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.
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…