bored off my rocker
I'm sitting in Fet's room right now. There's cat hair all over my nice black pants. I put on a hot outfit tonight in order to go to sushi with my newly divorced, texan cousin, laura and her business partner, Gary. Now i'm back, too full and waiting to go watch finding nemo... avoiding the guilt that I have just swallowed him and his extended family in the last hour. Sorry nemo. She just showed me pictures of her men. Her men... no not actual men... firemen. none of them are men... they all seem to be super heroes. How does she real them in? She's got some damn good bait... that's all i know.
I miss my brother terribly. I hate that he's over there with the Chinese, studying their fish, drinking thier alcohol and doing who knows what with their women. The summer has been less than exciting without him--not to mention how difficult it is to get away from my psycho mother without him.
All my friends seem to be half way across the world.. either in mind or body...or in some cases both. I feel like the ones I have here are slowly slipping away faster than I can realize what is going on. I like to blame it on the boyfriends... but it has to be more than that. I hope-- or I have lamer friends than I thought. But all the while spending great time on the phone with my terribly missed chicago friends. The ones I'm moving in with next year have grown unbelievably close as I mentally move farther and farther away from my home. But everytime I think i've successfully stifled the homesickness that holds the best part of me back I get a phone call from my mother telling me she sent me a present in the mail... or my father telling me about his newest flavor. Ahh.. the joy of an italian family. It seems like a joy that only other italians would know... the family, food, and experience all rolled into one delicious meatball and topped off with an incredible glass of red wine. I must go... she's off the phone with genius uncle Dave. WE must go capture nemo. goodbye.
I miss my brother terribly. I hate that he's over there with the Chinese, studying their fish, drinking thier alcohol and doing who knows what with their women. The summer has been less than exciting without him--not to mention how difficult it is to get away from my psycho mother without him.
All my friends seem to be half way across the world.. either in mind or body...or in some cases both. I feel like the ones I have here are slowly slipping away faster than I can realize what is going on. I like to blame it on the boyfriends... but it has to be more than that. I hope-- or I have lamer friends than I thought. But all the while spending great time on the phone with my terribly missed chicago friends. The ones I'm moving in with next year have grown unbelievably close as I mentally move farther and farther away from my home. But everytime I think i've successfully stifled the homesickness that holds the best part of me back I get a phone call from my mother telling me she sent me a present in the mail... or my father telling me about his newest flavor. Ahh.. the joy of an italian family. It seems like a joy that only other italians would know... the family, food, and experience all rolled into one delicious meatball and topped off with an incredible glass of red wine. I must go... she's off the phone with genius uncle Dave. WE must go capture nemo. goodbye.