my mom came down to babysit, so i had to run through the house trying to straighten up. since i had been playing with the blog all day...i just wanted to keep doing that and fix all the quirks and bugs...but i cleaned...a little.

so hubby has a meeting and i have a meeting and we are all trying to get out of the house at once and poor c looks like lurch on the couch and j is truly ticked because he is the only one going to school tomorrow and i jet out the door like a crazed woman. and i have to drive the painting van. this is a danger to myself and everyone around me. my husband reminds me of this often. something about shelves ripping away from the walls, spilled paint, blah blah blah.

i get to the meeting a few minutes late and they are already chowing down on pizza. we are in one of the smallest classrooms in the building. two tiny windows small enough to prevent jumpers, a large scale map that covers the chair scraped wall, and some ultra comfortable plastic molded chair/desks.

scary tom* is there. he is 38 and lives with his mom. in the basement. and is a waiter. and went back to school to be a Writer (note the capital "W").

and then the bizarro twins. i don't know where to begin. they are the comic book costume type people who were lamenting that they were broke this week because they found the perfect mag1c the gather1ing card and it cost $50! yeah. 6 inch black platform boots, red and white striped tights with pulls and runs. a black skirt. black jacket worn as a shirt. and. black felt ears in her hair. cat ears i think. not sure. oh, and a black parasol.

then in walks "i so wanna be a cool college guy but am really a dork." flannel shirt over a concert shirt from before he was born. green fedora. and sandals. but it is winter and he had very white funky feet. funky feet people. if you are breaking out the sandals then check out those feet. ew! he jumped in to a conversation he knew nothing about. grabbed a piece of pizza, and while cheese and excess oil dripped and slid mixed with spittle from the corners of his mouth, he talked...unless he was busy chomping, slurping, tch-ing and otherwise chewing with his mouth open. he left about ten minutes later after not being able to come up with one single reason to back up a ridiculous claim he made. i think there may have been tears mixing in with the spittle but i was too relieved to check. chalk one up to the fraggle for chasing him away.

the movie. a horrendous b-movie slasher version of shakespeare's titus andronicus. 19 or so deaths, at least one rape, one man buried alive, two men baked into a pie, 5-6 hands chopped off, one chick stomped to death, at least 20 minutes of maniacal laughing, more eyebrow calisthenics than i have ever seen, and one scary bald guy.

it looked as if a very twisted 12 year old made this film. no special effects. one person playing a comb with wax paper and a casio keyboard for the soundtrack. the cast were sad sad actors. some of the roman senators were sweating so profusely during their scenes that it was impossible to attend to dialogue and you were forced to wonder just when that drop would fall from their overly large and pimpled nose.

so that was my night. oh yeah...and somehow, i thought it was a lot of fun.

and i ordered my new laptop tonight!!! woohoo. i needed it....

i bought a new case last weekend :)