bastard kid bounced his fucking basketball outside my window. something that might have been me -lept- out of bed, stormed to the front door, slammed front door open, glared and hissed "could you... NOT do that??" at small child.
small child agreed, possibly because said Might Have Been Me person looked able to leap down from the second floor and shove the basketball down said child's throat. i woke up as i closed the front door. definately felt like the meanest person on earth. definately. went back to sleep.
got up around 11 a.m. watched a few saturday night live reruns on comedy central. went back to sleep. woke up again around 6 p.m. oops. so much for a productive day writing papers. lounged about on the couch.
watched practical magic. hello hair extensions and smegma hollywood witches. aidan quinn is always good to see, though. gabriel came back around 10 p.m. in time to watch the autopsy 6 forensic thing on HBO with me.
he kept scoffing at everything. now, here's a guy who has taken a real pathology class and who still doesn't believe what he sees so i have to start ranting and explaining. bah. he did this when we watched medical detectives too, especially when the featured epidemologists were talking. then again, he is an epidemologist and i'm not, so he might have had a valid reason.
is it just me or does everyone seem to be into forensic science, serial killers, abnormal psychology and pathology in general nowadays? or maybe it's just the people i know. hehe. actually, that's not true. this only applies to the people i know online. oh! i guess this means the internet really is populated by homocidal maniacs? fun fun.
i watched an awful movie with rose mcgowan (devil in the flesh) and taped the game and prompty slept on the couch. i don't know why, but i always sleep the best on couches. they allow me to crumple up in the pretzel like position my limbs seem to enjoy in order to keep my back from hurting the rest of the week. no logic, but it works.
sunday
woke up with a burning desire to clean. no, seriously. it's a scary experience for somebody as messy as i am, but what can i do. i cranked the volume up and not only cleaned up the livingroom, i also did the whole kitchen, including the stove and mopping the floor. i ran out of juice by the time i was getting to the bathroom, but still. sparkly kitchen.
of course, that only lasted as long as it took me to start putting together a pasta sauce with green bellpeppers and a zuchini and half a garlic and chopped spinach, but there you go. i then took a few hours off to watch the game which was as good as i remembered it to be, and then did my laundry.
i sort of had to. i was down to no clean underwear and had to wear my discoloured shorts and a shirt with half ripped off arms. hey, considering i've done laundry wearing nothing but my prom dress, i'd say i'm getting better.
and that was my weekend, by jennie alibasic.