Friday, February 24, 2006

Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head

I splurged yesterday. I couldn't help myself. Went to Victoria's Secrets and bought a whole bunch of delicious-smelling things, including this peachy lip gloss stuff that I keep licking off because it just tastes so yummy. Also, I found the cutest little shirt at Forever 21 and that was exciting. That store is such a guilty pleasure. Le Mother is coming into Tally today and spending her birthday with us and I'm really excited to see her. She should be around in the next hour or so. I'm so happy she's here for the weekend, and then soon we'll be heading down to Miami and Orlando for spring break and baseball. My grandparents are going to be here for spring break, too, and considering that I haven't seen them in two years, it should be a lot of fun. Wow, two years. That sounds so insane. None of my relatives live near me at all - they're all up north, in Ohio or other east coast states. I write them letters and e-mails and keep in touch that way, and recently I've been acquiring their telephone numbers so I can actually talk to them. But I don't ever feel like it's enough. And yet at the same time, whenever we go up to visit, I always have this feeling that I would go insane if I saw them all the time. I think maybe that's also just something that I have more patience for, now that I'm older. That, and I've just realized over the course of the last couple years that I'd rather have them drive me crazy than to never know anything about them and about what's going on in their lives. And I want them in mine, even though after a while they'll probably think I'm just as crazy. It's funny actually, now that I think about it. All of us second generation kids have this tendency to go nuts or something. I've had more than one cousin in bootcamp, one cousin got married at my age and divorced a few months later, one got a girl pregnant then ran off with another, one got his stomach pumped. I wonder which one I am? I'll probably always be curiously eccentric, unfortunately liberal, non-church-going one who went to London and some of those other small, European countries. Oh, you silly generation gap, you! Families are so fascinating sometimes, lol. Also, I smell eggs. God, I'm hungry. I was going to get lunch with Chris but he hasn't called me, so in the words of Dane Cook, "Fuck that guy." Actually, he's probably sleeping. Lucky bitch. (Anche, I totally mispelled Chris the first time around and put Christ instead and then realized I was going to lunch with the Lord and nearly died laughing.)

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