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| Crap from Last Night |
| 08.13.04 (3:29 pm) [edit] |
It feels like Saturday instead of Friday. For some reason, there is a paper coaster (yes, the kind you put drinks on) floating around our house with Homestar Runner on one side in red, and Strong Bad on the other side in blue and the URL for the most amusing internet timewaster on the bottom. No one in this house (including our most recent houseguest, my paternal cousin Matthew) knows anything about the website, let alone where the coaster came from, although Matt, being somewhat in touch with bizarre popculture vaguely recognized Strong Bad. I'll ask my mom's best friend Lynn about it, she's collects coasters. I don't like cleaning. What I really don't like is that Mike is an incompetent dork, and I have to inevitably clean up after him.:x Explain this to me: I went to the grocery store, for $1, I bought a 1.5 liter of Calistoga bottled water. For $1.30, I could have bought a 1.5 liter of Aquafina bottled water (if I wanted really brand name Pepsi water as opposed to Nestlé water). Why is it that at school, for $1.20, I can get 20 oz of Pepsi water, and for $1.70, I can get a liter of the same water? If the bottles fit in my little fridge (which when i get out of a dorm, will be my beer fridge someday) I would just get those. I love getting bottles of water in large quanities. What did I really want to say here? Oh yeah, some annoyances last night. First, the non-annoyance that set it all in motion...but before that...(whatever) My mom told me yesterday, that she and my dad never discuss religion. When I came downstairs to tell my mom that I straightened things out with Jeremy, my mom and dad started debating the stupid little things that Catholics do, that I don't understand, and think are weird. (ie blessing ourselves before praying; you know, head clevage, nipple, nipple, when I said that, my mom cracked up, my dad gave me a dirty look). Conclusion: My dad has no idea why we do all those weird little traditional thingies, and he has never questioned his religion, not even when he was my age. (It's understandable to just do things without questioning when you're old because you are certain about your faith, when you are very young because you are told to or lse, as is my case, but I would think that you get to a point where you wonder why or how and draw your own conclusions).:roll: Anyway, what got me upset last night: I talked to Jeremy last night twice. As he was asking for my permission to eat his dinner (11:30 at night, still hasn't eaten dinner, stupider than my family). I wished in my head he would say something sweet and romantic to make me feel warm and fuzzy. Finally he said, "Will you marry me?" (that'll work). So I felt nice. (OK, here's the annoying part!) After trying to tell my mom the thing that brought a little bit of joy to my evening, and having her ignore me until I got her attention. And I started with, "I wanted him to say something romantic..." "What! You like romantic things?!" (oh, good lord!) Somehow that conversation turned to how I "have no romance in my soul" and I am somehow a great disappointment to my sex because she "thought all girls had romance in their soul" which led to "What movies have made you cry?" (The last movie I can remember crying at was the one where Big Bird goes to the Met and helps some Egyptian mummy kid get reunited with his family in the afterlife). "You didn't cry when...?" (insert sad scenes from Disney movies here). "Have you ever cried at a book?" (only when I saw that I had to buy the text book new for $70). Somehow, that conversation turned to how I don't read enough, I should read these Best in Children's books that she was crazy about owning a complete set for awhile, until she actually got it, that I need to expand my horizons. (She didn't finish that sentence, what she meant was, "I need to expand my horizons...in the direction she wants me to," nevermind that on my own, I have read Steven King, am sorta reading War of the Worlds, read Little Women a long time ago, but by my choice read Dracula). When I said I was reading War of the Worlds she just rolled her eyes at me (case in point, last time I checked it was a Sci-Fi classic, i didn't tell her sometimes I go back and start rereading Sea Fairies for...semantics? sure, why not!). It's not that I don't like to read. When I make the effort to find something, whatever it may be, I buzz though it. I read 100 pages a day on The Shining on vacation. Everyone in her family reads like crazy, and Mike and I great disappointments to her. I don't need to defend myself to you people... Then that conversation turned into how I don't talk well to people. "And she [Jeremy's mom] wants to know about the person that is going to possibly be marrying her son." And the fact that I don't read too much somehow is all connected with that. Bitch (my mom, not his).:evil: Honestly, here's what I think, and I could be wrong: people in general don't care about the details of my, or anyone else's life. If they ask about it, they are just being polite. People don't care, often, if you give someone a segway, or even if you don't to talk about something you don't know anything about, they'll take it, and you'll regret it. Does anyone else think it's cheating to buy a costume out of a bag? Maybe it's because my mom made and sewed all my Halloween costumes from patterns. I don't sew. But I like to look at an outfit, kinda break it down, and then hit up closets, secondhand things, and stores that can convert things. I know what I want to do for Halloween, and I'm building it myself.:wink: |
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