october 11, 2003
"Today I went to my grandfather's 65th high school reunion. With Oma in the hospital, he didn't want to go alone, so I went. It was interesting - I could see so many similarities between their class of 1938 and ours of 2005. There was this one woman, I swear, she's exactly what Alicia Farrell will be. Opa seems to be alot like me. I mean, not many people remembered him, but he knew everyone. I found out that he was in the stage crew for the senior play, and that his nickname was "Cal" (maybe because his name is Carroll.)
There was this one guy named Stevie who said that he remembered when you could get 8 gallons of gas for $1, and a pack of ciggarettes cost $.12.
Tonight is homecoming, and I'm really excited. Getting all dressed up, with my googlybear and whatnot. I even taught him how to dance: how cute will that be?
Then right after homecoming, we're off to NYC, for Mom's birthday. It's some anniversary of Central Park, and Mom LOVES Central Park, so we're going. I really hope she likes her birthday presents. It just makes me kind of mad; she screams at me, and treats me like shit, and I STILL work really hard to find her great birthday presents. Whatever.
A few days ago, Alex and I went to the hospital with Mom to visit Oma. Before that, Alex and I had been fighting, and I just went upstairs to my bed and laid down in bed and cried. Mom came home, and dragged us down there, and she was horrible to me. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I just cried the entire ride there, and yelled at Mom and I dunno. Then she...I don't know, I can't go into detail. She made me feel horrible though. So Alex and I sat out front on the benches and watched the sun set and he held me while I cried and talked about everything that bothered me. I felt so bad for picking a fight with him before......I'm awful to him. I'm a horrible girlfriend. I'm a horrible companion in general.
One of the things that was bothering me was my father. The night before the hospital, Alex, Mom and I had been sitting around the table sorting coins, and talking about Ren and Stimpy. And this image popped into my head of my dad, sitting in "his chair", and we were watching Ren and Stimpy, and it was the Christmas episode...I just kept seeing my dad sitting there, laughing that stupid high pitched laugh that he laughs, and going "hahahah stinky weasel teets". And as foolish as it sounds, those were the only times he was ever really a dad to me. I mean, a bonafide DAD. There was one other time where he showed me his coin collection, and I helped pick out some really old ones. The next week, in a antique store, I stole some really old Indian coins for him. haha I never got to give him the coins though - I forget where I put them. Maybe I did give them to him. I dunno. That's my story.
See ya later."
There was this one guy named Stevie who said that he remembered when you could get 8 gallons of gas for $1, and a pack of ciggarettes cost $.12.
Tonight is homecoming, and I'm really excited. Getting all dressed up, with my googlybear and whatnot. I even taught him how to dance: how cute will that be?
Then right after homecoming, we're off to NYC, for Mom's birthday. It's some anniversary of Central Park, and Mom LOVES Central Park, so we're going. I really hope she likes her birthday presents. It just makes me kind of mad; she screams at me, and treats me like shit, and I STILL work really hard to find her great birthday presents. Whatever.
A few days ago, Alex and I went to the hospital with Mom to visit Oma. Before that, Alex and I had been fighting, and I just went upstairs to my bed and laid down in bed and cried. Mom came home, and dragged us down there, and she was horrible to me. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I just cried the entire ride there, and yelled at Mom and I dunno. Then she...I don't know, I can't go into detail. She made me feel horrible though. So Alex and I sat out front on the benches and watched the sun set and he held me while I cried and talked about everything that bothered me. I felt so bad for picking a fight with him before......I'm awful to him. I'm a horrible girlfriend. I'm a horrible companion in general.
One of the things that was bothering me was my father. The night before the hospital, Alex, Mom and I had been sitting around the table sorting coins, and talking about Ren and Stimpy. And this image popped into my head of my dad, sitting in "his chair", and we were watching Ren and Stimpy, and it was the Christmas episode...I just kept seeing my dad sitting there, laughing that stupid high pitched laugh that he laughs, and going "hahahah stinky weasel teets". And as foolish as it sounds, those were the only times he was ever really a dad to me. I mean, a bonafide DAD. There was one other time where he showed me his coin collection, and I helped pick out some really old ones. The next week, in a antique store, I stole some really old Indian coins for him. haha I never got to give him the coins though - I forget where I put them. Maybe I did give them to him. I dunno. That's my story.
See ya later."