An Ideal Husband
I haven't been updating, though I'm not surprised - I never do, though I really should. It's stupid for me not to. Just because many days don't fall into the realm of ones I would refer to as ideal doesn't mean they're not important because they are. I will never live them again - no one will. Fucking weird mood. I'm afraid I won't get to Europe - so afraid I'm considering donating my summer to the small and irritating children for minimum wage. At least then it will be an almost guarantee; I need that.
This weekend wasn't too bad. Friday night I ended up Mother's Day shopping with my dad for about four hours. We didn't know what to get and we ended up with a tool belt from Sears tool country. If you're ever looking for a tool belt, Sears is a good place to go (in fact, tool belt acquiring is quite possibly the only thing for which Sears is good). There's a whole wall of them there.
Saturday I attempted to get a lot done, but I didn't accomplish much. I made a flourless chocolate cake. I thought it would taste really awful, but it wasn't too bad. At some point during the evening, Elizabeth phoned and dragged me out of my misery. I ended up at her house, wearing her clothing, watching movies with some other people. It wasn't a bad night.
Sunday was Mother's day. I think my mom liked her present. Kevie and I made breakfast. Eventually, we met up with the rest of the extended family (or most of them) at some little playhouse in Swarthmore to see my Uncle in another of his silly plays. This one (a British farce called Run for Your Wife) was really quite hilarious. We were, as usual, the youngest people there. After intermission, my cousin made me switch seats with her and I ended up trying to hold my breath while laughing hysterically because I found myself seated next to a woman who smelled like un-rinsed glycerin soap and week-old egg noodles. Afterward, some of us went back to my Grandmother's house for the usual holiday being in each other's presence type of thing. When we came home, I put of my Aesthete paper for as long as I possibly could. Kevie and I conversed for a while about our usual topic - Europe. Then, I stayed up for quite a long time writing. I'm not very happy with my paper, but its done and I can't change it now. I might read some of my books now that there's no more pressure to do so.
This weekend wasn't too bad. Friday night I ended up Mother's Day shopping with my dad for about four hours. We didn't know what to get and we ended up with a tool belt from Sears tool country. If you're ever looking for a tool belt, Sears is a good place to go (in fact, tool belt acquiring is quite possibly the only thing for which Sears is good). There's a whole wall of them there.
Saturday I attempted to get a lot done, but I didn't accomplish much. I made a flourless chocolate cake. I thought it would taste really awful, but it wasn't too bad. At some point during the evening, Elizabeth phoned and dragged me out of my misery. I ended up at her house, wearing her clothing, watching movies with some other people. It wasn't a bad night.
Sunday was Mother's day. I think my mom liked her present. Kevie and I made breakfast. Eventually, we met up with the rest of the extended family (or most of them) at some little playhouse in Swarthmore to see my Uncle in another of his silly plays. This one (a British farce called Run for Your Wife) was really quite hilarious. We were, as usual, the youngest people there. After intermission, my cousin made me switch seats with her and I ended up trying to hold my breath while laughing hysterically because I found myself seated next to a woman who smelled like un-rinsed glycerin soap and week-old egg noodles. Afterward, some of us went back to my Grandmother's house for the usual holiday being in each other's presence type of thing. When we came home, I put of my Aesthete paper for as long as I possibly could. Kevie and I conversed for a while about our usual topic - Europe. Then, I stayed up for quite a long time writing. I'm not very happy with my paper, but its done and I can't change it now. I might read some of my books now that there's no more pressure to do so.