Long Live The Queen. Or, Like, Whatever.
Stupid journal. Either my memory's worse than I thought, or my power of denial is prodigious. My parents had a family cookout last night, and my cousin started talking about online gaming, which led to online journals. My aunt declared the whole idea of LiveJournal "creepy," and I agreed. To which my cousin responded, "Oh, shut up. You've got one." I said I didn't, and she insisted I did. Finally she dragged me inside and showed me my journal. So I was like, "Oh, that journal. Yeah. Whatever."
Anyway. She called me the Queen of Apathy, which I disputed. But only because I don't think Apathy can have a Queen. Seriously, how would that work? The little herald guy would come out, not even bothering to blow his horn, and be like, "Uh, long live the Queen." And the citizenry of Apathy would just shrug and go, "Whatever." Commerce would fail, crops would wither and die, the elders would decide to take naps and hope the problems would work themselves out. Citizens on the edge of Apathy, by the border of Disdain, would travel across the land to sneer at the Queen. And the Queen would be like, "God, why does everyone come to me with their problems? Like I care." Which is to say, I don't think Apathy's organized enough to flourish into a real Queendom. I can see it as little bands of rebels, or something, but not as a real cohesive unit.
I explained all this to my cousin, who responded, "God, what is wrong with you? Stop fucking analyzing everything. I could care less about your Dork Queendom." I corrected her "could care less" with "couldn't care less," and showed her the pertinent section in my Elements of Style book. She threw the book at me, and flounced out the room in a fit of pique. I think that means I won. Or, possibly, it proved her point. I don't really care which. Apathy may not work for everyone, but it works for me. And if you need proof, just ask anyone who's ever seen my astoundingly successful bowling technique (dubbed Apathy Bowling by Ryn).
Urgh. I really don't know what else to mention. My sister (and her hellspawn and her boyfriend) are now firmly entrenched in my parent's basement, which means I'm generally nowhere near the place. So I've been busy working, which has been boring - except for Amy and Mia's occasional Stapler Wars. Those are entertaining, but you have to watch from a distance. God. My life is really, horrifically, pathetically, sad. And this journal sucks.
Anyway. She called me the Queen of Apathy, which I disputed. But only because I don't think Apathy can have a Queen. Seriously, how would that work? The little herald guy would come out, not even bothering to blow his horn, and be like, "Uh, long live the Queen." And the citizenry of Apathy would just shrug and go, "Whatever." Commerce would fail, crops would wither and die, the elders would decide to take naps and hope the problems would work themselves out. Citizens on the edge of Apathy, by the border of Disdain, would travel across the land to sneer at the Queen. And the Queen would be like, "God, why does everyone come to me with their problems? Like I care." Which is to say, I don't think Apathy's organized enough to flourish into a real Queendom. I can see it as little bands of rebels, or something, but not as a real cohesive unit.
I explained all this to my cousin, who responded, "God, what is wrong with you? Stop fucking analyzing everything. I could care less about your Dork Queendom." I corrected her "could care less" with "couldn't care less," and showed her the pertinent section in my Elements of Style book. She threw the book at me, and flounced out the room in a fit of pique. I think that means I won. Or, possibly, it proved her point. I don't really care which. Apathy may not work for everyone, but it works for me. And if you need proof, just ask anyone who's ever seen my astoundingly successful bowling technique (dubbed Apathy Bowling by Ryn).
Urgh. I really don't know what else to mention. My sister (and her hellspawn and her boyfriend) are now firmly entrenched in my parent's basement, which means I'm generally nowhere near the place. So I've been busy working, which has been boring - except for Amy and Mia's occasional Stapler Wars. Those are entertaining, but you have to watch from a distance. God. My life is really, horrifically, pathetically, sad. And this journal sucks.