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Tell me on a Sunday, please. Or maybe a Wednesday. What day is this?

Here we are, tater tots. Wednesday! Week’s halfway done. I’m pre-writing this, as I do. So here in Amy-land, it’s a lovely Sunday. I am loafing and writing and finishing making magical packages of awesomeness to send to Germany and playing with Twitter and painting my nails and watching a LOT of bad television and nibbling on popsicles and contemplating scrubbing the tub which I hate doing, but it needs to be done (blergh) and generally spending the day as I most enjoy spending my Sundays: doing exactly what I want to do in a timeline I want to do it in. Well, except the tub-scrubbery. No one wants to do that. Do any of you want to do that? Because I’ll let you, if you want.

Yep, I totally look like this today. All fancy & shit. OH WAIT NO I DON’T.

I’m working through old shows this summer. Currently, I’m watching last summer’s shows. I’m that far behind on my television watching. So this summer, I’m watching last summer’s Pretty Little Liars, Warehouse 13, Drop Dead Diva, and Project Runway. Yes, none of these have that much merit or value. I’m aware. This makes them perfect for summer viewing. I don’t want to think too much during the summer. It’s hot, and I want to sit on the couch typing and half-watch television while I do so. These shows are perfect for that, because you really don’t have to pay a lot of attention to them. They go on just fine without you paying close attention. There are silly twists and melodrama and pretty dresses and sometimes steamy kissery. I’m very pleased with these shows for my heat-addled brain’s summer viewing pleasure. I KNOW, you’re probably all QUITE DISAPPOINTED I’m not as deep as you thought I was. Sorry. I’m really not. I like silly foolish pretty things as much as the next girl. (Also, does anyone WATCH Pretty Little Liars? What is UP with Aria’s earrings? They are HUGE! They would ruin her whole ears. Although, honestly? She is cute as a damn button, that girl. I have a little envy of her adorableness.)

Stylish, but also? HEAVY.

I have very exciting things coming up (well, one of them has passed at this point, which is one of the perils of writing so far in advance) this week. And I thought I had no plans! But now I have ALL THE PLANS! First, I am going to dinner with some theater friends. We are getting spicy Indian food. Are you so excited? I am. By the time you are reading this, it’s already happened. Hopefully I was well-behaved and didn’t totally act like a jackass, and my social anxiety didn’t ratchet up to crazy heights. Also, Dad said, “You shouldn’t eat Indian food. It will kill you. IT WILL KILL YOU.” I’m not really sure it will, since the people who live in India eat it all the time and seem to be thriving just fine, but apparently that’s another thing that Dad wouldn’t do: eat Indian food.

This looks good, right? I think so. I’m tentatively optimistic.

I just checked the menu and it has a LOT of things and now I am immediately worried that I am going to either get something I hate or look like an idiot in front of people that I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of because the few times I’ve gone out for Indian food before it was either a buffet (therefore, the choice is removed from you – you just take whatever looks yummy) or I think I just got some sort of curry and that was that. But there are a LOT of choices on this menu. THIS IS VERY DIFFICULT. Also I like these people but don’t know them very well because we’ve worked together but never socialized so I am now officially freaking out. See? See why I am not ever fit to socialize with the normal folks? Good grief. I just sent Twitter an SOS and told them to decide for me. They have to work with the constrictions that I hate onions, garlic, most vegetables, beef, and anything that strikes me as weird.

This was easily-found on the internet. I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO HATES THESE THINGS KEN.

So far I think we’ve decided I can have a glass of water and maybe some chicken if I scrape off all the sauce. And a free breath mint at the register. Maybe. Bee tee dubs, Ken’s totally despairing over my food issues today. Here, I’ll show you:

Anyway, so I’m freaking out about something that normal people wouldn’t. No, not just food. People AND food. Welcome to my head, it’s a fun place to be. This will already be old news by the time you read this so I’m sure you’ll know if I a., died of Indian-food-related death or b., made a fool out of myself. Or, c., it all went fine, which is probably what will happen. I’m thinking probably c. I always blow social shit all out of proportion.

Then then THEN, my friend N. sent me a message and a play he wrote is being performed this Friday. Well, I want to go! Because guess who was sort-of-kind-of the inspiration for the play? No, not Idi Amin. ME ME ME! I want to see the play sort-of-kind-of based on me! Also, N.’s playwriting skills are really kind of stunning. I have all kinds of envy. Not the “I HATE HIM” kind – I couldn’t be more pleased for him – but the “WHOA do I wish I could do that” kind. I tried to write plays once. I wrote three. Two were somewhat successful. One was terrible. And then I stopped writing them, because it never was something I wanted to do again. It’s not like I miss it. It just wasn’t my thing. My dialogue is stilted and I have no eye for what makes a dramatic scenario. (One was good enough to win a prize, though. And be performed! On television! I know, quite fancy. Someday I will attempt to get it switched from VHS to DVD and you can all see wee skinny 17-year-old Amy being interviewed on television. It’s a kick.)

