Rememory this

Reading this for GB.  I’ve never seen the movie, but I am who I am so I knew for no apparent reason that Jeremy Irons is in it.  Therefore, Jeremy Irons is reading this book in my head.  It’s taking me a while to get through it; Jeremy Irons is a slow reader.  The other night I dreamt I was Charlotte Haze, which was huge amounts of disturbing, but it means I dreamt about Jeremy Irons and I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.

Played hooky yesterday from job #3 of the day (theater) because I was incredibly tired, and not because of Jeremy Irons-tinged dreams.  I was tired because of 8 drunkpanic-tinged phone calls between 2 and 2:45 a.m. — calls made to me and not by me, for I was sober and sleeping during this time.  It is now a verified fact: I hate drunk dialing, even if you think you have a reason to call me.  Even if your heart is in the vicinity of the right place.  I’ll forgive you eventually (like after I’ve had several naps), but I will be decidedly Not Happy on the phone.  Anyway, so I played hooky, and had much-needed girltalk with roommate; it was the kind of girltalk that required playing hooky.

When I came back from skipping work, I found out supervisor from job #1 nominated me for student employee of the year.  I missed the deadline by 1 hour, but I sent in my application anyway (why do I have to apply?  Isn’t that odd?), not explaining the hooky-reason for the lateness.  If they take it or not, I’m touched.

Hung out with Andy last night.  I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in a while:
Andy: Dude, I was right about the new Narnicles of Chronia.
Rachel (giggles): What?
Andy:  I mean, the, you know, the other…the Bridge one.  She dies.
Rachel (still giggling): Narnicles.
Andy:  Dude.
Rachel (tries on serious face):  Okay, yeah.  That’s serious and sad.  I’m serious and sad.  (Dissolves into giggles)
Andy: Shut up.

I’m only writing this down so I remember it.  Although one would think with a memory such as mine, which records trivia about Jeremy Irons’ films, Wilson Phillips lyrics (“Hold On” came on in the car yesterday, and I knew all the words, I was so frightened I almost drove off the road), and other nonessential details for eons would be able to record something as funny-to-me as this.  The mind works in mysterious ways.  I can gaurantee you I will spend 10 minutes today searching for my keys and then my car today, but I’ll be singing as I do it…Someday somebody’s gonna make you wanna turn around and say goodBYE-EYE!  Until then baby are gonna let them hold you down and make you cry…

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