I'm confined to internet at work. Boo.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
In other news, I just heard my boss say "I may be an idiot." Incredibly satisfying.
In other, other news, this is possibly the greatest and simultaneously most disturbing thing I've seen in quite some time.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Orange: Orange tastes very sweet and sugary, but with a little bite to it. Orange smells like orange tree blossoms and jasmine; sweet and summery. Orange feels like the sun caressing your skin on a hot summer day. Orange sounds like the buzz of a bumble bee.
Yellow: Yellow tastes sour, like a lime. Yellow smells like over-ripe fruit or flowers that are beginning to rot. Yellow feels like sand in your shoes, chaffing your feet. Yellow sounds like sarcasm or even anger in the voice of a loved one.
Green: Green tastes minty and fresh and cold, like drinking very cold water right after brushing your teeth. Green smells like fresh pine needles on a cool spring day, or like well-water that was just pumped out of the ground. Green feels wet and cold and slick, like jumping into a pool on a hot summer day, or like a downpour of rain. Green sounds like children laughing at the playground or the voice of someone you love but haven't spoken to in a while.
Blue: Blue tastes familiar and warm, like home-baked pie or cookies or fresh bread made from scratch. Blue sometimes smells like Grandma's kitchen and other times blue smells like freshly cleaned laundry. Blue feels like a big, fluffy comforter, soft and warm and safe. Blue sounds like a cat purring, or the waves crashing at the beach heard from far away.
Purple: Purple tastes like candy, sweet and artificial. Purple smells like roses when they are freshly blooming, the kind of smell that fills up a room. Purple feels like a being wrapped up in a big fuzzy towel after taking a long bubble bath. Purple sounds like Beethoven, powerful and strong.
Friday, March 9, 2007
(P.S. I hate Dave Matthews and now I've got that song on repeat in my head. Grrrr...)
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Y'know, looking back, I had a pretty awesome childhood backyard. It was almost an acre and there were two levels. The upper level was a covered patio off the back of the house. There was a very short set of steps down to the lower level, I think like four or five steps. I'm sure I fell down them at some point. The lower level consisted of a large number of different fruit trees as well as not a few walnut trees. Now, walnut trees are just about the greatest kinds of trees to have if you're a kid. They are big and have thick, spreading branches that just beg for tree houses to be built in them (As a side note, I think that it's rather telling of our evolutionary history that kids always want to reside in trees). We had one tree house in the tree furthest from the house. The absolute best way to pass the seemingly endless hours of the day was to have walnut fights with the neighborhood kids. A few kids would get to be up in the tree house (usually myself, I've always been bossy) and the rest of the kids would be on the ground. There was really no rhyme or reason to these fights, no real goals beyond pelting someone with an unripe walnut. For those of you who are not in-the-know, an unripe walnut has an incredibly hard green casing around it, but it is smooth. Much easier to throw, and not so many injuries that bled, like if you got hit with a ripe, uncased, sharp walnut shell. There were just lots of bruises, which are much easier to excuse to parents. A bruised child doesn't need much explaining, whereas a bleeding child causes all kinds of inquisitions.
Another great way to entertain ourselves was exploring the aforementioned Giant Aqueduct of Doom. This was, for all intents and purposes, a strictly forbidden area for my brother and I. So naturally we were constantly enamored of its murky, cobwebbed depths. It extended completely down one side of our backyard. Half of it was an open, concrete-lined ditch, complete with standing water and tadpoles. The other half was an underground tunnel. It was only wide enough to hunch our way down, being very careful not to touch the walls, until we reached the street in front of the house. At that point, the tunnel drastically narrowed and became even more cobwebby. My brother and I spent many an hour conspiring to get into that tunnel undetected. We were hardly ever successful, which I think also contributed to the appeal.
We also had a rickety playground/swing set. It had a slide, which Mama contends that I once tried to ride a tricycle down. It also had a strange bench-facing-bench swing that, if we stood with one foot on each bench and got it swinging hard enough, had the potential to tip over the whole set. I don't recall that we ever did knock the set over, but there is a strong possibility that we did. We had an above ground pool too. I really don't remember a time in my childhood when swimming was not an everyday activity. We always had a pool (in 125 degree weather, everyone did) and my Nana lived on the beach. In spite of this, and of living in a town that not only contained a lake, but that was named after said lake, the one and only time I ever went into that lake was involuntarily. I still don't like lakes, they just make me squiggy.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
I am continuing to love my new apartment, even if I am ambiguous about the current furniture arrangement. I found a bunch of those tab thingies that will hold the cable cord down along two of the walls in the living room last night. If we used those, the tv could be moved to the opposite wall from its current place, so it would be adjacent to the kitchen entrance. Plus, I would get some use out of the absurdly long cable cord I have. And maybe move the big chair over to where the tv is now, and put the table and chairs...where? By the sliding glass door? Man, furniture is still hard. I think that Roommate is not working tomorrow, so we can talk and stuff then. We still have to fill out the "Here's stuff that was already damaged when we moved in" section of the lease, and then actually mail the lease off.
In other, equally boring, news, my garage door flat out refuses to close the bottom six inches. I can't say that I really blame it though, I wouldn't want to touch the ground out there either. Be that as it may, leaving the garage door open six inches all the time is not a wise thing to do, particularly when all of the spaces are connected. It's like one long garage with separate doors. So I called Landlord today and he says he'll fix it. I'm not going to hold my breath though.
