Mister Scrooby says, "I hate her... so very... very much."
I swear my mother has a psychic power. It allows her to know exactly when the worst possible time to call will be. Not that there is ever a good time for Silkey Sockey to call. But still, she manages the absolute worst. Her attempts to keep me on the phone and try to wring what I am "so busy" with out of me are annoying, too. It's even more annoying when I remember all the times she's done it. Control freak, much?
Anyway, in other news, I made the Rugby team. I'll be playing as titular 13 and backup 2 or 5 if either of them can't play. This is good, these are some of my favorite positions to play at: they require speed and precision, as well as physical strength.
Rush Week starts very soon. I've already investigated some prospective fraternities. It does mean that Rush Week will be insanely busy for me; I probably won't have that much time to spare. If you want anything from me, best to let me know now.
I introduced austensibly to Kevin Smith films the other day: we started with Mallrats because a) it's one of my favorites and b) I didn't have Clerks at the time. It's not like there's any particular chronological order they need to be watched in anyway. Unfortunately, my mother's phone call ruined what was left of the date.
Speaking of family, but not of loathed members therein, apparently my little sister Suzu -- she's fourteen -- has a boyfriend. I am not amused. I think this weekend when I go down home to visit them I'll have to go have a talk with this young man about his intentions with my little sister.
Les is starting to talk much more fluidly. He has learned important words already, and his vocabulary is ever expanding. Important words he has thus far mastered in both pronounciation and appropriate application include but are not limited to: 'silkey sockey', 'Hemi', and 'doll', among other less interesting and mundane words.
Rollie scored second place in her spelling bee: apparently a five-year-old can be blamed for a host's inability to faithfully pronounce the difference between 'endenization' and 'indenization'.
What the flying fuck? I should go beat the judge's head in; my sister deserved a chance at first prize. It's not that someone else beat her, I'd be fine with that: she'd just have to try harder next time. But losing because of a mistake that wasn't even made by her? Bullshit.
Anyway, in other news, I made the Rugby team. I'll be playing as titular 13 and backup 2 or 5 if either of them can't play. This is good, these are some of my favorite positions to play at: they require speed and precision, as well as physical strength.
Rush Week starts very soon. I've already investigated some prospective fraternities. It does mean that Rush Week will be insanely busy for me; I probably won't have that much time to spare. If you want anything from me, best to let me know now.
I introduced austensibly to Kevin Smith films the other day: we started with Mallrats because a) it's one of my favorites and b) I didn't have Clerks at the time. It's not like there's any particular chronological order they need to be watched in anyway. Unfortunately, my mother's phone call ruined what was left of the date.
Speaking of family, but not of loathed members therein, apparently my little sister Suzu -- she's fourteen -- has a boyfriend. I am not amused. I think this weekend when I go down home to visit them I'll have to go have a talk with this young man about his intentions with my little sister.
Les is starting to talk much more fluidly. He has learned important words already, and his vocabulary is ever expanding. Important words he has thus far mastered in both pronounciation and appropriate application include but are not limited to: 'silkey sockey', 'Hemi', and 'doll', among other less interesting and mundane words.
Rollie scored second place in her spelling bee: apparently a five-year-old can be blamed for a host's inability to faithfully pronounce the difference between 'endenization' and 'indenization'.
What the flying fuck? I should go beat the judge's head in; my sister deserved a chance at first prize. It's not that someone else beat her, I'd be fine with that: she'd just have to try harder next time. But losing because of a mistake that wasn't even made by her? Bullshit.