NOW I'M STEPPIN' INTO THE TWILIGHT ZONE
No, I'm not drunk and rewriting a previous Chronicle. I truly have had a strange, strange day full of random events and weird coincidences.
This morning I drove in to work and some woman three cars ahead of me kept stopping her car for no reason and the line of cars behind her continuously almost hit each other. I was looking to see what the hell was going on, and there was nothing. Just some woman who kept stopping her car all of a sudden. Strange thing is that at one point, she slammed on her breaks and on the other side of the road some other woman did the same thing. Almost as if an invisible dog ran across the street.
I get on the freeway and the screen on my phone then goes out for no reason. I later found out, when Chad called what appeared to be my dead phone, that it still works. I just have no clue who's calling and can't see anyone's phone number. AND the screen is so hot it was burning my ear (your poem came to mind, Rod). I now have a post-it note with phone numbers stuck to it as my phone book.
I get closer to work and am passed by a hippy on a bicycle who's seat pole is approximately six feet high, if not more. This is the second time I've seen him and I always wonder how he gets on the damned thing.
Arriving at work, I get an email that my friend's brother's band is on tour for a few months and just so happens that he's in the Pacific Northwest this weekend. Funny thing is that he's an ex-boyfriend from ten years ago and it ended badly. It's been ten years, so I can definitely let go of it (I definitely played a big part and he had a right to hate me), but I know he thinks I'm psycho from back then. After making sure I will not be kicked out or beaten if I show up at a show, I decide to go check out their band this weekend.
So, I come home and am picking up my room. I had some old high school yearbooks out for quite some time, from trying to determine who my friend's neighbor is (he went to my high school) and I go to put them in their rightful place in the storage room. I haven't been back there in a while and am not sure how these got out, but there were condoms all over the floor. I start picking them up and realize what they're from...the ex coming to town sent them to me in one of the many letters he wrote me ten years ago. They must have fallen out of one of the letters in the memory box when I got the yearbooks out a couple of months ago.
I started going through my memory box and found the letters I knew were there, but hadn't touched in years and years. I sat down and read all of them and realized I was a total bitch to this poor guy back then, and he was very sweet to me, and I had the whole situation of what happened to me that bad, bad day many moons ago, completely warped in my mind. I was a bitch. Oh my God. I was real bitch. I knew I played a part in things, but I didn't realize just how bad I was until now. I never thought I was really bad to anyone, but I have been.
I know we can't change our past, but we can change our future. We all know I've had my ups and downs, but I think that in general I have a really good heart and love many, many people that I'm so grateful are in my life. I only hope to continue this path with people in my life. And as I sat there thinking of how I've been, how I now am, and how I want to be remembered, I found two coasters from a restaurant in Phoenix in the memory box. Ones that friends/coworkers wrote all over about me...things I say often, things they often said to me, and things they think of me. And now I know how people will remember be. I laugh and I shake my head...
*Christian totally $#&@# up.
*So, like I was like driving on the highway, when I like just threw up!
*Bleepty Bleep Bleep! (Serena won't swear except in her car)
*I don't curse A LOT.
*Hello!!! Don't put your things in my nachos.
*What the fuck?
*I totally had diarrhea...
*Heather, could you PLEASE not fart in my office!
*I love hick music.
No, no, no. This isn't gross...
(In fake groggy voice) Marcos, I just woke up and it's noon, blah, blah, blah.
*She's a slut!
Why does somebody egg my car?
(Said to me) Hey lady, do you have a a) cigarette b) 37 cents for a burger or c) I can't read what they wrote.
*Heather is a dirty, dirty girl.
*The jungle will miss you.
*Heather loves Brittney (this is because I DETEST Brittney Spears)
*I love pig sandwiches.
*Booty call.
*Bendy straws for everyone!
*I'm so hot! (this was in reference to the weather, but they thought I was conceited)
*Nobody told me! I'm SO confused!
*I don't make out with boys in parking lots on good days.
*We're going to kill Santa Senorita (homeless man to Serena and I)
*Pamela hates you (I know you don't though Pamela).
*Oh my God! I haven't smoked in two hours! I'm a non-smoker!
*Heather lives in an underground garage.
*Eyebrow ring
*I laughed, I cried, CATS is the worst damned musical I've ever seen!
*I like to wear trashy, white dresses.