Holy God, I am boring myself. I'm sorry, I just can't get my brain to think anything today.
Ok, maybe this will be fun. I made the observation the other day that a significant majority of my post titles are either song titles or lyrics. I have a thing about music. Yeah, I know most people have a thing about music, I'm not special. But here's my thing: I always know the words to whatever song is playing anywhere I go. I also have an unconscious compulsion to sing along with whatever song I hear. I sing in stores, in restaurants, at the supermarket, everywhere. I also sing in the car like a normal person, thing is, I don't realize that I'm singing. Another strange thing that I do is this: I often will sing a song lyric as a response in conversation. Or I will pepper emails (and apparently blog posts) with lyrics. I am beginning to wonder why song lyrics are the most readily accessible thing in my brain. I would hope that after getting that Bachelor's Degree, I would have something else kicking around up there...
So, for those of you that have done a quick review of my post titles so far and think that I'm lying to you, here's the rundown:
So Uninspired -- Natural Woman "When I feel...so...uninspired"
Puzzle Pieces on the Floor -- Postal Service, Such Great Heights "I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles / in our eyes are mirror images and when / We kiss they're perfectly aligned / And I have to speculate / That God Himself / Did make us into corresponding shapes / Like puzzle pieces on the floor".
Call it What You Want to Call it -- a rap/hip hop song in which the next line is "I'm a fucking alcoholic".
Suspicious Minds -- If you didn't get this one you should be shot.
Head in the Clouds -- Fiona Apple, Sleep to Dream "I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream / You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem".
I'm Not an Addict -- Only this part of the title is a song. K's Choice, Not an Addict. Great song, she's got an awesome voice.
So Many Reasons -- This was actually Nivea, 25 Reasons Why. But I didn't have 25.
Sitting, Waiting, You Know the Rest... -- Jack Johnson, Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.
Win Some, Lose Some -- Bryan Addams. That right, Bryan Fucking Addams. That is what is in my head.
Shaky Ground -- Lemonheads, Shaky Ground.
That's all for now. The rest weren't references to songs.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
In the course of setting up the living room, I came to the conclusion that it is the weirdest shape. Best Friend confirmed this when she came over to watch I Love New York (I told you, I have a problem). The cable outlet is directly opposite the sliding glass door, but we can't put the tv there or it will get all kinds of glare. We could move it to the kitchen wall and put the couch in the alcove area by the kitchen entrance, but then the cable wire will have to wrap around two walls and a doorway. No good. Right now the tv is next to the hallway and perpendicular to the sliding glass door, with the couch facing it. There is this big blank space right when you walk in the door that I have no idea what to do with. The sliding glass door is right next to the front door, so there's a whole lotta door going on there. And then a whole lotta empty space. Currently the big chair that matches the couch and the ottoman are over in that area kind of facing the hall. I sit sideways in that chair, so where it is now I can look out the sliding glass door or I can watch tv, depending on the way I'm facing. I don't know what else to do with that chair, it's so huge and it looks funny sitting there all by itself.
Furniture is hard.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Even with that little episode, I managed to get all of my stuff moved in one day, with the help of Turbo's truck, Boyfriend, and Other Guy and his truck. So now I officially live in my beautiful new apartment with my often-absent roommate and Singe. Speaking of Singe, she is so happy already. I had thought that she would hide under the bed for at least a few days,but she was out and exploring the first day. She likes New Roommate and she seems to really like the new apartment. What she doesn't like is her new food. She basically ain't havin' it. I didn't feed her Saturday morning so that she would be all hungry when I fed her at the new apartment (which is a good trick to get her out from inside the box spring). So she got the new food Saturday afternoon. She ate a little of it Saturday and a little more on Sunday. This morning, however, she turned up her little cat nose at the same food that was perfectly fine the day before. I even buried treats under it, but no. She's suddenly too good for this food. Even though it's more expensive and better for her than the old food. Oh well, when she gets hungry enough, she'll eat it. It'll do her good to not eat so much anyway, she's too fat.
But look at this! I just moved to a whole new place and the only thing I'm worried about is that my cat doesn't like her food! Ah, life is beautiful...
Another way in which life is beautiful and this past weekend was great was that Old Roommate from College came up this weekend to visit. On Saturday she and Best Friend (who also lived with us, along with Number Four, which is a story for later) celebrated Purim, but on Sunday I, the poor neglected shiksa, was finally allowed to join them. We went out shopping and the only one who actually got anything was Boyfriend. He wasted his Boy-Shopping time right away and then was stuck wandering around with us Ladies for the rest of the time. Poor guy, we even went into Sephora. Just one of the ways that you can tell he doesn't have a sister.
After dinner, though, was the best time. Boyfriend and I walked the fifty feet to Best Friend's apartment and all four of us watched Pride & Prejudice (the Keira Knightley version). Now, before you knock on this version, I want to make it clear that I know that the Colin Firth version is a thousand times better. However, there are many important points about the K. K. version. 1) It is not 8 hours long. 2) The rain scene has more sexual tension packed into it than just about any other entire movie you can name. 3) Donald Sutherland. 4) The thing with Mr. Darcy's hand...so good.
So even though I had to take Boyfriend home a third of the way through it (I got back just in time for the rain scene), it was still a perfect night spent swooning on the couch with Old Roommate and Best Friend. Especially when Old Roommate informed us that Keira means "penises" in Farsi.