*sigh*
how very faithful we are when there's nothing else to do but just sit about and write random things on a random website where you think that you'll feel better after writing random thoughts to random people...
last night we went out on Mel and Alesia's yacht on the Buffalo River... it was actually quite pleasant just sitting on the back of that thing, letting the wind go through your hair and listening to the waves... uncle mel was working all the sails and all because obviously we didn't know how to. i didn't even get annoyed when my mother looked at me in the utmost contempt and said, "look at you, the Queen of the Nile." i just ignored her. good good good - 'cause i'm telling you there's nothing more relaxing than just sitting there and letting the wind go through your hair. so yeah, interesting little time. the guy on the red sea-doo who kept circling our boat... he provided several hours of entertainment, as my entire family procceeded to hoot and hollar everytime he got close and kept telling me, "jenn, it's the sea-doo guy!!" even though all i was doing was eating chips, drinking coke, and bumming around like a giant blob. lauren (my sister-in-law) reckons that i ought to have waved, but i don't do that.
later on had a quick coffee at Forestview with Nathan and Drew before we went downtown to Drew's apartment and had craploads of fun. his two roommates were there (Christine and Ashley, i believe), then some people... Pauly, Taj, Taj's girlfriend, and then this other very sweet Indian girl whose name starts with "Am" and goes on for five more syllables. it was loads of fun, playing beer pong and asshole and kings... got trashed. but 'cause nate decided not to drink, he drove me home and i passed out. good times, though.
saw Mrs D today, next-door neighbor. it's been ages. she seems to be on an upswing from her cancer, which is good. called Dell.... had lotsa phone problems but whatever. life goes on.
hmm, bored and really am feeling quite worthless, but i guess there are worse things to feel.
"You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow."
- To Have and Have Not
(can you imagine delivering that line to the god himself, Humphrey Bogart?)