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There are supposed to be nasty little children running around here for trick or treating tonight. My floor is having a Halloween party at ten. I considered changing into my Sailor-fuku to sit here and type but decided it would be sad and pathetic. So I'm still wearing that boy's coat from the dinner-run and am making valiant attempts not to get Coke on it or anything.
I guess it's brown anyway. But so far I'm doing quite well and am proud.
One of my aunts who were here this weekend called me, but I am a little shit and didn't pick up the phone because it said Out of Area. She left a message to call her, but I didn't think to check my address book and called Mom for her number, which was just as well, because the one in my address book was, for some reason, the number of a boyfriend she had four years ago. Anyway, she wants me to go back downtown and pick up this GODAWFUL HUGE Beanie Baby ape thing for her. It's a good thing she called the lady at the store and put it on her credit card, because I would absolutely refuse to write a check for something that gross. I may be a college student, but I have some morals.
I did my econ homework for Friday today and read psych for the week. I need to be working on Java now but am eating. I ate a banana. I really dislike bananas, but I think I'm getting sick so must eat something that is not Baked Lays. I ate salad...I ate lettuce. The cucumber slices and tomatoes offended me, so I picked them out. I ate yogurt. vanilla yogurt which was very proud of itself for having a little spoon in the lid.
I like my mom's family. I like my mom. They love me so much. We don't understand each other on a very high level (except for Mom; I seem to have problems distinguishing between (Mother) and (Kitty) as separate entities lately. They cut the damn cord nineteen years, eight months, twenty four days ago; why can't I internalize this fairly simple fact), but sometimes understanding is not required. There needs to be more unconditional love in the world. I am happy when I feel loved. I should be happy ALL the time.
I'm wearing all my rings today, so there's about a thousand dollars' worth of Mom's and that boy's collective dumbness on my fingers. That makes me nervous. WHY DO THEY GIVE ME SMALL SHINY THINGS THAT WANT TO GO IN MY MOUTH.
Why am I still wearing this coat. Perhaps it is some leftover subconscious Thing after watching all the cheerleaders in high school walk around in their boyfriends' letter jackets. Damn Katie Purdy for living here and un-repressing all that which I had put so much effort into burying forever.
KATIE, I HOPE YOU GROW UP AND MARRY SOME BEER-SWILLING EX-FRAT BOY WHO WATCHES FOOTBALL FOUR NIGHTS A WEEK AND DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT VIRTUAL MEMORY IS AND YOU HAVE THREE UGLY BLONDE KIDS AND THEN HE LEAVES YOU FOR A LOUNGE SINGER WITH VISIBLE ROOTS AND YOU MOVE BACK TO MARYVILLE AND TAKE NIGHT CLASSES IN MICROSOFT APPLICATIONS AT THE VO-TECH SCHOOL AND BUY A COMPUTER AND YOUR KID DELETES THE WINDOWS\COMMAND DIRECTORY AND YOU CALL TECH SUPPORT AND YOU GET *me*.
Because I'm going to tell you we need to try "magnet therapy."
ummmmm...um.
Um.
oh well.
I think I have to try to do something else now.
I guess it's brown anyway. But so far I'm doing quite well and am proud.
One of my aunts who were here this weekend called me, but I am a little shit and didn't pick up the phone because it said Out of Area. She left a message to call her, but I didn't think to check my address book and called Mom for her number, which was just as well, because the one in my address book was, for some reason, the number of a boyfriend she had four years ago. Anyway, she wants me to go back downtown and pick up this GODAWFUL HUGE Beanie Baby ape thing for her. It's a good thing she called the lady at the store and put it on her credit card, because I would absolutely refuse to write a check for something that gross. I may be a college student, but I have some morals.
I did my econ homework for Friday today and read psych for the week. I need to be working on Java now but am eating. I ate a banana. I really dislike bananas, but I think I'm getting sick so must eat something that is not Baked Lays. I ate salad...I ate lettuce. The cucumber slices and tomatoes offended me, so I picked them out. I ate yogurt. vanilla yogurt which was very proud of itself for having a little spoon in the lid.
I like my mom's family. I like my mom. They love me so much. We don't understand each other on a very high level (except for Mom; I seem to have problems distinguishing between (Mother) and (Kitty) as separate entities lately. They cut the damn cord nineteen years, eight months, twenty four days ago; why can't I internalize this fairly simple fact), but sometimes understanding is not required. There needs to be more unconditional love in the world. I am happy when I feel loved. I should be happy ALL the time.
I'm wearing all my rings today, so there's about a thousand dollars' worth of Mom's and that boy's collective dumbness on my fingers. That makes me nervous. WHY DO THEY GIVE ME SMALL SHINY THINGS THAT WANT TO GO IN MY MOUTH.
Why am I still wearing this coat. Perhaps it is some leftover subconscious Thing after watching all the cheerleaders in high school walk around in their boyfriends' letter jackets. Damn Katie Purdy for living here and un-repressing all that which I had put so much effort into burying forever.
KATIE, I HOPE YOU GROW UP AND MARRY SOME BEER-SWILLING EX-FRAT BOY WHO WATCHES FOOTBALL FOUR NIGHTS A WEEK AND DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT VIRTUAL MEMORY IS AND YOU HAVE THREE UGLY BLONDE KIDS AND THEN HE LEAVES YOU FOR A LOUNGE SINGER WITH VISIBLE ROOTS AND YOU MOVE BACK TO MARYVILLE AND TAKE NIGHT CLASSES IN MICROSOFT APPLICATIONS AT THE VO-TECH SCHOOL AND BUY A COMPUTER AND YOUR KID DELETES THE WINDOWS\COMMAND DIRECTORY AND YOU CALL TECH SUPPORT AND YOU GET *me*.
Because I'm going to tell you we need to try "magnet therapy."
ummmmm...um.
Um.
oh well.
I think I have to try to do something else now.