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Sep. 29th, 2005 06:01 pmUncle Dave died today.
He died peacefully; just went to sleep and never woke up.
Uncle Kevin almost died.
His appendix got infected, the infection turned into gangrene, and the surgeons got it right before it burst.
Quinn, Manda and I dressed up as fairies and had our pictures taken. Jason wore a beach towel around school today- ostensibly to keep warm, but really as a symbol of his office as a Doctor of Divinity.
Both of my classes were cancelled, so I didn't really do too much. Plans were hatched for a New Year's Eve masquerade ball, complete with a reenactment of the "Masquerade" song (with dance and all) from the Phantom of the Opera.
Dustin called Phantom. Quinn called Raoul. Everyone else? Who knows.
It's starting to get cold out, now- the wind direction's changed; it's coming from the north. I closed all the windows before.
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He died peacefully; just went to sleep and never woke up.
Uncle Kevin almost died.
His appendix got infected, the infection turned into gangrene, and the surgeons got it right before it burst.
Quinn, Manda and I dressed up as fairies and had our pictures taken. Jason wore a beach towel around school today- ostensibly to keep warm, but really as a symbol of his office as a Doctor of Divinity.
Both of my classes were cancelled, so I didn't really do too much. Plans were hatched for a New Year's Eve masquerade ball, complete with a reenactment of the "Masquerade" song (with dance and all) from the Phantom of the Opera.
Dustin called Phantom. Quinn called Raoul. Everyone else? Who knows.
It's starting to get cold out, now- the wind direction's changed; it's coming from the north. I closed all the windows before.
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...and life cycles onwards
Sep. 22nd, 2005 07:48 pmIt's all ups and downs. Got a 96 on my psychology test. We did the photography lab in criminalistics today, or the first part of it. I took a picture of my shoe and a storm drain, for lack of better material. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
insaneartgurl brought Dylan to school today, and everyone loves him.
Took an anthropology test, and then spent the rest of the afternoon trussed up in a sari and purple fairy wings, pretending to be an angel gazing adoringly at a goth Mary and a kid Jesus with a fever. Then I got to wave a glittery piece of fabric around. This was all for Lisha's photo project; I'll post the pictures here when I get them. Even talked her into lettingneko_quinn be in a couple of frames, although she specified that he had to have his shirt off for them. Alas for me, she said he could leave his undershirt on. Thankfully I got some shirtless Quinn a little later, when I made him switch undershirts with me because his was nicer.
Bus, diner, fries, Quinn gnawed on my head, Dylan is cute and sleepy, let's bounce, sad panda face, cookie, bus, and here I am.
Dad walked in a little while ago, screaming about how there was no chicken-
(Um, hello. No one told me it was there- don't blame me because dinner isn't ready currently)
and screaming about his brother-
(Who had a stroke today and probably won't make it through the night)
and blah blah woof woof... the rest was the usual rant. Of course, he wants me to pick up Mom, who gets off of work at nine but doesn't get out of the fucking building until almost 9:30. Told him (after a rant that included the "you're not allowed to watch your favorite show... EVER!!!" at my sister) that CSI was new tonight. Also told him that I'd go but someone would have to tape it for me. Predictably, he pulled the martyr act and said to forget it.
Once upon a time, when he went into his rants, I would get angry right back at him, or be scared of him. Now, it all just makes me kind of tired and sad. My dad needs some serious help. He's carrying all of this incredibly deep-seated anger at [whatever] around, and he takes it all out on us. At this point in my life, I seem to have come to the mentality that runs along the lines of, "Look. This is your life. Your life, not mine. I'm not responsible for you choosing the actions that lead you to this point. You knew what the outcome had a chance of being, and you walked down that path anyway. Deal. Everyone else has to- stop blaming the rest of us for your shitty run of luck."
He was furious with me last year for pushing to register RIGHT NOW DAMMIT at OCC. Absolutely furious. I'm glad I've made the descisions I did, even if he views it as some sort of ungrateful personal betrayal. I saw where I was going to wind up, and I worked to change that outcome. Never regret, never look back.
Now I'm just kind of tired and apathetic, and all I want to do is go to sleep.
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insaneartgurl brought Dylan to school today, and everyone loves him. Took an anthropology test, and then spent the rest of the afternoon trussed up in a sari and purple fairy wings, pretending to be an angel gazing adoringly at a goth Mary and a kid Jesus with a fever. Then I got to wave a glittery piece of fabric around. This was all for Lisha's photo project; I'll post the pictures here when I get them. Even talked her into letting
neko_quinn be in a couple of frames, although she specified that he had to have his shirt off for them. Alas for me, she said he could leave his undershirt on. Thankfully I got some shirtless Quinn a little later, when I made him switch undershirts with me because his was nicer.Bus, diner, fries, Quinn gnawed on my head, Dylan is cute and sleepy, let's bounce, sad panda face, cookie, bus, and here I am.
