I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
Today I found the first nasty comment left on my blog. Ahh, celebrity! It appears to be from some disgruntled high school classmate. It’s so flattering to know that people from high school still remember me. I’m proud of that. The fact that some may still resent my success is unsettling, as it’s been years since we attended school together. Oh, well. We all have to expend our energy somehow.
I wrote this for my mom 5/9/04, and it really sums up what I want my mom to know tomorrow when she checks out my blog. I wonder if she ever changed my dirty diapers when I was a baby and predicted that I’d put her through even worse crap someday. Ha! Like puberty and a cross-country move. Even the preparation for the latter was arduous.
How exciting it is to tear off the October sheet of my at-a-glance calendar and start scribbling plans for November!
So…I’m back. I called in sick to work on Friday, because 1) I was the kind of sick of the pounds o’ phlegm and a voice like a mafiosa variety, 2) I had a tutoring interview that I had already postponed once that week wayyyy in Brooklyn that I had to get to at 3, and 3) my parents were in town. I I had to get up really early and call in sick, but no one at the school would answer the phone. Once I left my message with a polite administrator (that doesn’t have to be an oxymoron), I dozed a few more hours. My parents and I met up, ate breakfast at West Way Cafe, and I changed into my grownup uniform. It was still raining buckets. I told my parents I really didn’t need to be escorted to the interview site, but I’m glad they were around for the ride. It was a long one. We waited FOR the Q, then ON the Q, and then we walked blocks and blocks…in the wrong direction…TOGETHER. Quality time, if you ask me. I’m not all that familiar with Brooklyn, so I don’t know what the charming neighborhood I went to was called, but it was very Jewish. At one point, all the signs were English and Yiddish. I felt like the Aryan outsider schlepping around in my stilettoes. (Yes, in rain! All because I thought this would keep the hem of my pants from getting wet[ter]. I was wrong).
Tomorrow afternoon the man responsible for my shapely (okay skinny, but muscular) legs and the woman responsible for my full German face are coming to New York. I’m hoping to meet my parents at La Guardia, so long as torrential rains don’t interfere. If they do, then I still might dog-paddle to Queens.
I could and should write all about the fun day I had, but I’m sleepy and have a book to read. Also, tonight is apparently the season premiere of Saturday Night Live.
*Remember, everybody. A Buddy Christ picture means that an old writing of mine from a previous site has been resurrected. See, it’s clever. Not non sequitur. I don’t want to be Ms. Non Sequitur with the random religious pictures.
