gadzooks.
My family has returned from its infamous FAMILY VACATION IN MIDDLEBURY VERMONT, (dun dun dun!) otherwise known as middlesucky or middleshitty. We went there to visit my sister Anna, who is studying Chinese there, and is in great pain due to the lack of stimulation of the small town.
When I say small, I mean fucking small. I walked through the whole town in, get this!, fifteen minutes. They all say good morning to you. Things close at 6:30. The main event of the town was a music festival. Because there is nothing to do within 100000 miles of Middlebury, alot of people flock there to pass their dull lives.
But something happened while we were listening to jazz, everyone got up, and started dancing. To Jazz. Barefoot. In circles. It was a pretty hippy moment and I kept thinking how all New York Citiers would be too cynical to dance like that, completely unashamed, unscened, uneverything. And that was kind of nice, and made me kind of sad. I started to think what the rest of America must be like, I felt cut off as a New Yorker, specifically as a New York Citier. It was strange.
What wasn't nice was my mother falling over herself whilst we were hiking on Mt. Abraham (how appropriate) and falling onto a rock that hit her ribs. She didn't break anything, but she spent the rest of the time complaining and complaining and complaining. Now, sure, I would complain too, and I know that I sound horrible and I know that I am not being a good daughter when I complain about her complaining, but it was so fucking annoying.
I would say for example, "These pancakes are good." A simple sentance. She would then say, "Yeh well my ribs aren't good and I feel like shit." She would do that literally, after everything you said. She would twist it into something about her pain. We were all trying to let her forget about it, but no. She didnt want to forget about it. Thats just the way my mother is. I would say something funny, she would laugh for like, five minutes and then say "Oh I can't laugh because it hurts too much." ARGH. We even went to the emergency room for her, got her valium, which I plan on selling to someone somewhere. Any buyers?
I got to have the house to myself for about four days, and now, I want to move out more than ever. Its making me sad though because of course, that will never happen. It was so nice not having to call home, just doing whatever whenever I wanted. I cooked really good food for myself, including fried chicked which i de-boned myself, which by the way, is like, THE BEST RELAXATION TOOL EVER. I went for night walks. I walked around naked until I got cold. I sewed up a storm. I just want that again, forever.
I need a good, stable site to host pictures. Help?
I also need money.
And I also need to figure so much shit out.
MEH!
When I say small, I mean fucking small. I walked through the whole town in, get this!, fifteen minutes. They all say good morning to you. Things close at 6:30. The main event of the town was a music festival. Because there is nothing to do within 100000 miles of Middlebury, alot of people flock there to pass their dull lives.
But something happened while we were listening to jazz, everyone got up, and started dancing. To Jazz. Barefoot. In circles. It was a pretty hippy moment and I kept thinking how all New York Citiers would be too cynical to dance like that, completely unashamed, unscened, uneverything. And that was kind of nice, and made me kind of sad. I started to think what the rest of America must be like, I felt cut off as a New Yorker, specifically as a New York Citier. It was strange.
What wasn't nice was my mother falling over herself whilst we were hiking on Mt. Abraham (how appropriate) and falling onto a rock that hit her ribs. She didn't break anything, but she spent the rest of the time complaining and complaining and complaining. Now, sure, I would complain too, and I know that I sound horrible and I know that I am not being a good daughter when I complain about her complaining, but it was so fucking annoying.
I would say for example, "These pancakes are good." A simple sentance. She would then say, "Yeh well my ribs aren't good and I feel like shit." She would do that literally, after everything you said. She would twist it into something about her pain. We were all trying to let her forget about it, but no. She didnt want to forget about it. Thats just the way my mother is. I would say something funny, she would laugh for like, five minutes and then say "Oh I can't laugh because it hurts too much." ARGH. We even went to the emergency room for her, got her valium, which I plan on selling to someone somewhere. Any buyers?
I got to have the house to myself for about four days, and now, I want to move out more than ever. Its making me sad though because of course, that will never happen. It was so nice not having to call home, just doing whatever whenever I wanted. I cooked really good food for myself, including fried chicked which i de-boned myself, which by the way, is like, THE BEST RELAXATION TOOL EVER. I went for night walks. I walked around naked until I got cold. I sewed up a storm. I just want that again, forever.
I need a good, stable site to host pictures. Help?
I also need money.
And I also need to figure so much shit out.
MEH!