Dad walked in a little while ago, screaming about how there was no chicken-
(Um, hello. No one told me it was there- don't blame me because dinner isn't ready currently)
and screaming about his brother-
(Who had a stroke today and probably won't make it through the night)
and blah blah woof woof... the rest was the usual rant. Of course, he wants me to pick up Mom, who gets off of work at nine but doesn't get out of the fucking building until almost 9:30. Told him (after a rant that included the "you're not allowed to watch your favorite show... EVER!!!" at my sister) that CSI was new tonight. Also told him that I'd go but someone would have to tape it for me. Predictably, he pulled the martyr act and said to forget it.
Once upon a time, when he went into his rants, I would get angry right back at him, or be scared of him. Now, it all just makes me kind of tired and sad. My dad needs some serious help. He's carrying all of this incredibly deep-seated anger at [whatever] around, and he takes it all out on us. At this point in my life, I seem to have come to the mentality that runs along the lines of, "Look. This is your life. Your life, not mine. I'm not responsible for you choosing the actions that lead you to this point. You knew what the outcome had a chance of being, and you walked down that path anyway. Deal. Everyone else has to- stop blaming the rest of us for your shitty run of luck."
He was furious with me last year for pushing to register RIGHT NOW DAMMIT at OCC. Absolutely furious. I'm glad I've made the descisions I did, even if he views it as some sort of ungrateful personal betrayal. I saw where I was going to wind up, and I worked to change that outcome. Never regret, never look back.
Now I'm just kind of tired and apathetic, and all I want to do is go to sleep.
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OMG update!
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:02 pmThis indecisiveness has got to stop, I swear to god. I get someone to make me a different header, and then, I change my mind the minute I see some of Northern Ballet Theater's photos. Then I decide that they could lead but nothing but trouble on my part (read: talking Quinn into taking ballet with me to act out some strange psuedo-pas-de-deux-from-Dracula fantasy) and decide that I'm happy with what I requested in the first place.
Discussed my fears concerning Quinn's hippocampus in the diner today. I think I'd freak out if he lost his short term memory and turned into the guy from Memento, or that musician guy we watched on a video in psych class. Also discussed crying on the bus in relation to these [paranoid] fears. Mainly, everyone just looked at me funny. Nothing new there.
Went to SI for the West Brighton Reunion over the weekend. The whole thing was kind of 'eh' until James and Aunt Sean showed up. Then James and I got kind of tipsy. I say "kind of"... I was still able to walk, but that was about it. Three White Russians can do that to you, but it made not knowing anyone there a little bit easier to deal with, so who cares? Never mind that I wound up going to bed at like, eight o'clock.
It was cool meeting all the people I've heard about over the years, though. Finally met the infamous Dave Johansen, who played the Ghost of Christmas Past in Scrooged and sang on SNL with Sigourney Weaver or something. He was there with Mara, who he may or may not be married to and who may or may not be Steven Tyler's ex-wife.
But if she is Steven Tyler's ex-wife... then HA HA HA!!! I CAN KICK ALL YOUR ASSES AT SIX DEGREES OF LOTR!!!
I won an alarm clock as a door prize.
I also looked through old pictures of my mother and aunt's trip to Europe. My mom and her sisters were sexy as fucking hell. Holy shit, like OMG whoa- I bet if I showed those pictures to people, they'd be like, dude. Those chicks are hot.
We stayed at Uncle Mike's this time, instead of Jersey, like we usually do. I love Jersey and everything, but I liked visiting Uncle Mike and Aunt Rhonda and the boys. I hardly ever get to see them. Daniel and Connor are crazed monkeys and I absolutely love them. Especially Connor, even if he did keep trying to use my shirt as a Kleenex. Uncle Mike talked me into giving the dog a bath, too, which he caught on camera. One for the vaults, I suppose.
Then yesterday I got the car! I went to Quinn's! It was great and then it was weird because it was like WHOA Cartoon Network is FUCKED UP and messes my brain around. Then it was, meh, hungry... so I was like, I know so I brought food so let's go out to the car and get it, and then everything was GREAT and then it was kind of, "Dammit." And then it was magically great again. Great! Wonderful! Hurrah!
Upshot of this: I have a new favorite song.
