If tears could burst through my muscular ducts...
I would cry like a baby who was just hit by a hammer.
Well, I've been in the happenin' town of New Milforn, PA for just about 24 hours now, and I must say that hick living hasn't been too bad so far. And tomorrow is Martini Night with Carolyn, so it will only get better. Granted, I feel a bit insane sometimes because there isn't terribly much to do here, and dial-up is just as much fun as I recall. But aside from that, it's peaceful (well, not at the moment, because everyone and their toothless grandma are setting off fireworks) and beautiful. And there's something about a population that is only 52% literate that gives me a false sense of superiority.
I think my last post was kind of misunderstood by some, and I was going to get on here to clarify it. But now I'm feeling completely not inclined to do that. It's sort of pathetic how much mental energy it takes for me to express myself in a decipherable way. That doesn't bode well. But that's how it's always been, so I'm used to it.
My mother just commented on how quickly I type. I suppose it's easy to type quickly when you don't have anything to say and you're just sputtering out whatever words drop from your brain. It's when I stop and think before typing something that I get slowed down. So I'll be sure not to make THAT mistake! :)
The odd thing about being here is that I actually miss my brother. He and I weren't that close for a while, but then we got back to where we used to be. And then he was away, now I'm away. It's weird. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to 716 to hang out with him. I can't say the same is true for him, in fact it's probably not, but that's okay. That's how that's always been, too.
My mom and I watched Moonlight Mile, and she cried, just as I knew she would, just as I always do. But I have to give her credit that it didn't lead to as much touchy-feely dialogue from her as I would have expected. I think that's because she knew I would just tell her to shove it (but in a nice, respectful, daughterly way). I understand the theme of the flick, I know what she's going to say, so there's really no point in her saying it, now, is there?
I'm trying to think of anything even remotely interesting to post on here, and I'm totally drawing a blank. Nothing really new is going on with me. Same, same, same. I'm getting out of my funk, I guess. Well, actually, I hope to be. That was sort of the point of coming here. I felt like maybe a few days of full-on seclusion --- not just from my friends, but from normal stuff like cell service, real stores, people with full sets of teeth, etc. --- would make me snap out of it and want to be around my people again. I think it's working, but I guess we'll have to wait and see about that. Anyway, happy Second of July to all!!!
Well, I've been in the happenin' town of New Milforn, PA for just about 24 hours now, and I must say that hick living hasn't been too bad so far. And tomorrow is Martini Night with Carolyn, so it will only get better. Granted, I feel a bit insane sometimes because there isn't terribly much to do here, and dial-up is just as much fun as I recall. But aside from that, it's peaceful (well, not at the moment, because everyone and their toothless grandma are setting off fireworks) and beautiful. And there's something about a population that is only 52% literate that gives me a false sense of superiority.
I think my last post was kind of misunderstood by some, and I was going to get on here to clarify it. But now I'm feeling completely not inclined to do that. It's sort of pathetic how much mental energy it takes for me to express myself in a decipherable way. That doesn't bode well. But that's how it's always been, so I'm used to it.
My mother just commented on how quickly I type. I suppose it's easy to type quickly when you don't have anything to say and you're just sputtering out whatever words drop from your brain. It's when I stop and think before typing something that I get slowed down. So I'll be sure not to make THAT mistake! :)
The odd thing about being here is that I actually miss my brother. He and I weren't that close for a while, but then we got back to where we used to be. And then he was away, now I'm away. It's weird. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to 716 to hang out with him. I can't say the same is true for him, in fact it's probably not, but that's okay. That's how that's always been, too.
My mom and I watched Moonlight Mile, and she cried, just as I knew she would, just as I always do. But I have to give her credit that it didn't lead to as much touchy-feely dialogue from her as I would have expected. I think that's because she knew I would just tell her to shove it (but in a nice, respectful, daughterly way). I understand the theme of the flick, I know what she's going to say, so there's really no point in her saying it, now, is there?
I'm trying to think of anything even remotely interesting to post on here, and I'm totally drawing a blank. Nothing really new is going on with me. Same, same, same. I'm getting out of my funk, I guess. Well, actually, I hope to be. That was sort of the point of coming here. I felt like maybe a few days of full-on seclusion --- not just from my friends, but from normal stuff like cell service, real stores, people with full sets of teeth, etc. --- would make me snap out of it and want to be around my people again. I think it's working, but I guess we'll have to wait and see about that. Anyway, happy Second of July to all!!!