my duvet!

it arrived yesterday afternoon. last night, debra helped me put the duvet on the comforter and the new sheets on my bed. the funny thing about the duvet is that it's supposed to be king sized but it doesn't look that big on my queen sized bed. it fits it pretty well. and the sheets are so soft. in fact, they are heavenly. sleeping in them last night felt so very delicious. i've never used a flat sheet on any of my beds but i used this one because it's just so soft. i knew it would be, but i just can't get over it. all of you will just have to come over and lie in my bed to fully understand my joy. plus, the whole thing just looks so pretty. i keep standing in my room for no reason just to stare at my bed. i'm not quite done yet though. i plan on buying another king sized pillow and two green king sized pillowcases to match the duvet. then my bed ensemble will be complete.

anyway. that's all.

my mother lost her keys and her mind followed.

so i woke up this morning around 9 but didn't get out of bed until 10. i go to my computer to turn it on but see a post-it note stuck to the monitor. the note says: "cherry, i took your car because i couldn't find my keys. mom." but in really bad english. [the note actually read: "cherry mom borow your car i don't know where my key"] great. i'm stuck at home.

after putting in my contacts and brushing my teeth, i search the house for the keys to her suv which is still in our garage. i search all the likely places - the kitchen counter, the kitchen table, the family room table (including the drawers), her bedroom, her desk (including the drawers), her bathroom counter (including the drawers), her closet, the wet bar, the laundry room (including the cupboards), the linen closet, and so on. nothing. i do a second sweep. still nothing. i consider the possibility that the keys have seriously just walked off the face of this earth and resign myself to being stuck in the house all day.

when my mother gets home from work around 4, she goes upstairs and tells me that she spent half an hour this morning looking for her keys. at this point, my brain decides to take a break from thinking and i stupidly ask her, "did you leave your keys at work?" she stares at me as if i've just eaten a crayon. i know she wants to laugh in my face but she slowly explains to me as if i'm four years old that she wouldn't have been able to get home from work yesterday if she didn't have her keys. so clearly they must be somewhere in the house. "how did you graduate from college?" i know she wants to ask me.

instead, she goes to change her clothes and continues the search. after about twenty minutes of fruitless searching, she returns to me, angry and frustrated, and comes to the conclusion that my father must have accidentally taken her keys this morning along with his. of course. because my father, the sensible one, always does foolish things like this. and this is only the 5,437th time she's lost her keys somewhere in the house. this time must be different! there's no way she could've lost the keys again. my father must have taken the keys! of course!! "i'm so mad at him!!" she tells me.

five minutes later, she yells from downstairs, "I FOUND THEM!!" i ask her where. "in the hall closet," she answers. "i opened the closet and there they were!" she tries to explain why she left them there but, as usual, she makes no sense. "i'm getting so old..." she says. mm-hmm.

i fear that i will become like my mother when i become older. a crazy, forgetful car thief.

my new bed and stupid horny indian kids.

fuck! i hate this new blogger template. i just wrote like two paragraphs, hit backspace randomly WITHOUT highlighting ANYTHING and it erased my entire entry. what the fuck. stupid blogger. i hate you.

anyway, since the trip to vegas, a new bed and stupid horny indian kids have kept me entertained. not together. eew. moving on...

i have a new bed! several days after coming home from vegas, my parents got me a new queen sized bed from bombay. unfortunately, since it's queen sized and my bedroom is miniature sized, my new bed pretty much takes up about 80% of my room. my parents moved my old desk and bookcase out of my room so it's not so bad. now the only things left in there are my dresser and the new bed. quite sparse.

i think what i love the most about my new bed, though, is that it led to one of my favorite things of all time - shopping. i looked forward to shopping for new bedding. what joys would i discover in the bedding section - an area i rarely visited? it would be like charting new territory! in my sad mind, anyway. sufficed to say, i was very excited. however, soon after i giddily began my quest for new bedding, i was thwarted by one of the great villains of shopping - apathy. (okay, i'm really sorry, i have no idea why i'm talking like this. it just...happened. i'll try to stop.) i just couldn't, for the life of me, find anything i liked. i went to target and bed bath & beyond. nothing. i went to their online stores, PLUS linens-n-things and pottery barn and macy's and so on. nothing. and then when i found things that i kind of liked, there were always problems such as the fact that i didn't want the complete fucking set - JUST the comforter or duvet. i don't need ten pillowcases and shams and sheets and bedskirts. why don't you people sell these things separately?!? WHY?!?? you greedy selfish corporate bastards!!

