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Dec. 26th, 2004 10:33 pmNormally one goes to the country to escape stress. I, however, go to the country because of family obligations. Let me just state right now that this is in no way a happy post. (Actually it gets pretty happy.)
Day 1
Four hours in the car. With my mother. With the heater on. The heater makes me sick. I'm hot.
I get a hole in my new green sweater/shirt. When we arrive I bring in a load of wood and try to start a fire.
This is no easy task. I manage to get covered in soot (sweater included) and artistically smudge one cheek with ash.
A pitiful flame begins. The house begins to warm. And then they awaken. The daddy-long-legs, ladybugs, moths,and things with no name. (SACBROODS!) I have a true anxiety attack. It's hard to breathe and I huddle on my bed clutching my pillows. I get over it. I finish knitting a hat. It's ugly. I finish knitting a hat. I run out of yarn. I read fan fiction for anime that I've never seen. (I don't have an internet connection. I saved to the precious) I sweep out a room. I want to go for a bike ride. But the tires are flat. The pump is missing. I try to learn Esperanto. But the tapes I brought are indeed tapes and I only have a CD player. I look at my new decorating book and coo at the highrise loft section (there are no bugs). I go to bed around one am. I get up at four am. I hate the world.
Day 2
I stay up until 8 AM then go back to bed. Up again at 10. I make the stupid mistake of going outside. Have just edged one toe carefully out the door and my father and stepmother arrive. I sigh. Lock the house. And go with them. Maybe they'll feed me? No. They just came from a resturant. (Did I forget to mention that there is no food? Silly me.) We drive to his house. There are problems because usually I have time to psych myself up for these visits. Now I just want to kill them. I plead the sick card. He takes me home and leaves. I discover that my mother has gone. She has forgotten that I exist and did not leave me a key. I stand outside the house and wait. I am cold. I am hungry. BUT! Thankfully I am always prepared. I have a book. The second Abarat book, which was very enjoyable. Unfortunately I finish it rather quickly. I am cold. I am hungry. I am bored. I am in this state for the next 5 hours. Outside. In below freezing temps (well...31). Why don't I go to the neighbors and call someone? Neighbor #1 is with my mother. Neighbor #2 is a suspicious and jumpy drug dealer with a gun (though he does feed his animals well...) Neighbors #s3-infinity don't exist. Plus since the fifth grade Incident I have no one to call. COLD.
Day 3
How can I describe this miraculous day? Father is coming at 11 AM so I wake up at ten. I'm just about to get up when the phone rings. It's snowing. My father doesn't want to drive over here because he doesn't trust his current car (the man redeems them. I'm amazed that they haven't all blown up). So there's miracle numbers one and two. Then... my mother does drive. I get invited to yet another Christmas dinner (this makes four) and I'm tempted to go to all four. While waiting in line for five minutes (toothbrush. peanut brittle. preventative.) I collected four "How tall you've gotten"s. Am in surpisingly good mood. On way home I pass Traitorus father. Apparently he could drive.
Day 4
Snow.
Day 5
I've gotten confused. Is this Xmas. If it was it's horrible. I forgot to buy my mother a present. How sad is that? That's okay. She got something homemade. Then to the fathers. Oh how nice! Smile! Nod! Smile! No politics. NONE. Liar. Fuck Bush. GAY RIGHTS! Silence. Silence. Eat. Silence. Home.
TULSA!
Who would have thought I'd be glad to be back? No offence Tulsans.
-------Current time.
Have called various people but ended up going to see Life Aquatic alone. It was brilliant. Besides the actual movie there are several reasons to go see it. 1) You can see the preview for Constantine and other such movies (Constantine looked REALLY good. But maybe I just like Reeves (and although John had blond I'll let that pass).
2) The research assistant. For about 5 seconds you too can experiance the glory of totally hot yet irrevelant extras standing casually in the background. You too can gasp and crane your neck for another glimpse. You can sit through out the entire credits looking for the name. They will show the dog's real name. But there is not a... "RESEARCH ASSISTANT CHARLES MANSON" there just isn't.
