I haven't posted anything yet today. Safety Rules are not necessarily amusing to everyone. I'm not apologizing. Rather, I am acknowledging that I am aware of these two facts.
7035 -- Smoke only in areas that are designated as smoking areas. Never smoke while using flammable materials.
I learned the meaning of the word "raze" because of the R.E.M. song "World Leader Pretend".
I learned the meaning of the word "obsequious" because of the They Might Be Giants song "Turn Around".
You know how "obsequious" is a word that some might call an "SAT word"? Well, it actually was on my SAT's the first time I took them, in an analogy. Even though a good deal of time took place between my hearing the song and my taking the test, and I probably would have come across it before then anyway, I like to credit John & John with getting me into college.
Man, I never should have posted that post about good grammar. I'm all paranoid now.
And speaking of the word "raze" -- I have never heard anyone remark upon the fact that its homonym describes an action which is almost exactly opposite. Exactly the opposite of "raze", I mean. Isn't that odd? No wonder you never hear anyone use "raze" in spoken conversation these days.
Last night I drove home from my parents' house. It took two hours, which is what it usually takes if I'm lucky enough not to hit any traffic. I didn't leave until 10: I was going to leave earlier, at around 9:01, but then my dad started watching The Sopranos, and I stayed for that. I don't have HBO at home, so I don't get to watch it anymore, but I really do like it a lot. Also I knew that Meadow was going to try some ecstasy.
The drive was long and lonely, and it started to rain about 10 minutes in. I was actually kind of thankful for the rain, because at least it was something different. I listened to Green and then I made the mistake of putting in my Harry Chapin mix. Harry is depressing as all get-out to begin with, but the kicker is that the mix was made by my estranged ex-boyfriend shortly before we broke up, and it reminded me of a specific evening, boo hoo, blah blah blah, etc etc, you've heard it all before.
So the drive, which has been depressing me anyway the past few times I've made it, and the rain, and the music, and the lateness of the hour, et cetera, gloomily put me in my parking lot around midnight. I had the option of driving instead to a friends' house, seeing some people, and sleeping over, but I didn't feel like burdening anyone else with my sour puss, so I climbed upstairs to my big empty bed.
I did call my best friend, to tell him that I was home, and going to sleep now. He said he would talk to me for a while, which was nice, because I haven't curled up in bed with a phone for a long time. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him. Then I asked him to tell me about what he did Saturday night, and he wove me a little tale of the antics that had ensued. It was a very good story. Then he asked if I was still sad, and he told me that I didn't have anything to be sad about. And I realized that he was right, and I went to sleep content.