memorial day weekend.
the time has come, my little friend, to talk of many things,
of shoes, and ships, and ceiling wax, and cabbages and kings,
and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings,
calloo callay no work today! we're cabbages and kings!
Friday, i got my paycheck, and Mike was being a dick. "you know, you take off more days than you're scheduled." and who's fault is that, idiot?! god forbid i have other obligations that don't require ridiculously standing behind a register for hours on end instructing people on proper coupon use! what a bastard.
wooo, Saturday me, Elli, and mom drove up to my uncle's in the Poconos for my Grandma's, Aunt Barbara's, and cousin Bonnie's birthdays. Marie had gone the night before with Sam, because she had to work at 3 yesterday. and she told James and Shayne all about my former drug experiences, and pissed me off. she always finds ways to talk about me to other people, especially when i'm not there. i'd bet money on the fact that she made mine seems worse than hers. stupid bisnatch.
the day wasn't as much torture as i thought it would be. pictures can be found hier. the highlight of the day was playing croquet. i fell behind for a little, then made a miraculous recovery and beat out everyone until the end when my cousin Shayne caught up and we tied. for some odd reason, he was being ridiculously nice, compared to the cocky, belligerent prick he has been since he was a fetus. James got pissy during croquet because he kept missing the wicket. he quit, and instead ranted about the sociogenetic nature of our family to be whiny little bitches.
a little later, James, Elli, Shayne, Tim Lash, and i found ourselves in the computer room having a political debate. wasn't too much of a battle really, seeing as all of us hate Bush. it was more of a presentation of views. we visited some nifty sites, including Wikipedia and Subservient Chicken. check out both of them, they're worth it. Elli screamed out the names of parts of genetalia. Genetalia Air will get you there. [can i bring the kids?] Elli discovered a tick on James, so he discussed that ticks apparently have anesthetic on their feet, and that's why you can't feel them. a new revelation occured: licking tick feet will get you high! Shayne was all about the, "let's have a potluck.. who's gonna bring the ticks?" and Tim was like "yo, let me get a dime bag of those ticks." !! that was so freaking hilarious, i couldn't stop chuckling about it, even when James told us what "insensitive assholes" we were because my Uncle Jim has lyme disease, and his son was in the room when we were talking about ticks. :squirms:
dinner. burgers, chicken, hot dogs, and italian sausage. yum. then watching some Finding Nemo, and eating cake. we all clapped, and Tucker, their dog, starting geeking, so we all clapped even more.
Grandma got two Bush books, so, understandably, some of us spoke up about it, and then my aunt Penny speaks out above the murmur, "the best thing about this family is how we never discuss politics." grrrr.
Sunday, we went back up after i stopped by Diana's and told her i couldn't paint. we're supposed to paint today, but i can't get a hold of her.
.. on the way up, we rocked out to Queen. we got there around 5. James, Amy, Bonnie, and Shayne were still out shopping, so we were forced into watching the Indy 500. dumbxcore to the extreme! they returned aboot 10 minutes after we showed up.
during dinner, we "enjoyed" the display of the 800 some Americans that have died in the adroitly named "idiotic war" in Iraq. then some commercial about a better drug than Viagra. quality of response!
after dinner, me, Shayne, Bonnie, and Elli, elected to see Fight Club, for we'd never seen it. the disc was scratched, so mid-movie, James and i went out to the local rental place, and finished watching it. mom saw bits of it when we returned, disagreed with it, but kept it to herself. when it was over, she inveighed to James that it was an inappropriate choice. James flipped times 182347102837. it was scary, even for the height of James' previous arguments. he yelled that he didn't choose the movie, he advised against it, everyone always fucking blames him for the shit he doesn't fucking do.. it was unneccessary, James using the eff word every 3 words or more, Laurel and Steve [his parents] employing tactics that would calm down any normal person, my mom apologizing and James screaming, "there's no need for fucking apologies, just don't do it again!".. the yelling, cursing bit went on for almost an hour, and the quieter, "i'm very very sorry" bit continued until 10 after midnight. i'm sure it was still going on, even after we left.
gah, it made me feel 9 years old again, like listening to my dad scream at my mom while all she did or could do was stand her ground and speak firmly but quietly. i hated it. hate hate hate, hate hate hate, loathe entirely. so i spent the 1 1/2 hour drive home silently crying in the back of the car, pretending i was sleeping for most of it.
prophylactic fun that i aptly peculated from a friend.
the other night i dreamt .. .hmm.. it started off as something like we were doing the competition play somewhere else, and somehow we ended up in the old cathedral. Steve H and people i didn't know where kneeling in pews and praying. i kneel down next to Steve and clasp my hands together and start praying as well. Steve mentions, "i thought you weren't into this." i whip out this weird booklet made of glass, with an orthodox cross and the McDonald's golden arches on the front, and tell him that it changed my whole perspective about it. i don't remember much after that.
txc.
22 days til my birthday.