ANYWAY, N. is wonderful at such things, and extremely talented, and I’m very much looking forward to seeing his show. I’m attempting to get out and do more things that are not in my comfort zone. It’s a thing I’m trying. I’ll report back and let you know how the experiment progresses.

Then then THEN, Sunday, I’m going to Poughkeepsie to see C. and C. and Vassar that looks like all the castles and to see a play with fancy PEOPLE in it! From the front ROW!

WELCOME TO HOGWARTS!

I know. This week really is going to be the best, right? Although I detest summer heat and humidity and grossness and such, I certainly do love doing things in the summer. There are always fun things happening. Soon there will be a trip home for The Nephew’s 3rd birthday celebration, then there will be a trip home for a long week-and-a-half where you will totally miss me because I will be OFF THE INTERWEBZ for 9 whole days (well, I’ll still have posts, I think…working on that, don’t fret, my little lemon drops) and then there is MORE bon vivanting before the closing of the year. I know! Oh, and a BIRTHDAY before the year is up, whoo-hoo! And a BOOK! And a VERY AUSPICIOUS ANNIVERSARY, which we will talk more about in a few months! I know, 2012 is really rounding out nicely. I so approve, 2012.

The rest of the week will be work work work come home WRITE WRITE WRITE slouch slouch try to read a little sleep repeat. I am trying VERY HARD to keep up with sj’s Tolkien read this summer. I can already see myself getting super-behind. My reading’s been spotty lately. This is what happens when you write every second you’re not working or sleeping (and also sometimes writing when you ARE working. Ahem. If anyone from work is reading this, THAT IS A LIE I WOULD NEVER HA.) So far I am still on-target with the reading. WHEW! Yes yes YES it just started. Shush, you.

OK. On to my next project: walking over to my mailbox and seeing if I got my final piece of the top-secret prize package, then making you all a pretty video of what’s in it, wrapping it all up, then packaging it for mailing tomorrow. I know, this is so short, Amy-wise. I have THINGS TO DO. Tub-scrubbery! Package-wrappery! This is quite a day! Yay for Sundays! That you read about on Wednesdays!

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27 responses to “Tell me on a Sunday, please. Or maybe a Wednesday. What day is this?

  • blogginglily

    where’s the rest of this blog post? Amy, oh my god, you probably didn’t even notice, but wordpress clearly lost at least 3/4 of your blog post!! UGH! That’s got to be SO FRUSTRATING!!!

    I’m having trouble keeping up with SJ’s posts, let alone reading the books at the same time!

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    • sj

      WHAAAAAAAAAAA?

      I think you’re confused, Jim. I don’t even post every day! I used to post every day, but then it got depressing and stressful, so now I just post when I want to, damnit.

      Oh, except for this group read thing.

      WHY DID I GIVE MYSELF A SCHEDULE?!

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    • lucysfootball

      I know, right? Sometimes (expecially this summer) I’m going to start posting ones that are a weeeeee bit shorter. Still long by normal blogger standards, but shorter than you all expect from me. So I can enjoy a little of my summer. Just a little. I promise they’ll still have lots of words and ZOMGs in them. Maybe just not AS many. You all probably want to enjoy your summers, too!

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    There’s a famous saying that goes: Deep down we’re all shallow

    Well, it’s not really famous as much as it’s something I say. Sometimes.

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    • lucysfootball

      I’d like to think I’m not, but every once and a while I find myself being so and then I get SO MAD at myself and then give myself a stern talking-to. I think that’s a good saying. If it’s not famous, it should be. For sure.

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  • sj

    I think part of the reason I can’t blog every day is because then there is NO TIME TO READ.

    And you know I have to do all the reading. All of it.

    I have these ARCs that I have to read and review before the books come out, and I have to keep up with the Tolkien reading and THEN! Then I get to read your book, which is just the most exciting.

    [happy sigh]

    Books rule.

    Oh, and i guess plays are awesome too.

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    • lucysfootball

      My reading has slowed down to a crawl since I started blogging, it’s true. I used to read 200 books a year. I’m lucky if I read 50-75 now. But it’s a fair tradeoff, overall, for me.

      My book will be quick. Only – oh, 50 pages or so? I think? 40 poems, a couple are more than one page but most are a page. Shouldn’t be too long at all. Quick read.

      Plays ARE awesome. I get to see two this weekend! Well, one, and then a playwright’s showcase with a number of short works in it. So, lots of theater this weekend, hooray!

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    I’m guessing you didn’t die from delicious Indian food after all? Since you’ve been replying to comments on your blog posts? (Unless you did die and they have WiFi in heaven. (Or in hell, I guess. Which might be more fun. Heaven always sounds quite boring to me. But knowing you, probably heaven.)

    So, since you probably not die, what did you have? Was it delicious? And beautiful?

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    • lucysfootball

      Aw! Look, Andreas thinks I’m going to HEAVEN, you guys! How nice is THAT? (I agree. Heaven always sounded dreadfully boring. At least the cool people would be in Hell. I think you’d laugh a lot more down there, don’t you?)

