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10:24 a.m. - 03.17.05 Now to everyone else today, Happy St. Patrick�s Day. Or a good excuse for get drunk if you are Irish day. Or pretending to be Irish day. Or just want to get drunk. Whatever. Wear green, there may be a crazy person that will pinch you. It�s also this girl I went to High school with Jessica Rutledge�s birthday. So even though I don�t know where she is and haven�t spoken to her in age�s happy birthday to her. Last night I saw House of Flying Daggers. Holy shit. That�s all I have to say really. It�s beautiful. If my love affair with Asians ever dies I�ll just need to put this movie in and watch it. It amazes me. You should go see it as soon as possible. Unless you hate martial arts movies or gorgeous cinematography. So exciting things that have happened to me in the past 24 hours, we�ll start with this morning. I asked my mom last week if Jenni could park her car at their house while she�s in Nebraska (she left this morning); my mom said that would be fine. This morning we dropped off Jenni�s car, and I drove her to the airport. Well my mother forgot about the whole conversation and called the police this morning when she saw the car. Like some kind of fucking retard. Then she calls me screaming because OH YEAH I just remembered I told Elizabeth, Jenni could park her car here. Apparently she just figured someone had stolen a car and decided to abandon it at her house. My thoughts are this; why not give it some serious thought, think back to a whole 12 hours earlier when you had a conversation about a car being parked at your house. Then if you still can�t remember anything, call your husband, kids, whoever and ask hey do you know anything about this? If that produces no results then yeah call the police. She just slightly over reacts to things. She drives me insane. The fucking police. I can�t believe it. I hope they don�t call Jenni�s dad (car is in his name). The whole point of her parking the car there is so her father thinks she drove to Austin and not flew to Nebraska. Less than 24 hours ago I talked to her about this. Ginko Biloba stat. I swear she is determined to give me a heart attack, stroke, brain tumor, or all three by the time I�m 30. (Speaking off a week from yesterday me (whatever word it�s I) will be one year closer to 30) I did call her and apologize for screaming at her when she called me. It just freaked me out when she told me the police were there. She almost had them tow the car. Yesterday I witnessed this great little domestic dispute. Scott and I went to lunch and I was leaving to go pick up Grace from school this woman was coming out of the adjacent building screaming and kicking her husband, boyfriend, or baby�s daddy. She was dressed for work so I�m assuming this was her work place and he had stopped by with their kids. They had been escorted out of the building by security and the security officers were trying to separate them. One was watching the two little girls and the other was trying to block the woman from hitting the man. It was pretty funny. Like after dinner theater. I couldn�t hear most of what she was screaming but something about �you aint takin my daughters you fucker� �I�ll fucking kill you motherfucker�. It was awesome. I also had a chance to use my jumper cables yesterday. This woman at the gas station had a bad battery and had already had her car jumped that morning but she turned the car off while getting gas and it wouldn�t start again. I guess using my jumper cables isn�t a huge deal but Santa brought me a car emergency kit for Christmas and I�ve never even cut the little plastic tie off of it. I�m pretty sure the cop that arrested me thought I was hiding drugs in there, no wonder he asked me 40 times where I kept my needles. Anywho so the Super Gay at Exxon cut it open for me and I did my Good Samaritan deed for the year. It feels great to have it out of the way so early. Now I can be as rude as I want to be and think back to that one time I helped that lady out so her 5 kids shoved in the back of the 1987 Le Baron wouldn�t be stranded. Like I said, Jenni left for Nebraska this morning. I�m renting out her room for the weekend. Anyone interested in illicit affairs and you want the comfort of home rather than the stuffiness of a hotel you let me know. It�s nice; I�ll even clean a little. Of course I�ll make sure to give her part of the profits. Come on its nice here. And you won�t catch a disease from the toilet seats. Oh yes and also purplecigar as soon as I finish The Know It All, I�ll write a review on my Book Review page. I just started it so I don�t really have an opinion yet. Though I do like what I�ve read so far. Jay, my kneecaps did indeed survive the movie. I positioned myself at the end of the row. Usually I want to be taller, but when it comes to old jank movie theaters I want to be shorter. Katherine, Good luck on your interviews.
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