It reminds me of my childhood and the present, so that's pretty good I guess.
I forgot to talk about the other night... My mom and I decided to order a pizza, but we wanted to try somewhere new around here that we haven't had before - and that's always scary as it is.
So we pick a place right down the street, and I call to place an order for pickup... the girl goes through all the normal questions...
"Have you ever ordered with us before?"
"No, I haven't"
"And, your last name?"
"North"
"Can you spell that for me?"
"Uhhhh.... N-O-R-T-H?"
"Can I have your phone number, please."
"867-5309" (hah, i don't know who reads this)
"And what's your address"
" ------ "
At this point, I'm like, wow, this is a lot of questions for picking a damn pizza up. Then, she totally catches me off guard with this next one.
"Do you live in a subdivision?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess it's considered that." (Seriously though, if you live in Orland how do you NOT live in a subdivision?
"And which one do you live in?"
At this point, I go completely blank. I honestly could not remember, so after about 30 seconds of me ruffling through papers in the kitchen looking for any indicator, I reply with the logical
"Yeah, uh, I'm picking my pizza up, so does this even really matter in the first place?"
"Oh, no, I guess it doesn't..."
I just found it odd. I've ordered pizzas from a LOT of places, and I've never gotten grilled like, even when it was delivery... in Chicago.
But other than that, what I have been up to?
Last night I went to SuperK and the SuperWalmart with my cousin Maggie to look for bags for her to send to her ex in Iraq so they have something to do with their downtime. Of course, they did not have them at either place. But, we did find a sweet 10-person tent that we're going to get, and organize a camping trip(s) this summer. I'm stoked. I haven't been camping in so long.
We also concluded that we should go to the flea market for beanbags, but neither of us are morning people, especially on the weekend, so we have made a plan to pull an all-nighter drinking, then going to the flea market. I agreed just so I could go and photograph all the creepers wandering around.
My plans for the night are shot to hell, which I'm disappointed about. First, the 'Grandmaster Plan of Doom' was supposed to take place, but i think everyone forgot/doesn't care. So scratch that. But, since today is "Pi(e) Day", Lauren is having people over at her place for pie and jello shots. I hate jello. But she is making real fancy jello shots, and if they have booze in them, I'm all about it. And I have to miss out, because I have to go out to my Aunt's in Morris tonight instead of tomorrow... And obviously I'm not even there yet. Lame.
Lame.
Lame.
I'm not happy about it, at all.
Okay, I feel like this has been long enough.
-j.
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