nirix5 | .....

My computer is a fuckwit. Every time I hit the tab button, it switches to another window.

Kelsey's concert is tonight. I wonder if I kidnap and brainwash Ms. Caruso, how long it would take her to finally stop doing Oldies and bad Christian music?

Then it's come home and pack. Right now all of my clothes are in the wash, so I'm sitting around in my feather pajamas. This weekend is going to be crazy... No one can get the story straight, as usual, no one knows what's going on or who's going where- somehow "James's Graduation Party in Princeton" got turned into "Rowan Family Reunion in Tottenville on Saturday." (WHAT THE HELL?!? Gotta love my family.)

Anyway Chris is coming up from Washington and is brining Aunt Mildred; hopefully he and my father won't get into a brawl. That's the yupped out branch of the family, who always saw Dad as never being good enough for Mom, etc. etc. I think my mom and dad have a very Princess Leia/Han Solo realtionship... Mom is the educated diplomatic one, Dad is the smart assed smuggler type.

Except Mom wants to go to Hogwarts and Dad wants to be a mountain man. Total crossover of authors and storylines, there. Hmm. A Star Wars/Harry Potter/Louis L'Amour fanfic. I could dedicate it to my parents.

Anyway. What to pack. Evening in the city; Saturday in Jersey. I feel so sophisticated, galavanting around down there.

Thundering out. Mom wants me off the computer. Damn concert- if it weren't for that I'd be running around outside.