27 dic 2002
unravel me... distant time... you are yours, you are myne... seek the light.
I absolutely love it when I get songs in my head but don't actually know the lyrics, so I make up my own.
Anyway, Steven & David & Jason showed up, as well as Rob the Knob, who isn't exactly related, but always seems to be there. I think he just wants to be an Edwards so badly. Weird, if you ask me. David & Steven are already battling it out, & it's only the first family fun night of many. Or three, or however many it takes for one of them to unforgivably insult the other.
I sympathize with David, though i agree with Steven, if that makes any sense. David is honest in his intentions, if a bit naive. Steven is certainly the smarter, but also too cynical and just plain rude. I like cynical people. As I've said, cynicism is a very natural response to our society. But it's no excuse to treat people caustically.
As my wall proclaims;
"just because you hate everything does not give you the right to make others feel hated"
After my brief bout of family fun time, Rachel (thank you, so so much, Rachel) called me in a state of panic. I've decided Rachel is always in a state of panic, though i am the first person she calls when she can't take any more Rindo family fun time. It's just that Rachel is prone to panicing. Anyway, everybody else who's second on the list to call when we just gotta (we just gotta) hang out turned out the be busy, so we headed down to Racy's. Justin & Sarah & co were bumming it up, so eventually Rachel convinced them to go do something.
The problem here is, of course, ms. Rachel had no better idea for something for us to do. I was perfectly content at Racy's. Bumming it up. Smelling like smoke. In the dark. I should hang out there more often, really. She just wanted something to happen. Well, that's just the thing, really. No matter where you go, or what you do, all you really do is talk to people, presumably your friends. So I guess I'm a pacifist when it comes to planning things. I'll have fun either way. (fun is a decision as much as happiness is a decision)
So we reconvened at Justin's exquisite house. By exquisite, I of course mean filthy. The word filthy has been amusing me all day. Some of my friends have called my house filthy. Oh really, they haven't seen nothin'. I don't mean Justin's is filthy, either, though it is closer to what I may call filthy. His is defiently past the "lived in" sort of mess. It's a mess. Let's blame Dave. Anyway, as i was cleaning my downstairs bathroom today, i marvelled that someone could call this filth. Anyone know Tim Patton? I'll come back to this. Houses really can't be called filthy unless they have burnt meat on the steps & peacocks in the attic.
Anyone who thinks a peacock is a glorious, beautiful creature has never actually lived with one.
So Rachel proclaimed the night in its entirety boring. Well, my mom may have somehow succeeded in turning me into a *lady*. One of the cardinal sins with her is to never, never say the B word. By B she means (shhhhhhhhhhh) boring.
My mother's other cardinal speech sin is easily remembered by this rule: "If it rhymes with truck, it better quack!" because suck & fuck are both horrendus swear words & the bible says to not worship the false god of luck. This, however, backfired, and i used to chant luck suck fuck luck suck fuck luck suck fuck luck suck fuck LUCK SUCK FUCK for hours on end when angry at my mother. Not an endearing thing for an eight year old to be humming.
Well, my mom did do one amazingly cool thing today. She found Ani on TV & called to make sure I was watching it! I was still with Rachel & Justin & Sarah, but I did catch the end of it. Yay! I love Ani.
Tomorrow begins my skiing with a bunch of angry Edwards trip, and one frail, unwarned Barbie. Oh dear.
I'll see most of you bouncy people at Nik's!! Yay! ¶ 23:38
I absolutely love it when I get songs in my head but don't actually know the lyrics, so I make up my own.
Anyway, Steven & David & Jason showed up, as well as Rob the Knob, who isn't exactly related, but always seems to be there. I think he just wants to be an Edwards so badly. Weird, if you ask me. David & Steven are already battling it out, & it's only the first family fun night of many. Or three, or however many it takes for one of them to unforgivably insult the other.
I sympathize with David, though i agree with Steven, if that makes any sense. David is honest in his intentions, if a bit naive. Steven is certainly the smarter, but also too cynical and just plain rude. I like cynical people. As I've said, cynicism is a very natural response to our society. But it's no excuse to treat people caustically.
As my wall proclaims;
"just because you hate everything does not give you the right to make others feel hated"
After my brief bout of family fun time, Rachel (thank you, so so much, Rachel) called me in a state of panic. I've decided Rachel is always in a state of panic, though i am the first person she calls when she can't take any more Rindo family fun time. It's just that Rachel is prone to panicing. Anyway, everybody else who's second on the list to call when we just gotta (we just gotta) hang out turned out the be busy, so we headed down to Racy's. Justin & Sarah & co were bumming it up, so eventually Rachel convinced them to go do something.
The problem here is, of course, ms. Rachel had no better idea for something for us to do. I was perfectly content at Racy's. Bumming it up. Smelling like smoke. In the dark. I should hang out there more often, really. She just wanted something to happen. Well, that's just the thing, really. No matter where you go, or what you do, all you really do is talk to people, presumably your friends. So I guess I'm a pacifist when it comes to planning things. I'll have fun either way. (fun is a decision as much as happiness is a decision)
So we reconvened at Justin's exquisite house. By exquisite, I of course mean filthy. The word filthy has been amusing me all day. Some of my friends have called my house filthy. Oh really, they haven't seen nothin'. I don't mean Justin's is filthy, either, though it is closer to what I may call filthy. His is defiently past the "lived in" sort of mess. It's a mess. Let's blame Dave. Anyway, as i was cleaning my downstairs bathroom today, i marvelled that someone could call this filth. Anyone know Tim Patton? I'll come back to this. Houses really can't be called filthy unless they have burnt meat on the steps & peacocks in the attic.
Anyone who thinks a peacock is a glorious, beautiful creature has never actually lived with one.
So Rachel proclaimed the night in its entirety boring. Well, my mom may have somehow succeeded in turning me into a *lady*. One of the cardinal sins with her is to never, never say the B word. By B she means (shhhhhhhhhhh) boring.
My mother's other cardinal speech sin is easily remembered by this rule: "If it rhymes with truck, it better quack!" because suck & fuck are both horrendus swear words & the bible says to not worship the false god of luck. This, however, backfired, and i used to chant luck suck fuck luck suck fuck luck suck fuck luck suck fuck LUCK SUCK FUCK for hours on end when angry at my mother. Not an endearing thing for an eight year old to be humming.
Well, my mom did do one amazingly cool thing today. She found Ani on TV & called to make sure I was watching it! I was still with Rachel & Justin & Sarah, but I did catch the end of it. Yay! I love Ani.
Tomorrow begins my skiing with a bunch of angry Edwards trip, and one frail, unwarned Barbie. Oh dear.
I'll see most of you bouncy people at Nik's!! Yay! ¶ 23:38
