Just Stopping in to Say "Hi"

In which we shall see: 5-dollar vocabulary words, cliche phrases, yellow lights, my own Lohan cycle, ice cream, tattoos, hangin' tough, Weight Watchers for arachnids, and more ice cream.

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Fair warning - I don't actually have anything IMPORTANT to say (versus, of course, all of those other earth-shattering expostulations), mostly I just wanted to use the word "expostulations". Kidding. I'm really just trying to keep myself in the habit of writing and finding fun (or at least interesting - hopefully) things to talk about, so that I'm all ready to spring into action when diatribe-worthy topics present themselves.

In the meantime, can I just say that it's odd how, as a theatrically-involved person, most of the "drama" in my life comes from places other than theatre. (And why, exactly, do people say "can I just say"? They're not actually asking permission, and they pretty much DO say whatever it is they're prefacing, so obviously they CAN. Next week: a syntax-by-participle breakdown of Grammar for Dummies.) Our office, for example, has happily maintained its status as the "drama-free" zone for several years now - and then suddenly, we are awash with all kinds of chatter and grumbling and discontent. (I don't want to get too specific - I do still work there, after all... but holler if you need details!) I also work at a performing arts school, and far more gossip and conniving and story-carrying comes from the administration (which then trickles down to us teachers for venting purposes) than from any of the "drama" students. Seriously, what is this tendency that people seem to have to revert to insecure 12-year-olds at the drop of a hat? (There’s another funny phrase for you – what kind of hat? Why is it being dropped? Just how fast does it fall? Etc…)

Last week, I got some oddly mixed signals from a friend of mine - just to make sure I wasn't jumping to unwarranted conclusions I shared the communications with two other (both married, and obviously smarter than me) girls, and they concurred with my interpretation. I still managed to restrain myself and not get all loopy, which turned out to be a good thing as this particular friend quite distinctly did not follow through on any of those signals. (It sounded to me like he was indirectly asking me for a date, it sounded to my counselors as if he was asking me on a date - and then the night of the "date" he showed up with another girl in tow. I don't do harems, and I'm not going to bother third-wheeling after an attention-deficit diva - i.e., the other girl - so I just went home instead. Guys, what is THAT all about? Honestly.)

Lots of weddings and bridal showers and such are cropping up in the family... and I haven't managed to be cast in any show I've auditioned for lately. Together, these two circumstances are causing my rejection complex to flare up... do you think hemorroid cream will work on that? On the other "destructive relationships" hand, chocolate and ice cream and I are engaged once more in a torrid threesome... some tough love will no doubt be in order soon (or an intervention), as my relationship with Exercise may be making tentative progress but is still no more than a wary acquaintance.

Cold Stone is discontinuing their Oatmeal Cookie Batter ice cream. Woes.

When asked, most of my theatre students would choose to see one of their parents (usually their father) obviously tattooed as revenge for being adamantly opposed to tattooing, or would tag some guy they know across the forehead with a variation on a phrase of some kind (most often including the word "manwhore") as a warning to any other girls they might meet. (I have a total of five boys in two classes - they've learned pretty quickly when to shut up and duck.)

I'm still waiting for further information regarding the New Kids on the Block (or, NKotB) reunion - I almost said I was on pins and needles, but that would be painful as well as incorrect.

I still laugh everytime I remember a co-worker describing a large spider that she managed to kill in the office recently as "full-figured". Awesome.


Also, hi.


Watch out for falling turtles,

Cyd


Books I've read in the past 7 days: approximately 6
Family bookclub books I own and should start reading, but haven't: 2
Times the co-worker behind me nods off at his desk in any given hour: around 5 (avg.)
Flavors of ice cream currently inhabiting my freezer: 4 (it's like a plague!)

P.S.A. The next time you go to Cold Stone, try the Oreo Overload but substitute the chocolate chips for either strawberries or raspberries. You will not be sorry.