The Romanzof Half, 17JAN05 - 18JAN05

This is my third time trying to blog. Something's been screwy with GCI and it's makin' me none to happy. You know that feeling when you type about 6 good paragraphs and then it's all gone? Ya. Me too.

Last night Double O came over to the Romanzof Half. The ladies were baked and baking. Hillary made a delicious looking veggie burger and Julie made some rice crispy treats. They were the marshmellowiest crispy treats I had ever eaten. Good though. I made some rice and tomato sauce mash, then for good measure (and because it goes with everything) I gave the pot a good squirt of Ranch Dressing. It was fab.

We watched "Without a Paddle," again. Julie has watched that movie everyday since last Tuesday and it's driving me batty. Then, the ladies retired to their rooms and Bubbles and I watched "Garden State."

We went outside for a smoke and blamo! The northern lights were amazing. They were the best I had ever seen from town. Shards and a few colors. Green and purple. and... black? Oh. That was probably just the sky. Double Osph and I drove out to Woronozof Point and had a nice viewing there.

I had a bad headache from sitting too close to the TV with the lights off, so we drove over to Northern Air Cargo where Double O raided the pain pill stash they have in the break room. Like a fruit basket for mechanics, I imagine. He told me when he came back out to the van that the night crew, consisting of five grown men, were all sitting around together in the breakroom watching porn when he walked in. I guess they acted like nothing was wrong with that and to defend themselves one guy said, "What. We're on break."

Sure.

Double O and I drove around the airplanes for a while and then we drove around my neighborhood to discover a very strange dimensional warp existing between some of these residential streets. We tried to take back streets to my house but ended up looping right back around to where we started on Northern Lights. So, we drove a block further down, to my street, and carried along with it until we ended up somewhere behind ourselves on a street we were on from the other loop which took us right back to the first street we tried. It's hard to explain, but I'm never going back there again. We've solved the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle (at least the scientific reasons for the quirky navigation there) but I have serious doubts anyone will ever solve that mystery. I for one consider myself lucky that we made it out alive.

He dropped me off and I slept for a long time. I woke up and still had a headache. That's just no good. I made some oatmeal (with honey, raising, cinnamon, and mustard) (jk) and decided to walk to the library. So I did. I took some strange roads I had never been on, the wind was cold and the walk was kinda long, but it was great. I got there safe and sound and no trouble from the ice, thanks to my Stablicers! "Dudes," as Eddie would say, "these things rock balls." They are the same things I walked around on icey icey Beluga Point with and NEVER had a single faulty step. When I walked to the library today, it was with confidence. It's amazing.

At the library I worked some more on my book. Not as much as I wanted to get done, but I stayed until they closed. Closed down the library. Hell ya. Isn't that an exciting story about the library?

I walked home to an empty house (but I thought Hillary was home sleeping) at 10 p.m. I tried to blog but Explorer wouldn't even come up. So I made Ramen and mixed it up with the left over oatmeal (jk) and ate it. Then, tired of watching the same DVD's over and over and over again, I decided to dive into the VHS world and I found "Nell." I hadn't seen it since it came out and I remembered liking it a lot, so I put it in.

I got half way through and Julie and Hillary came home. Julie was blottoed. It wasn't even cool. There I am, curled up with a nice fuzzy red blanket (with a print-pattern liner of hearts), drinking hot apple cider on a winter's night, watching a very endearing movie all my my lonesome, and here this retarded burnt-out drunk loud pothead of a roommate comes home, screams at everything in her way, turns off the movie and puts in "Without a Paddle." Not wanting to deal with her, I decided that I'd just finish the movie later and stole her cigarettes and went outside. A moose was eating the neighbor's tree. When I came back inside Hillary made me stay in the living room and made Julie turn off "Without a Paddle" and let me watch mine. I didn't want anyone to "stick up for me" at that point so I started getting mad at Hillary until I noticed that Julie was also getting mad at Hillary and I realized Hillary wasn't sticking up for me, but mothering Julie with the Rules of Right and Wrong. The more I get to know this Julie, the more I realize that she's not really with us, if you know what I mean.

They're both asleep now, and I think I'm headed to bed as well. Tomorrow I'm going to read ALL DAY LONG. I wanted to read an entire book in one sitting.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Um. Haven't listened to any. OMG!