Wednesday, March 19, 2008

two, party number

nanni had a friend (sixties) up with her mother (nineties!) today. they talked, ate, and played wii. that's more or less what I'm doing. man, I hope I'm as hip when I'm old.


I am receiving far more cell traffic than I normally do. to date, I have answered exactly one phone call thus far. I feel a bit bad. it may be the passive-aggressive thing: I don't like doing the phone thing, so I "forget" it. my unconscious may be more metaspy than I give it credit for.

I quite dislike discussing money, except if (can't say when, yet) large sums are being given to me. or if I were doing the giving, I suppose. either scenario involves what I don't have.

I'm staring at a sombrero on my brother's wall. it's bright green with a gold and white flower-thing. it's sparkly, and next to about eight soccer trophies. my brother is weird opposites incarnate.
sharing a room with him isn't that bad. so far, one of three things has happened every night: he goes to bed early and I late, I go to bed early and he late, or he falls asleep on the couch. he'll make an excellent middle-aged husband, except that he doesn't like beer. strange to think of him being eighteen. strange. *shudder*-strange.

tick. tick. tick. there's a real clock on the wall, blue rimmed, with easy-to-see, little kid numbers. it's annoying, sometimes, in the very late of the night when I'm worrying over what to do next semester, or next week. other peoples' problems calm me. is that so very strange?

why do friends come to me for relationship advice? two strikes: haven't had a good, lasting one, and the ones I write about are fucked-up by default. what more motive can I read in a text message that says "you're a cool, nice girl"? no more than has been given, though I hold that my text-at-gunpoint idea is a good one, if not entirely practical. I would still like someone to tell me, though, not how to have a 'ship, but rather "wha!bam, here's
I thought better of it. I'd rather not have anyone tell me. I'd rather do it for myself. this implies some doing. effort. effort? effort. it also implies speaking to party number two ever again. granny mabel's underknickers, but that may be difficult!

lunch with jenny and sarah on the morrow. I'll need a strong constitution to counter what will no doubt be a meal of unintentional(?) barb-slinging. shiny shiny happy happy.

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