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October 31, 2003

Like Perfect Strangers

I am an ass.

I just spent $19 buying two dozen mini tealight candles from Noga. What the hell am I supposed to do with twenty four tealight candles? Hold a seance?

I tried to do what Sandy suggested, by buying the cheapest thing in the catalogue, but believe me, nothing in this joint was cheap. I mean, these random candles were running upwards of $30 to $40 each. I could've taken my butt over to Yankee Candle and gotten a better deal. And let's not forget all the candle hardware they had going on. Sixty dollars for a ceramic candle holder? Forty-five more for an ascending candlestick mantle? Nu-uh. I don't think so.

I ended up buying the tealights just because they were the cheapest things in the entire book--about $6.95 a dozen. I thought that I'd be a fair friend by buying two sets of 'em, just so it wouldn't be painfully obvious that I was a cheapskate, fair-weathered friend. Unfortunately, the price skyrocketed (just a twinge) from fourteen dollars to an even nineteen after Noga added in the applicable sales tax and shipping charges. Oh yeah, and then there was the obligatory donation to the American Cancer Society (Not that I have anything against donating to charity, especially the ACS). I think I was lucky to get away spending what I did. The whole thing is highway robbery.

Anyway, after I wrote out a check for someone I've never even heard of; Noga and I had to fill the time talking about things that we hadn't said in almost two years. There was the usual "How've you been" fare, but I managed to pick up a lot of stuff that I just didn't know: Natasha and Lindsay had moved into an apartment together. Mike Ankrom was a closet bisexual. Corrine got married to her twenty-seven year old boyfriend, and is now pregnant with their first child. Noga got a job at a bank. Tory had her birthday last week. Everyone from high school was either getting along in a college two thousand miles away, or bumming it around in their parents' house.

I don't like change. I really don't.

The whole thing just bums me out because it's forcing me to accept that I'm really going to have to start growing up. I don't think almost twenty-some years is necessarily a long time to live, but it doesn't seem to have made me feel anymore adult, if that makes any sense. I don't talk to the same people I used to; I don't even act the same way anymore. I used to be excited about getting older, and now it just makes me sad. Sad because I'm going to have to start being responsible for letting things like relationships fall down the tubes.

Bah, humbug.

Today's Sountrack: "It's Not Easy Being Green," Kermit the Frog

Best Part of the Day: NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow morning, and I'm about to piss my pants.

posted at 2:14 p.m.

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