Friday, October 28, 2005

I'll blame this on the fact I'm tired -- how's that?

Everyone has been writing such profound posts lately that I think I must have exhausted all of my own profundity on commenting. So yeah, like after one comment, I'm toast. Therefore, you get more random thoughts. Lucky you!

I usually appreciate the surround sound system my downstairs neighbor rocks. I envy his ability to play loud music at all times. I do however have to take issue with the fact that this afternoon, that system is playing Shania Twain, who I hate with a fiery passion. I figure that his girlfriend walked in the door, turned on the stereo (and turned it UP) and now? Pure torture.

Is it wrong that I called one of the youth group boys to see if I could borrow some of his bling to complete my gangsta-themed Halloween costume? Is it more wrong that he has a ton of the stuff to loan me? Is it even more wrong that he’s the pastor’s son? I hope to have pictures of the costume, which I will post and you’ll see what I mean. Wrong.

I went and visited my friends’ brand new baby last night. Can I just tell you that that was six pounds of pure ADORABLE? What? Did you say something? I couldn’t hear you over the TICKING OF MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK. I kid, I kid. I AM a kid. Therefore, not ready for a kid. Anyway, after I left (at like 7:30 – he went to sleep and apparently parents take the sleep when they can) I went to Dan’s, where I was only planning to stay for a minute. Or five hours, could be either. (I chose five hours, because when I got in my car and looked at the clock, I was horrified that I'd have to get up in entirely too short of a time). We sat on the couch and made surprise playlists for each other on iTunes and laughed our asses off at stuff that I laugh at some more when I think about it but won’t put down here, because it was most definitely a “You had to be there” situation. Oh the Dan is so amusing.

Off I go. Tomorrow I’m going to two Halloween parties and prior to that, going to see my aunt at the airport while she’s here for a layover. My mom called today because she’s making signs for us to hold up – this particular aunt is my mom’s youngest sister, who just graduated with her Ph.D, and she’s funny as hell. Clearly this is a situation that requires signs. My mom asked me what I wanted my sign to say and I told her “Congratumalations on your edumacation” – I hope she spells it right.


Neil said...

You mean no Shania Twain on your iTunes?

Jenn said...

I hear you about the commenting. I actually did a post about commenting more than posting, but my browser told me to kiss it's ass.

Walk by your neighbor's throwing horns and singing Ozzy loudly!

I want pictures!

Baby's are THEE bestest.

Hi, Mom!

Romeo Jensen said...

Random Romey Responses:

They play Shania Twain CD's at full blast to torture the Taliban
(well... on Lindy England's days off that is)

Is it wrooooong for you to wear bling? Hey aint no thing but a chicken wing!

Baby's = ick!
I'm totally anti-baby
I was like in the protest march and everything
One Two Three Four
Dirty Diapers I abhore
Five Six Seven Nine (blonde... duh)
I wore a condom so that kid aint mine

The Dan??? Is he Trunp's kid?

spelling of congratumaction and edumacation...
Hey I Phlunked Hooked on Fonics... don't ask me

*Blows Kiss west then raise the anti by making it a wet one with a little tongue*
Muahs slurp slurp

The Husband said...

HI AMBER..HAPPY SUNDAY! i just finished a wonderful breakfast and thought of you. i had:
- omlette
- sausage patty
- hash browns
- piece of toast
- coffee

all in moderation of course. i can't wait for the day when you get to experience what many have already proclaimed to be the best french toast this side of the mississippi. of course i'm talking east of the mississippi.

Ariel1980 said...

You know, I haven't been to a good masquerade party in a very long time. I can't imagine what I'd dress up as, although I've always wanted to dress up as a priest (not necessarily on Halloween), and then go get drunk in an airport bar and hit on everyone, just to see the effect. Twisted.

Cheryl said...

I hope she spelled it right. She doesn't want the word nerds to come after her. Can't wait to see your costume. And I don't know who is being profound, but it isn't me.

Marissa said...

I can't wait to see pics of your halloween costume! Post them ASAP! And yes, that whole Shania thing...totally annoying. But getting ghetto bling from pastor's son...not wrong at all. Gotta get the goods where you can, right?! Hope your parties were fun and your sign was a hit! ;)

Karen said...

Is it wrong that I secretly like Shania Twain. I don't know if she's done anything new recently, but there's something about her first few albums that bring me back to a warm fuzzy place from college. Don't get me wrong, I don't go out of my way to seek her out, but if one of her songs happens to be on the radio, I will turn it up just a little. I do turn it down at stoplights so nobody around me can hear that I'm listening to Shania Twain. Hello, my name is Karen, and I like Shania Twain, there, I've said it, a weight has been lifted.

Jill said...

Your random thoughts are fine with me. I don't know who's being profound but it certainly isn't me. When in doubt, just make playlists. That's what I do.

Thomas said...

Btw, am liking the new pic.

Jenn said...

Man, I am SUCH a douchebag! I'd been meaning to comment on your new profile picture for like the past decade and I STILL haven't! Well, until right now that is.


Deadly Female said...

Shania - eeeekkkk! More scary than any Halloween costume...

Alice said...

heh i just realized i never commented on the last post, because when i got to dasi's comment about her brad & angie pic, i ran over there post haste and never looked back. oops.

i am also a closet shania fan. no cds of hers or anything, but i've been known to rock to to "man, i feel like a woman" in my car on more than 1 occasion... *ashamed*

Amanda said...

wait, i LOVE the idea of a surprise playlist! okay, want someone to make one for me.

The Zombie Lama said...

Shania Twain is pure evil. Not Hilary Duff evil, but evil.