Crazybananas

Things me and my hormones have cried over since this weekend:

1. Law and Order SVU
2. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and/or Three Wishes or any other show where poor people, people with dead husbands or people with sick kids get new houses.
3. Waiting until I am extremely hungry to look for food, especially when there is no food in the house
4. Dropping a full sample cake for the wedding on the floor. Upside down. And then the dog started eating it.
5. The giant hormonal zits covering my face.
6. The price of ivory pillows.

Trent: How much is it?

Drive thru lady: It’s $5.23.

(Pause)

Drive thru lady: You look just like that guy in that movie.

Trent: Me?

Drive thru lady: Yeah, you know…the one with the guy and all the singing?

Trent: Ummm….no.

Drive thru lady: You know, what’s it called? “Enemy of the State!” The computer guy. You look just like him. What’s his name? Anthony Hopkins?

Trent: You mean, Dennis Hopper?

Drive thru lady: Yeah! That’s it, Dennis Hopper.

Trent: No one’s ever said that to me before. Thank you, I guess.

It was inevitable, the return of Harry to my world. At least he is someone who will hang out with me when I can’t party. Yes, I realize he is not real.

If only Harry Potter were not fictional. I would send one Master Ronald Weasley a Howler regarding his hair. Behold!

Who could ask for more?

This new addition to crazybananas dot com is just for Mara so she’ll stop leaving three-page comments that have nothing to do with the post they are linked to, like she did here and here and here.

Update…Scott is talking to me, so the situation has only been slightly damaged. I can’t decide if it is worse to have a good friend not talking to me or to have my ex not talking to me, because it seems that I can’t be okay with both brothers at the same time. Jealousy is a funny thing. I went home with the intention of having some drama happen to make my life seem a little better, but avoided a situation that would have been the most uncomfortably awesome situation in the whole world in order to make it an even night. All I know is that someone needs to invent a breathalyzer for cell phones, it would make my life a lot easier, I have fixed the situation a little by deciding not to have numbers in my phone book that could eventually have severe consequences on my social life if called while too drunk. Problem number one however is that I am a human phone book and numbers, especially ones that I used to dial multiple times on a daily basis are stuck in the old brain. SOOOO…we will see how this experiment goes the next time I decide to go home and want to hang out with Scott. ANYWAYS…off to work.