anyway, i finally decided to go on ebay to see if people were selling things separately and i found a really cute pottery barn duvet. ironically, i hadn't noticed it on the pottery barn website until debra pointed it out to me. then i felt stupid. unfortunately, all of the ones being sold on ebay were king sized. so i just went with it. the new bed is rather tall so i figure it'll be fine. it is quite annoying though that the bed is tall. i can't just fall onto it. because if i did, i would just bounce off the high side and land on the floor.

today, i went to bed bath & beyond to buy new pink sheets (i think they'll look really cute with the green duvet) which are just oh so soft. i also bought a king sized comforter that i'm airing out right now. i've already paid for the duvet so it's on it's way! wee, rhymes! i can't wait for it to get here so that i can put the whole thing together and just stand in my room and sigh to myself and think, "you did it, cherry!" of course, i will take pictures and post them online so the rest of the world can admire my bed as well. because what's the point of going through all this trouble if no one else will see it?

it's amazing how much i can talk about my bed, isn't it? now...something that has nothing to do with my new bed - stupid horny indian kids. (funny how i say kids when they're probably around my age.)

so last monday, the whole lot of us went out to cheesecake factory for jacq's going away. mmm...cheesecake. i brought out my christian dior purse (yes, it deserves bolding) for the special occasion (hah! spelled it correctly!). all the girls were dressed up, dinner was yummy, cheesecake was yummier, and we had a grand old time afterwards just hanging out at ha's house. thanks ha! then we all left ha's house around 1 am. said our goodbyes (although, technically, i said my goodbye to jacq the next day) and i drove mike and myself back to my house.

now, at this point in the story, you should know something about my house. i park on the left side of the garage. right next to the garage, on the left side, is a little hidden corner. it leads to the gate to my backyard. as i pulled up onto the driveway, pausing so that i could find the garage door opener, i noticed a dark, hunched over figure sitting in that hidden corner, directly in the bright glare of my headlights. i stopped and hysterically cried to mike, "THERE'S A MAN! THERE'S A MAN!!" he thought i was kidding at first until he noticed the figure moving. veeery slowly.

i was completely freaked out. the first thing that crossed my mind was that it was some insane drug-crazed homeless man. and then i thought, but this doesn't happen in our neighborhood! i mean, really. i live in the middle of tract-home suburbanville. on top of a HILL. so how did he even get here?? yes, all of these things went through my mind in about two seconds. it felt like eterenity though. he was taking forever to move. when he finally got up, we realized that it was just some stupid indian guy. my fear quickly turned to annoyance. (okay, fine, i was still freaked out. it takes a while for a freak out like that to leave your system.) hello?! didn't he see that i was there? my uber bright headlights were shining RIGHT ON HIM. he moved into the corner a little bit and for a second, i thought he was going to hop my fence which freaked me out again.

finally, mike told me to honk at him. i hesitated because i didn't want to wake my parents up, but i honked anyway. he turned around and - gasp! - i could see that he was in his pajamas with an indian girl (also in her pajamas) and a blanket. and that started a whole new line of thinking which basically led to "EEEEEW!! gross!!" stupid indian guy finally started to walk away, staring at me the whole time. what the fuck, you pervert. this is my house! i just stared back at him with a completely disgusted look on my face. the indian girl at least had some sense to walk quickly away with her head down. but when i looked at her, she seemed kind of familiar. i THINK she might be one of the girls living across the street, in ha's old house. now, whenever, i see them, i just stare at them, trying to figure out which one it is.

we finally went inside after they left, walking up the street away from the house and the court. mike told me to call deb who hadn't come home yet to let her know about them. i guess when i was talking to debra, i was still freaked out and managed to freak her out. i totally didn't mean to and felt bad that i did. but she asked me and mike to go outside when she drove in and we gladly obliged. while mike ran off to look for them and debra drove safely up to her house, i took out the flashlight and scoured the little hidden corner for any... leftovers. ugh. thankfully, there was nothing.

okay, so thinking about it afterwards, i just have one thought - what the fuck were they thinking?! i mean, yeah, it was 1 am, but did they honestly think they wouldn't get caught?? all the houses face the street so it's not like they're COMPLETELY hidden. and shouldn't they know that i live there - a cool young gal like me (don't laugh) who most likely stays out late and comes home late? oh, and another thing - was that the first time they had been there? because if it isn't.... *shudder.* eew!! i mean, okay, i understand if they can't be in their house but for god's sake, stay away from other people's houses!!

and that is the story of the stupid horny indian kids. beware. they may be coming to a house near you. maybe even... *dun dun duuun*... YOURS!!