Then I made soup and couscous. Talked Quinn into eating the couscous- he didn't want to because it reminded him of grits. Replied that it was, in fact, not grits, but Middle Eastern tiny pasta bits, and he didn't have to eat if if he didn't like it. Then he ate it and ate the leftovers today at school OMG.
Next I have to get him to try caviar.
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I've got about three yards of a very pretty toile. I'm thinking about making a corset with it. Yay for corsets!
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Discussed my fears concerning Quinn's hippocampus in the diner today. I think I'd freak out if he lost his short term memory and turned into the guy from Memento, or that musician guy we watched on a video in psych class. Also discussed crying on the bus in relation to these [paranoid] fears. Mainly, everyone just looked at me funny. Nothing new there.
Went to SI for the West Brighton Reunion over the weekend. The whole thing was kind of 'eh' until James and Aunt Sean showed up. Then James and I got kind of tipsy. I say "kind of"... I was still able to walk, but that was about it. Three White Russians can do that to you, but it made not knowing anyone there a little bit easier to deal with, so who cares? Never mind that I wound up going to bed at like, eight o'clock.
It was cool meeting all the people I've heard about over the years, though. Finally met the infamous Dave Johansen, who played the Ghost of Christmas Past in Scrooged and sang on SNL with Sigourney Weaver or something. He was there with Mara, who he may or may not be married to and who may or may not be Steven Tyler's ex-wife.
But if she is Steven Tyler's ex-wife... then HA HA HA!!! I CAN KICK ALL YOUR ASSES AT SIX DEGREES OF LOTR!!!
I won an alarm clock as a door prize.
I also looked through old pictures of my mother and aunt's trip to Europe. My mom and her sisters were sexy as fucking hell. Holy shit, like OMG whoa- I bet if I showed those pictures to people, they'd be like, dude. Those chicks are hot.
We stayed at Uncle Mike's this time, instead of Jersey, like we usually do. I love Jersey and everything, but I liked visiting Uncle Mike and Aunt Rhonda and the boys. I hardly ever get to see them. Daniel and Connor are crazed monkeys and I absolutely love them. Especially Connor, even if he did keep trying to use my shirt as a Kleenex. Uncle Mike talked me into giving the dog a bath, too, which he caught on camera. One for the vaults, I suppose.
Then yesterday I got the car! I went to Quinn's! It was great and then it was weird because it was like WHOA Cartoon Network is FUCKED UP and messes my brain around. Then it was, meh, hungry... so I was like, I know so I brought food so let's go out to the car and get it, and then everything was GREAT and then it was kind of, "Dammit." And then it was magically great again. Great! Wonderful! Hurrah!
Upshot of this: I have a new favorite song.
Then I made soup and couscous. Talked Quinn into eating the couscous- he didn't want to because it reminded him of grits. Replied that it was, in fact, not grits, but Middle Eastern tiny pasta bits, and he didn't have to eat if if he didn't like it. Then he ate it and ate the leftovers today at school OMG.
Next I have to get him to try caviar.
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I've got about three yards of a very pretty toile. I'm thinking about making a corset with it. Yay for corsets!
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That was one hell of a party.
Jul. 5th, 2005 08:16 pmIt ended today with me and my father not speaking to each other. Again.
To recap: My cousin James calls me on Wednesday night. He tells me that he'll be here to pick me up the next day. After much discussion, we decide to take my sister with us, too. After he gets here on Thursday night, I drag him to go see War of the Worlds with Quinn and Olivier.
On Friday we drive down to Princeton, stopping in Pennsylvania for mass quantities of fireworks. MASS. QUANTITIES. OF. FIREWORKS. Holy hell, I have never seen so many explosive devices grouped together in one warehouse before. And none of you people give me condescending looks, either, because neither have you. This place was like half of Wegmans filled with fireworks, and there were more outside in eighteen-wheeler trucks lined up in the parking lot. James just about had a seizure, he was so excited.
Saturday was the day of James's 21st birthday party. I may have forgotten to mention this, but the entire point of this trip was to go to this party and get absolutely smashed. Observe a telephone conversation a week ago Friday:
James: I'm turning 21 next Saturday.
Me: I know. Awesome.
James: Come down and get drunk with me.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Family Party:
The Big Thing/Great Experiment was James and Uncle Kevin deep frying a turkey in the backyard. Nana brought over a disposable video camera and most of the movie is of the turkey. The turkey being fried, the turkey being talked about, eaten, contemplated, looked at, whatever.
Everyone went in the pool. Lots of people went on the trampoline. There was cake and food in abundance, and it was great great great. Not suprisingly, James got lots of liquor for presents. He also got to set off a bunch of fireworks, which made him happy and wowed everyone else.
