HMac's Blurty

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Subject:	Weekend Update (but not as funny as SNL)
Time:	12:17 pm.
Mood:	caffinated.
Music:	always the humming.

I'm downstairs, sipping and enjoying my cafe con leche (ahh...yum!) while tam is upstairs stressing and trying to pull together this american-italian-brazillian union. For me, i'm doin' pretty good.
This weekend's headlines:

After weeks of coaxing on my part, Jenna says my name, like it's no big deal. So awesome.
Arlene's spinach lasagna kinda sucks. But nobody says anything and eats it anyway.
It can take up to three days to see a movie.
Rayne writes his first song. It's about whales splashing him and them apologizing. Rock on, R-dogg.
Discovery: weeding is the new meditation. (like, pulling out weeds, not like, smoking out)
Heather has a terrible cd buying addiction. She needs to go to rehab, but her family is in denial.
Poppi's entire past can be told through coconuts. (side note: more people die from coconuts each year than shark attacks. true!)
Kelly Aissen still kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies, but i'll keep kissing her ass anyway.
After all these years, mima can still make some mean Hello Dollys.
Jami and alex will be more redneck than i've ever been. (HA!)
Ironing sucks ass. From now on, heather will only buy clothes that don't need to be ironed, or will pay someone else to do it.

The con leche is all gone. *Tear* I'm not dead falling-asleep anymore. So, a new list.
Things i'm excited about:

1. The keys this weekend. Five days of conch key cottages, boating, tanning, water-play, good food, and fam. Yeah, we've only been looking forward to this weekend for like, six months now. I may not even be perturbed that my bro will be there.
2. New spin on brazil. Now, roberta's assistant, elizangela, wants me to stay with her family in brazil too. Robera says her family is loaded. Like, they have butlers and maids. My imagination is going crazy. So, the decision is: hang out with someone my own age, or live like a princess? Hmm...maybe both.
3. Orlando bloom in Troy. Half-naked and delicious. Brad Pitt wasn't too bad either. (I know, i am such a 15-year-old girl.)
4. Jami will be in florida! Like, for good! No more rhode island for her, ever. (Rhode island is neither a road nor an island. Discuss.) I missed her being around. But i regret not going to NYC will she was living up there.
5. Nellie McKay and Yellowcard. Damn you, Fye, for making me buy cd's from you. Damn you people, for making damn good music i have to spend my money on. So i haven't gotten to listen to them yet in their entirety, but i'm anticipating some good times. (Noodle salad) Yellowcard makes me drive like a crazed mad-woman. Not good.

Ok, time to go "work." And return some phone call. (Note the singularity.) And meet with roberta. Have i mentioned she kinda intimidates me?
Sigh.