La la la is it Friday yet?

In the interest of wiping yesterday's dreck off the page, I present you with a bleg: I need to come up with a "topic" for my "final project". In other words, what should my made up website be about? Because it will be hosted on a public school server, it can't be a website for any particular religion or political position (can you just imagine?!) or a business that actually exists. The sample websites my teacher gave us were portfolios for a potential web design business, an imaginary coffee house, a massage therapy business and, I am not making this up, a taxidermy business complete with photos and how to package your dead animal for shipping to the taxidermist. Barf.

The ideas, they are not spilling forth. Help?

In other news, my ultra-cool super-cute neighbors with the terribly-high earning potential are coming over for dessert tonight. Well, first they were coming over for dessert and coffee, but they politely let us know that they don't drink coffee and would bring, perhaps some hot chocolate or chai tea to share. So then I made Phillip email them back and say, "Hey, we don't drink coffee either, but my wife is a lush" and they seemed to be up for helping me polish off my liter size bottle of Yellow Tail shiraz. And this is good, because I need more people in my life who will help me finish bottles of wine, but also nervewracking, because I will be serving a cake made with Kahlua, and what if they are those weird people who don't drink coffee because they don't like the taste? ! (As opposed to perfectly normal people like me, who think coffee should be one of the four major food groups, but don't drink it because it gives them stomach aches and possibly keeps them up at night, although they suspect this is psychological and the fault of the 487 people who told them that coffee would make anxiety worse. HATE THOSE PEOPLE.)

In short, I'm nervous.

I am HORRIBLE with new people. And these people are hardly new, as I've been looking into their kitchen since last May. I've even been to their house for dessert. I think it's the fact that they own the same exact house and the first thing they will think to themselves is, "Why don't they have anything on the walls? Why did they put THAT there? Have they vacuumed since they moved in?" Because that kind of thing embarrasses me. Because they have gorgeous stuff and didn't freak out when they painted their bathroom red and work at important grown up jobs and redid their closet themselves. Because I am a dork. Ack.

I am very much ashamed of this "keeping up with the Joneses" attitude I have. I honestly never had these neuroses until we bought the house and I started comparing everything we did and had to all the other youngish couples buying similar townhouses, what they were doing with their yards and the kind of furniture they were moving into their living rooms. A friend of mine describes this as a "spirit of lack"; the awful part is that we are lacking nothing.

Who knows what will end up on this website when I have the real live interior designer over for dinner in a few weeks. Hysteria will ensue.

I'm having a hard time trying not to care about whether these people think I'm awesome or not, mainly because they could be very useful friends. Yeah, that's right. Let's just say I could really use a friend with my neighbor's particular skill set. She also makes awesome fudge. I really like fudge.

Oh! Here is an update on the fudge situation: I am three pounds away from not lying about my weight on my driver's license. Now THAT is awesome. Especially because I'm pretty sure I lied about my weight when I GOT my driver's license. When I was 19. Where is my trophy?

Other minutiae includes:

• My sister Katie has spent the last two days on my sofa watching every single show stored on my TiVo. I do not jest. This is what happens when you take a quarter off; college students, you have been warned.
• It's getting lighter when I wake up and lighter when I leave work. This means I no longer want to hurl myself off the bridge. A whole post is brewing on this topic.
• To get to Venice with our frequent flyer miles, we must first travel to San Francisco, then London, then the train to the other airport in London, and then Venice about 3 days later. SO NOT COOL.
• I have the most adorable nephew ever.

He's starting to look like a little boy! Ack!

Comments

[orangepaas]

You could always design a website about FAM and stuff. Or not.

And keeping up with the Joneses? I have the same neurosis. It's called "What will they think?" and it's directed at parental figures. La la la la laaaa!