Uhhhhh. I hope that when I die, people will have amnesia. Hahahaha.
Love to all,
Heather
This morning I drove in to work and some woman three cars ahead of me kept stopping her car for no reason and the line of cars behind her continuously almost hit each other. I was looking to see what the hell was going on, and there was nothing. Just some woman who kept stopping her car all of a sudden. Strange thing is that at one point, she slammed on her breaks and on the other side of the road some other woman did the same thing. Almost as if an invisible dog ran across the street.
I get on the freeway and the screen on my phone then goes out for no reason. I later found out, when Chad called what appeared to be my dead phone, that it still works. I just have no clue who's calling and can't see anyone's phone number. AND the screen is so hot it was burning my ear (your poem came to mind, Rod). I now have a post-it note with phone numbers stuck to it as my phone book.
I get closer to work and am passed by a hippy on a bicycle who's seat pole is approximately six feet high, if not more. This is the second time I've seen him and I always wonder how he gets on the damned thing.
Arriving at work, I get an email that my friend's brother's band is on tour for a few months and just so happens that he's in the Pacific Northwest this weekend. Funny thing is that he's an ex-boyfriend from ten years ago and it ended badly. It's been ten years, so I can definitely let go of it (I definitely played a big part and he had a right to hate me), but I know he thinks I'm psycho from back then. After making sure I will not be kicked out or beaten if I show up at a show, I decide to go check out their band this weekend.
So, I come home and am picking up my room. I had some old high school yearbooks out for quite some time, from trying to determine who my friend's neighbor is (he went to my high school) and I go to put them in their rightful place in the storage room. I haven't been back there in a while and am not sure how these got out, but there were condoms all over the floor. I start picking them up and realize what they're from...the ex coming to town sent them to me in one of the many letters he wrote me ten years ago. They must have fallen out of one of the letters in the memory box when I got the yearbooks out a couple of months ago.
I started going through my memory box and found the letters I knew were there, but hadn't touched in years and years. I sat down and read all of them and realized I was a total bitch to this poor guy back then, and he was very sweet to me, and I had the whole situation of what happened to me that bad, bad day many moons ago, completely warped in my mind. I was a bitch. Oh my God. I was real bitch. I knew I played a part in things, but I didn't realize just how bad I was until now. I never thought I was really bad to anyone, but I have been.
I know we can't change our past, but we can change our future. We all know I've had my ups and downs, but I think that in general I have a really good heart and love many, many people that I'm so grateful are in my life. I only hope to continue this path with people in my life. And as I sat there thinking of how I've been, how I now am, and how I want to be remembered, I found two coasters from a restaurant in Phoenix in the memory box. Ones that friends/coworkers wrote all over about me...things I say often, things they often said to me, and things they think of me. And now I know how people will remember be. I laugh and I shake my head...
*Christian totally $#&@# up.
*So, like I was like driving on the highway, when I like just threw up!
*Bleepty Bleep Bleep! (Serena won't swear except in her car)
*I don't curse A LOT.
*Hello!!! Don't put your things in my nachos.
*What the fuck?
*I totally had diarrhea...
*Heather, could you PLEASE not fart in my office!
*I love hick music.
No, no, no. This isn't gross...
(In fake groggy voice) Marcos, I just woke up and it's noon, blah, blah, blah.
*She's a slut!
Why does somebody egg my car?
(Said to me) Hey lady, do you have a a) cigarette b) 37 cents for a burger or c) I can't read what they wrote.
*Heather is a dirty, dirty girl.
*The jungle will miss you.
*Heather loves Brittney (this is because I DETEST Brittney Spears)
*I love pig sandwiches.
*Booty call.
*Bendy straws for everyone!
*I'm so hot! (this was in reference to the weather, but they thought I was conceited)
*Nobody told me! I'm SO confused!
*I don't make out with boys in parking lots on good days.
*We're going to kill Santa Senorita (homeless man to Serena and I)
*Pamela hates you (I know you don't though Pamela).
*Oh my God! I haven't smoked in two hours! I'm a non-smoker!
*Heather lives in an underground garage.
*Eyebrow ring
*I laughed, I cried, CATS is the worst damned musical I've ever seen!
*I like to wear trashy, white dresses.
Uhhhhh. I hope that when I die, people will have amnesia. Hahahaha.
Love to all,
Heather