This deserves all caps. I CHECKED THE MAIL!!! I GOT INTO DEPAUL!!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Day 1
Four hours in the car. With my mother. With the heater on. The heater makes me sick. I'm hot.
I get a hole in my new green sweater/shirt. When we arrive I bring in a load of wood and try to start a fire.
This is no easy task. I manage to get covered in soot (sweater included) and artistically smudge one cheek with ash.
A pitiful flame begins. The house begins to warm. And then they awaken. The daddy-long-legs, ladybugs, moths,and things with no name. (SACBROODS!) I have a true anxiety attack. It's hard to breathe and I huddle on my bed clutching my pillows. I get over it. I finish knitting a hat. It's ugly. I finish knitting a hat. I run out of yarn. I read fan fiction for anime that I've never seen. (I don't have an internet connection. I saved to the precious) I sweep out a room. I want to go for a bike ride. But the tires are flat. The pump is missing. I try to learn Esperanto. But the tapes I brought are indeed tapes and I only have a CD player. I look at my new decorating book and coo at the highrise loft section (there are no bugs). I go to bed around one am. I get up at four am. I hate the world.
Day 2
I stay up until 8 AM then go back to bed. Up again at 10. I make the stupid mistake of going outside. Have just edged one toe carefully out the door and my father and stepmother arrive. I sigh. Lock the house. And go with them. Maybe they'll feed me? No. They just came from a resturant. (Did I forget to mention that there is no food? Silly me.) We drive to his house. There are problems because usually I have time to psych myself up for these visits. Now I just want to kill them. I plead the sick card. He takes me home and leaves. I discover that my mother has gone. She has forgotten that I exist and did not leave me a key. I stand outside the house and wait. I am cold. I am hungry. BUT! Thankfully I am always prepared. I have a book. The second Abarat book, which was very enjoyable. Unfortunately I finish it rather quickly. I am cold. I am hungry. I am bored. I am in this state for the next 5 hours. Outside. In below freezing temps (well...31). Why don't I go to the neighbors and call someone? Neighbor #1 is with my mother. Neighbor #2 is a suspicious and jumpy drug dealer with a gun (though he does feed his animals well...) Neighbors #s3-infinity don't exist. Plus since the fifth grade Incident I have no one to call. COLD.
Day 3
How can I describe this miraculous day? Father is coming at 11 AM so I wake up at ten. I'm just about to get up when the phone rings. It's snowing. My father doesn't want to drive over here because he doesn't trust his current car (the man redeems them. I'm amazed that they haven't all blown up). So there's miracle numbers one and two. Then... my mother does drive. I get invited to yet another Christmas dinner (this makes four) and I'm tempted to go to all four. While waiting in line for five minutes (toothbrush. peanut brittle. preventative.) I collected four "How tall you've gotten"s. Am in surpisingly good mood. On way home I pass Traitorus father. Apparently he could drive.
Day 4
Snow.
Day 5
I've gotten confused. Is this Xmas. If it was it's horrible. I forgot to buy my mother a present. How sad is that? That's okay. She got something homemade. Then to the fathers. Oh how nice! Smile! Nod! Smile! No politics. NONE. Liar. Fuck Bush. GAY RIGHTS! Silence. Silence. Eat. Silence. Home.
TULSA!
Who would have thought I'd be glad to be back? No offence Tulsans.
-------Current time.
Have called various people but ended up going to see Life Aquatic alone. It was brilliant. Besides the actual movie there are several reasons to go see it. 1) You can see the preview for Constantine and other such movies (Constantine looked REALLY good. But maybe I just like Reeves (and although John had blond I'll let that pass).
2) The research assistant. For about 5 seconds you too can experiance the glory of totally hot yet irrevelant extras standing casually in the background. You too can gasp and crane your neck for another glimpse. You can sit through out the entire credits looking for the name. They will show the dog's real name. But there is not a... "RESEARCH ASSISTANT CHARLES MANSON" there just isn't.
This deserves all caps. I CHECKED THE MAIL!!! I GOT INTO DEPAUL!!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
