Bleargh. Got a whole lot of nothing done today, at least so far. I'm going to write something- I just don't know what yet- and post it in the next hour or so. I hope. I've gotten all my distracting stuff out of the way (no new kimono on Ichiroya) and Oliver has finally relenquished my headphones.
I really need to get a computer at home. I always forget the stuff I mean to put in this journal. Like Jeannette sending my tiara back (I'm going to post the letter she sent me with it on Monday- my tiara saw action!!!) and Mr. Christopher dying. Mom's going to send a mass card and Nana's probably going to go to the funeral on Monday. It's really, really sad. I love the Christophers, although I didn't know the boys as well as Allison. I still miss them, sometimes.( Mr. Christopher's Obituary )
I hope when I die they have my funeral at Harmon's. They probably will. That's where everyone has their funerals.
Don't let Manhattan decieve you. The rest of New York is just like one big small town. Everyone knows everyone else, and everybody
goes to Harmon's. Aunt Doris did.
I should really write out the story of Aunt Doris's funeral one of these days. I still think about that whole fiasco and crack up laughing. I found the pictures of it again the other day. I find it horribly ironic that one of the best pictures I've ever had taken of me when my hair was really long has a dead woman in a casket in it. Shame- it looks all pretty and shiny and stuff. Anyway...
Found some random crap floating around a notebook of mine from over the summer. Here it is. “If you open the door, Romania will eat you alive.”
~ Gymnastics commentator
“I only get nervous when someone ties me to a chair and sticks a hand grenade between my legs. The rest is pretty much irrelevant after that.”
Commentator: “As the captain of this team, can you tell me their emotional state?”
Mom: “Yeah, we’re all freaked out, you stupid old bitch!”
“I don’t know what kind of kid you were, or your brains are so old that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be young.”
“WHAT?!?! I work my fingers to the bone all day for you, woman…”
“Yes, yes. …Do you want some teddy grahams?”
~ Mom and Dad( Hysterical rant written while canvassing for CCE )( The most spectacular piece of poetry you will ever read, written while waiting to be called up in traffic court a year and a half ago, when my mother and I were being Regency fangirls. We almost got kicked out of court for giggling so much... )
~ Jenna and Barbara Bush trying to be witty, failing miserably, and all of the Republicans laughing anyway.
~ reading the personal ads and not answering them.
~ people who are American telling everyone they’re something else and people who were born elsewhere telling everyone that they’re American.
~ possessed of an army of people who just joined up to get money for college.
~ porn. In other countries it’s sex, but in America it’s porn.
~ canvassing door to door without shame.
~ a giant crime scene, complete with angsty G/S, C/W, AND N/G overtones.