Big Kids Party:
James, Amanda, Laura, Dan, and I went over to Blair and Julia's apartment. We got fucked up. There were maragritas. There were kittens. There were other things. Dan, Amanda, James and I sat in an empty room, watching the moon set as we killed a bottle of wine. I remember thinking at the time that the whole scene was very Rumi. That's the only thing I remember thinking, except for something obscure that had to do with my sociology professor.
Then we went to a diner. I don't remember it. Apparently I was doing strange things with my hair.
Went back to the apartment and crashed until one in the afternoon. Then we went and saw Howl's Moving Castle.
Fourth of July:
Nana came over again on Monday. The weather was beautiful, so we sat by the pool and had margaritas and donuts, which, let me tell you, is an odd combination for breakfast. Then we decided to go canoeing, so we cleaned off the canoe, hijacked Laura's canoe, and we all trooped over to the park.
Canoeing on two margaritas and a donut is interesting at first. People make fun of you when you can't steer the damn boat, but you'll get the hang of it after a while.
After we got home, there was barbeque and more fireworks. Yay Fourth of July.
( And then there was today... cut for angsting )
To recap: My cousin James calls me on Wednesday night. He tells me that he'll be here to pick me up the next day. After much discussion, we decide to take my sister with us, too. After he gets here on Thursday night, I drag him to go see War of the Worlds with Quinn and Olivier.
On Friday we drive down to Princeton, stopping in Pennsylvania for mass quantities of fireworks. MASS. QUANTITIES. OF. FIREWORKS. Holy hell, I have never seen so many explosive devices grouped together in one warehouse before. And none of you people give me condescending looks, either, because neither have you. This place was like half of Wegmans filled with fireworks, and there were more outside in eighteen-wheeler trucks lined up in the parking lot. James just about had a seizure, he was so excited.
Saturday was the day of James's 21st birthday party. I may have forgotten to mention this, but the entire point of this trip was to go to this party and get absolutely smashed. Observe a telephone conversation a week ago Friday:
James: I'm turning 21 next Saturday.
Me: I know. Awesome.
James: Come down and get drunk with me.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Family Party:
The Big Thing/Great Experiment was James and Uncle Kevin deep frying a turkey in the backyard. Nana brought over a disposable video camera and most of the movie is of the turkey. The turkey being fried, the turkey being talked about, eaten, contemplated, looked at, whatever.
Everyone went in the pool. Lots of people went on the trampoline. There was cake and food in abundance, and it was great great great. Not suprisingly, James got lots of liquor for presents. He also got to set off a bunch of fireworks, which made him happy and wowed everyone else.
Big Kids Party:
James, Amanda, Laura, Dan, and I went over to Blair and Julia's apartment. We got fucked up. There were maragritas. There were kittens. There were other things. Dan, Amanda, James and I sat in an empty room, watching the moon set as we killed a bottle of wine. I remember thinking at the time that the whole scene was very Rumi. That's the only thing I remember thinking, except for something obscure that had to do with my sociology professor.
Then we went to a diner. I don't remember it. Apparently I was doing strange things with my hair.
Went back to the apartment and crashed until one in the afternoon. Then we went and saw Howl's Moving Castle.
Fourth of July:
Nana came over again on Monday. The weather was beautiful, so we sat by the pool and had margaritas and donuts, which, let me tell you, is an odd combination for breakfast. Then we decided to go canoeing, so we cleaned off the canoe, hijacked Laura's canoe, and we all trooped over to the park.
Canoeing on two margaritas and a donut is interesting at first. People make fun of you when you can't steer the damn boat, but you'll get the hang of it after a while.
After we got home, there was barbeque and more fireworks. Yay Fourth of July.
( And then there was today... cut for angsting )
That was one hell of a party.
Jul. 5th, 2005 08:16 pmIt ended today with me and my father not speaking to each other. Again.
To recap: My cousin James calls me on Wednesday night. He tells me that he'll be here to pick me up the next day. After much discussion, we decide to take my sister with us, too. After he gets here on Thursday night, I drag him to go see War of the Worlds with Quinn and Olivier.
On Friday we drive down to Princeton, stopping in Pennsylvania for mass quantities of fireworks. MASS. QUANTITIES. OF. FIREWORKS. Holy hell, I have never seen so many explosive devices grouped together in one warehouse before. And none of you people give me condescending looks, either, because neither have you. This place was like half of Wegmans filled with fireworks, and there were more outside in eighteen-wheeler trucks lined up in the parking lot. James just about had a seizure, he was so excited.
