Sandwich free for five months!

I am a weeping willow. I swear. I cried for about five minutes after reading this post from a dear dear friend.

To Ramona Ponyweather:

You waltzed on in like a sunny day which now remind me so often of you. You were a much needed breath of fresh air in my stagnant atmosphere. You amaze me with your kindness. Not many people in this world are so selfless. You were my rock when I had nothing but sand. I am lucky to have you in my life. I love that you follow your heart and your dreams. I can't wait to see it all unfold. You make me smile incessantly. Don't stop telling your stories. You do impersonations better than anybody. And you love chocolate and a good bottle of wine just as much as me. Someday, and soon, you will get all that you deserve. Don't forget about me when you are famous. Sandwich artistry IS a skill, not a job. May it assist you in all that you do. I hope someday we actually see a "spirit." Don't have too much fun without me girl. WI and I both love and miss you. Tell me, do they have cheese curds in Birmingham? If so, I'm in like sin.

Damn, those midwestern girls have got it going on.
Things are good at the moment. But I think if i don't get a couch soon, someone's gonna get cut.

What it means

As defined on wikipedia.

Friendship is co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more people. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, and affection and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Their tastes will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in mutually helping behavior, such as exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective behaviors. Yet for many, friendship is nothing more than the trust that someone or something will not harm them.

I like the words that have already been highlighted for me (they're links to other definitions).
Relationship
Knowledge
Esteem
Affection
Loyalty
Altruism
Tastes
Behavior (s)
Trust

That sure is not a lot to ask. Not when you get strawberry cupcakes and giggles in return.

Solid!

So I saw Harry Potter last night, but we'll get to that in a second... A few things that I want to ramble about.
Today I had the pleasure of overhearing the following conversation between two gentlemen in the lift (oh, okay - elevator).
Older Man: What did you bring for lunch today?
Younger Man: Cottage cheese and cheez-its (I'm assuming this is how its spelled...)
Older Man: Huh. Who do you live with? Do you have a roommate?
Younger Man: I live with my girlfriend.
Older Man: Doesn't she cook?
Younger Man: Naw, she's a horrible cook.
Older Man: Oh, you just gotta break her in. When she makes something, tell her its really good.
Younger Man: Hmm.
Older Man: Compliment her. Then she'll be inclined to keep cooking. Give her some recipes to practice.

At this point, I am literally grinding my teeth and trying to avoid turning and chucking my wallet at this guy's head. Break her in? Really? REALLY?? At first I hoped it was a joke, a lousy attempt at humor by an old schmuck with too much money, but by the time I stepped off the elevator, I halfway expected one of them to smack me on the ass, declaring "Hey, sweet cheeks! Think you can round us boys up some drinks? Don't act like you don't like it!"
Yeesh.
I'm not sure, but there has to be a better way of doing laundry that doesn't include me walking down a dark alley into the small laundry room with no light, smacking the side of my flashlight so it won't go out. That is a recipe for A. rape B. zombies C. Jessica falling over an angry cat.

Okay, Harry Potter. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn't seen it. Let's say I enjoyed it overall. I will be seeing it again. But I'm up in the air with my feelings. Maybe its because I'm finally a woman (yea! a woman!), but I wasn't as emotionally torn up as I was when I read books 5,6, 7 and when I saw films 4 and 5. It has a great style, a great look that suits the tone and feel of the later books, and it, well... There's a review in the Chicago Tribune that best explains how I feel, and it is probably the most well thought out of all the reviews.
And here it is!

Did I mention I came across the coolest name today? Mantooth. You heard me. Mantooth. Actual name. Well, last name really. But I made mental note to try to come up with awesome characters named Mantooth.
Rawlett Mantooth.
Montana Mantooth.
Ulysses Mantooth.
Rudiger Mantooth.

Abby Normal

Bizzare day.

Morning: Wake up late and am so groggy that I walk smack into the door frame. Then I clonk down the block to work in 4 inch heels.

At work: One of the girls shows off her engagement ring, to which another one responds "Don't let that bind you, boo. Give it back". Afterwards I giggled for about 10 minutes. Don't be surprised if I say it to one of you these days. "Don't let that bind you, boo". Classic.

Lunch: I walk home, still sleepy and take off my clothes and crawl into bed for a quick nap. Wake up twenty minutes later, cranky and hot.

Afternoon: Blaugh. I got some post it notes. Rockin.

After work: I find a birthday package from my yankee girlfriends and it gives me the energy to dance around in my underwear to Stevie Wonder (still hot as balls, Alabama). Then I'm totally caught by my neighbors standing outside. Blinds down next time, I think.

I saw the trailer for Jennifer's Body. Oh, Diablo Cody. More overly clever "teenage" wordplay? Meh. And Megan Fox? Honey, she's a quilt.
HOWEVER. There are still several movies I cannot wait wait WAIT to see. Such as:
Harry Potter (duh)
Taking Woodstock
Away We Go
Where the Wild Things Are

UP again and again
Bruno
500 Days of Summer
Funny People
Julie and Julia
Paper Hearts
The Invention of Lying
Precious
Okay, lets talk about the new musical movie, Nine for a second. I was a bit hesitant, however my mother judged the show at a competition this summer and said it was quit excellent. And the film has a stellar cast. Daniel Day Lewis. Penelope Cruz. Judi Dench. Sophia Loren. I could do without Kate Hudson, but Sophia Loren? Man, I would smooch her like a mule eating an apple! Which is probably the only way to do it, I mean, she's pretty old. But still. Oh, and Marion Cotillard? I am praying that I will be her when I grow up.
Anywho.

Big Girl Panties

Okay. So I'm 25 for another hour and a half. And then I can no longer pretend I'm in my early twenties. Yeesh. And I know I'm not OLD, all you nagging fussbuckets (Dummy) but dammit. I gotta say these birthdays are killing me; not that I'm being poetic - but of course they are killing me in a sense, but what I mean to say is that the more I have, the more separated I feel from reality. Reality being that I am, in many ways, still a kid.
So what am I going to do with my remaining time as a quarter lifer? Same thing I do almost every night; watch a little Simpsons, read a little and have a cherry coke. Although I'm in the mood to watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit... or Back to the Future... Truthfully, I'm not that sad to see 25 go out the window. It has been one giant quarter life crisis. Non stop stress and whatnot and lots of difficult changes. I think about what Dustin Hoffman once said on Inside the Actor's Studio... about your twenties being "the big question mark" and how we shouldn't give totally into this pressure to prove ourselves; which that's a big freakin relief, because I really don't want to know what I have "proven" to some people. But if anything, I think I have managed to take on the challenge of being a lost twenty something without stepping all over others in order to find myself. I've taken risks, left the security of my hometown, always been somewhat impulsive - I've done a lot to give myself choice. SO. I think if I stay on that path and lay down a few bread crumbs, I should be rockin.
Enough of that. It's just another birthday! No big thing, you know. It's not like I've reached the point where I am completely demented, remembering things that never happened, wearing the waist band of my trousers up under my boobs, taking out my teeth and throwing them at those damn kids on my lawn, even though I live in an apartment complex and my lawn is really the parking lot of a trendy organic grocery store and "those damn kids" are actually a bunch of damn hipsters and yuppies... No, I'm not at that point in my life. Yet.