Thursday, October 23, 2008

Procrastinaton! Depression! Fast car!

Hello folks.
I should be studying for my Physics exam, but instead, I'm listening to the New Pornographer's new album and writing this post. And carrying an overwhelming Ohio-related depression over my shoulders 24/7. (It's true. I never want to get out of bed. And when I do, all I want to do is call Liz and listen to "Fast Car") I want to become a better vegetarian...I need to buy more groceries. I also want to paint more . I painted last night (!!), and it was wonderful. I painted my kitten and chaos in the background of his existence. I think it was really me. Ugh. Everything is stupid.

I'm copying this post from Liz's blog...because she thought this was hilarious, too. But, this is the conversation I had with my mother on the phone yesterday. Basically, the background of this conversation is that I was telling Mom I hate Ohio...which, in her mind makes me 'alternative' or a 'rebel'. Hilarity ensues...

Mom: You know, your mother is sort of rebel too.
Kelly: What? What are you talking about? You follow every word of the Bible.
M: No, not that. In other things. I'm a rebel.
K: Well, how? What are some examples?
3 minute pause.
M: Well, you know when they opened that Roche Brothers, I wouldn't shop there because all of the snooty beautiful mothers shop there and I don't want to be one of them.
K: Oh, um...
M: Actually, I was at Roche Brothers the other day and there's a Starbucks in there, you know. And all these middle school girls were waiting in line talking like valley girls. They were just trying to be cool. Oh and I was waiting in line too. And so I heard one of the girls ask the counter person what her favorite drink was, and she said "Carmel Macciato" so that's what the girl ordered. She was just trying so hard to be cool.
K: Well...I work at Starbucks and we have to be able to answer that question. Middle aged people come in all the time wanting to know what kind of drink to get. And we have to be able to suggest them something by asking them a few questions. The girl probably didn't know what she wanted.
M: Oh yeah, now that I think about it, they were kind of awkward and geeky.
K: Like your daughters?
M: No? You're not awkward.
K: Me and Liz are really awkward.
M: Yeah, but it's good to be different.

Mmm...our mother is completely out of her mind.

Leaving you with my new favorite lyrics (courtesy of the new pornographers) as my own personal signature (hehehe!)

"Come head on, full circle
Our arms fill with miracles
Play hearts, kid, they work well
Like classics play aces
Stay with me, go places
Once more for the ages

Yes a heart should always go one step too far
Come the morning and the day winding like dreams
Come the morning every blue shade of green
Come with me, go places"

xoxo Iwantatickettoanywhere xoxo


Emily said...

your mother makes me giggle :D

Nicole said...

Yes, our mothers definitely shouldn't meet. Then they would think they were normal people. It would be bad.