      I did not die and will talk about what I had on…um…Saturday, I think. I’m days ahead here and am getting confused. (But I already TOLD you because I didn’t want you to have to wait. Hee!)

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  • Anonymous

    Yay! A fellow onion-hater!!! I am the ONLY one in my family who hates (nay, even DETESTS) onions. It’s further proof that I was ‘adopted’. ;-)

    I think this is further proof of why I resonate with your humor so much – we must have some sort of similar DNA somewhere, that is tied to onion-hating and humor. (And also, clearly, intelligence, amiright??)

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  • Heather

    I hate crunching into onions, but I like their flavor, so I use onion powder in the few dishes I make that call for onions. Crunching into them is gross. I loooove garlic, though.

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    • lucysfootball

      I don’t hate their flavor. Like (and be prepared to be grossed out) I like Funyuns. And I like onion rings if the onions inside aren’t crunchy. I guess I like flaccid onions. (Hee!) But only sometimes. Things that are too oniony gross me out.

      I only like garlic if it’s in a sauce with a LOT of other things so I don’t know it’s there, or one time on a pizza I really liked. I used to like it more than I do now. I’m not really sure what happened there.

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  • Cassie

    Oh Good Lord. I am OBSESSED with Pretty Little Liars. I’ve never read the books, but I can not get enough of that show. I had to hide it from my boyfriend for a while because I knew he would tell our group of friends and I would be picked on endlessly. It’s just so good. bah. And yes, those earrings are way too heavy, you’d have giant ear holes after a few days in those things.

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    • lucysfootball

      THANK YOU. I think you and I are the the only adults who admit that. It’s just all so pretty! And such escapist drama! (I’m like a year behind. Have they found out who “A” is yet? This is getting RIDICULOUS.)

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      • Cassie

        I refuse to tell you a thing. You must discover it on your own. Wow, I feel like such a weenie now for not blowing out all the information.

        It is so pretty. I literally sometimes want to freeze frame just so I can copy an outfit right off the screen. They’re saying that Lucy Hale (Aria) would like to play the girl character in 50 Shades of Gray. While I haven’t read 50 Shades of Gray – I may die if she is some sort of sex object. She’s like deer in headlights sweet.

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        • lucysfootball

          Ha! No. You’re not a weenie. Not ever. I’m amazed they haven’t revealed A’s identity yet. I think I’m on season – 2? 3, maybe?

          Ugh, no no NO Lucy Hale. You’re right. She’s too adorable. I don’t want that for her. Not at all.

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  • Jericha Senyak (@JerichaSenyak)

    Oh wait, you like flaccid onions and garlic hidden in sauces? That certainly expands your options. Now I’m fascinated to see what you ordered. I don’t like raw onions. I like onions that have been cooked into gooey sweetness in butter and/or olive oil and/or bacon fat. I wonder if you would like my onions. Also I wonder if you would like my samosas. Do you like MASHED potatoes? Or is the potato hate extended to ALL FORMS of potato? Now all I want to do is cook you delicious things.

    Also, I wear earrings like that all the time, and honestly? Yes, I am starting to look like Buddha. Only very slightly, BUT STILL. However, it is worth it.

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    • lucysfootball

      I like mashed potatoes (it’s just chunks of boiled potato I hate), but can’t have them (or much of them) due to dietary restrictions. Or any carbs, actually. My life is a tricky maze of rules and restrictions.

      I am so low-maintenance about earrings. Same hoops since college. Lots of them, since I’m all pierced up, but I probably put fancy earrings in once every two years. Very, very lazy.

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      • Jericha Senyak (@JerichaSenyak)

        Okay, so I could make you samosas with ground lamb instead of potatoes. Do you like lamb? I’m totally going to show up at your door with samosas and be like INDIAN FOOD IS ALL THE AWESOME as a reward for your bravery in a) venturing out with normal people (normal people are SCARY, yo) and b) eating things you dad is certain will kill you.

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        • lucysfootball

          I don’t think I’ve ever had lamb. I had veal once. I loved it, then I felt terrible about it because BABY COW! I’ve also never had samosas.

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          • Jericha Senyak (@JerichaSenyak)

            Hmmm. I could just use ground beef. Or do lamb and make it so delicious you decide you love lamb FOR EVAH even though sad baby sheep! (Lambs don’t get the horrible treatment veal does, though. They get to frolic first.) Samosas are awesome. They’re essentially the spring rolls of Indian food – delicious flavorful stuff in a deep-fried crispy shell of super-thin dough. They are the most tasty. When I was a kid I would try to convince my dad to let me have nothing but samosas when we went out for Indian food and he would get all grumpy and say NO THEY ARE APPETIZERS YOU CANNOT HAVE APPETIZERS FOR DINNER so now that I’m an adult I make a point of doing exactly that all the time.

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  • lynnettedobberpuhl

    My God I am hungry after reading all this. I hope your week was/is as full of fun as you projected on Sunday. I must go find food now. That is all.

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