Saturday was the day of James's 21st birthday party. I may have forgotten to mention this, but the entire point of this trip was to go to this party and get absolutely smashed. Observe a telephone conversation a week ago Friday:
James: I'm turning 21 next Saturday.
Me: I know. Awesome.
James: Come down and get drunk with me.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Family Party:
The Big Thing/Great Experiment was James and Uncle Kevin deep frying a turkey in the backyard. Nana brought over a disposable video camera and most of the movie is of the turkey. The turkey being fried, the turkey being talked about, eaten, contemplated, looked at, whatever.
Everyone went in the pool. Lots of people went on the trampoline. There was cake and food in abundance, and it was great great great. Not suprisingly, James got lots of liquor for presents. He also got to set off a bunch of fireworks, which made him happy and wowed everyone else.
Big Kids Party:
James, Amanda, Laura, Dan, and I went over to Blair and Julia's apartment. We got fucked up. There were maragritas. There were kittens. There were other things. Dan, Amanda, James and I sat in an empty room, watching the moon set as we killed a bottle of wine. I remember thinking at the time that the whole scene was very Rumi. That's the only thing I remember thinking, except for something obscure that had to do with my sociology professor.
Then we went to a diner. I don't remember it. Apparently I was doing strange things with my hair.
Went back to the apartment and crashed until one in the afternoon. Then we went and saw Howl's Moving Castle.
Fourth of July:
Nana came over again on Monday. The weather was beautiful, so we sat by the pool and had margaritas and donuts, which, let me tell you, is an odd combination for breakfast. Then we decided to go canoeing, so we cleaned off the canoe, hijacked Laura's canoe, and we all trooped over to the park.
Canoeing on two margaritas and a donut is interesting at first. People make fun of you when you can't steer the damn boat, but you'll get the hang of it after a while.
After we got home, there was barbeque and more fireworks. Yay Fourth of July.
( And then there was today... cut for angsting )
To recap: My cousin James calls me on Wednesday night. He tells me that he'll be here to pick me up the next day. After much discussion, we decide to take my sister with us, too. After he gets here on Thursday night, I drag him to go see War of the Worlds with Quinn and Olivier.
On Friday we drive down to Princeton, stopping in Pennsylvania for mass quantities of fireworks. MASS. QUANTITIES. OF. FIREWORKS. Holy hell, I have never seen so many explosive devices grouped together in one warehouse before. And none of you people give me condescending looks, either, because neither have you. This place was like half of Wegmans filled with fireworks, and there were more outside in eighteen-wheeler trucks lined up in the parking lot. James just about had a seizure, he was so excited.
Saturday was the day of James's 21st birthday party. I may have forgotten to mention this, but the entire point of this trip was to go to this party and get absolutely smashed. Observe a telephone conversation a week ago Friday:
James: I'm turning 21 next Saturday.
Me: I know. Awesome.
James: Come down and get drunk with me.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Family Party:
The Big Thing/Great Experiment was James and Uncle Kevin deep frying a turkey in the backyard. Nana brought over a disposable video camera and most of the movie is of the turkey. The turkey being fried, the turkey being talked about, eaten, contemplated, looked at, whatever.
Everyone went in the pool. Lots of people went on the trampoline. There was cake and food in abundance, and it was great great great. Not suprisingly, James got lots of liquor for presents. He also got to set off a bunch of fireworks, which made him happy and wowed everyone else.
Big Kids Party:
James, Amanda, Laura, Dan, and I went over to Blair and Julia's apartment. We got fucked up. There were maragritas. There were kittens. There were other things. Dan, Amanda, James and I sat in an empty room, watching the moon set as we killed a bottle of wine. I remember thinking at the time that the whole scene was very Rumi. That's the only thing I remember thinking, except for something obscure that had to do with my sociology professor.
Then we went to a diner. I don't remember it. Apparently I was doing strange things with my hair.
Went back to the apartment and crashed until one in the afternoon. Then we went and saw Howl's Moving Castle.
Fourth of July:
Nana came over again on Monday. The weather was beautiful, so we sat by the pool and had margaritas and donuts, which, let me tell you, is an odd combination for breakfast. Then we decided to go canoeing, so we cleaned off the canoe, hijacked Laura's canoe, and we all trooped over to the park.
Canoeing on two margaritas and a donut is interesting at first. People make fun of you when you can't steer the damn boat, but you'll get the hang of it after a while.
After we got home, there was barbeque and more fireworks. Yay Fourth of July.
( And then there was today... cut for angsting )
