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moonwiseIt's been a nice weekend.
It's always a nice weekend when we don't have to schlep anywhere to see parents sometimes. To be home for the weekend instead of sitting around the boat or Steve's parents' house.
We went to Flemington for china and fire opals. We had lunch out. Steve polished and waxed my car. Got to chat for a while on Friday night after sitting through a movie. Saw "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" (a waste of time for anyone who hasn't seen Kevin Smith's other movies, but we thought it was hilarious.)
We discussed weekends to come - next weekend I get dragged off to PA for a nice family bore with Steven and another ear-blasting round with Ginger. Weekend after that is my birthday. I don't think anyone would be bothered to spend it with me with the exception of my parents. Isn't that sad? I thought of having a party but there's no one to invite.
At least I got to spend the day baking biscotti and shortbread. Despite the diet. Anyone want some cookies?
There's that sunny Virgo personality rearing its ugly head up. Yeah the logic and perfectionism is fun, but wouldn't it be nice to be gregarious and non-judgemental.
Fanfics to finish. Science to think about. I don't want to think about science. I don't want to think about anything but leaving and just forgetting that my current life exists. There are too many chains of obligation and it weighs me down. I think I want them, but are they the ones I want?
Sometimes I daydream about just saying fuck it, about cashing in my investments and my accounts and going somewhere under an assumed name where I don't have any more history, where I just won't have to worry about what people think of me. To be that crazy cat lady on the edge of town in the big weird house. Maybe then someone will find me morbidly interesting.
To have friends you have to be a friend. I'm trying. Is it working? I sincerely doubt it. All I can expect is that hated tolerance. "Well we include you because you whine." Thanks for nothing.
There's a nice depressing entry. I don't think anyone reads this journal anyway so I shan't have to worry about it.
It's always a nice weekend when we don't have to schlep anywhere to see parents sometimes. To be home for the weekend instead of sitting around the boat or Steve's parents' house.
We went to Flemington for china and fire opals. We had lunch out. Steve polished and waxed my car. Got to chat for a while on Friday night after sitting through a movie. Saw "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" (a waste of time for anyone who hasn't seen Kevin Smith's other movies, but we thought it was hilarious.)
We discussed weekends to come - next weekend I get dragged off to PA for a nice family bore with Steven and another ear-blasting round with Ginger. Weekend after that is my birthday. I don't think anyone would be bothered to spend it with me with the exception of my parents. Isn't that sad? I thought of having a party but there's no one to invite.
At least I got to spend the day baking biscotti and shortbread. Despite the diet. Anyone want some cookies?
There's that sunny Virgo personality rearing its ugly head up. Yeah the logic and perfectionism is fun, but wouldn't it be nice to be gregarious and non-judgemental.
Fanfics to finish. Science to think about. I don't want to think about science. I don't want to think about anything but leaving and just forgetting that my current life exists. There are too many chains of obligation and it weighs me down. I think I want them, but are they the ones I want?
Sometimes I daydream about just saying fuck it, about cashing in my investments and my accounts and going somewhere under an assumed name where I don't have any more history, where I just won't have to worry about what people think of me. To be that crazy cat lady on the edge of town in the big weird house. Maybe then someone will find me morbidly interesting.
To have friends you have to be a friend. I'm trying. Is it working? I sincerely doubt it. All I can expect is that hated tolerance. "Well we include you because you whine." Thanks for nothing.
There's a nice depressing entry. I don't think anyone reads this journal anyway so I shan't have to worry about it.
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Re: Zzzzap!
Date: 2001-09-11 12:47 pm (UTC)Sounds like your sis-in-law is more of a troublemaker than my future sis-in-law. :) Ginger just commands attention just by being. It's understandable when you see her family life; to fit in anywhere she had to make a place for herself, which is why she's so overwhelming.
Heh heh, good luck finding biscotti. I love to make them. So easy!
Oooohh, Gas... *drops to the floor*
Date: 2001-09-12 07:32 am (UTC)She's not a... trouble-maker, really. More of a... an... uh... er... I guess that's probably the best way to put it, then. She damn well better take care of my roses while I'm gone, though, or I'm going to have to destroy her. *grin*
You know those pre-packaged cookie dough squares? Those are the best invention, ever. Second only to the pre-packaged brownie batter squares. *grin* Who needs baking?