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Sunday, February 8, 2004


  Sundays at my house are like a Shakespearian play - nothing goes right and more often then not we're late or we miss it completely. My mother makes us go to bed by ten the night before, but somehow we all fall asleep at around 3am, giving us five hours to sleep and making up wake up early for showers and all that personal hygene-like stuff.
We spend at least half an hour drying our hair, picking out clothes (and for my brother and my mom, fighting over whether that stack of white shirts will EVER be worn), and finding shoes and socks... ten minutes after we find all of them, we put them on.
By the time we barely make it out the door and sit in the lobby listening over the speakers to the person conducting, my brother and I are reading books and my mother usually makes friendly conversation with whatever poor soul is out there trying to calm their small child down and keep it from fidgeting and running around poking people.
When it comes to class, I sit in the hall and procrastinate, mainly reading whatever bloody fantasy I happen to have brought (maybe even a Georgette Heyer which I've most recently started), at the very end of the day when I go to the class which I really don't have a choice in, I start way in the back of the room in the shadows where I'm least likely to be noticed.
We usually leave in about normal time after walking everywhere trying to find eachother, and we spend the next few hours sitting doing mainly nothing at home, probably even sleeping.
WE HAVE UPSET THE BALANCE OF NATURE!!!
now everyone in the youth is doing this little valentine's thing that everyone has to do, and will hopefully remain annonymous. And so I now have two choices: 1) buy a present (duh! this also happens to go with number two as well), ring the guy's doorbell, run away as he comes to answer, slip, fall, break my neck, and all my troubles will be over... or 2) call someone up to see if his sister's coming to this thing on Wednesday and pass it off to her, end up speaking to the other people who come (maybe even barf on them, I'm a bad public speaker), admire the lovely carpeting, and pick up my brother's valentine's gift from the girl who got him... to top it off, I'm part of a chior singing a song I can't remember the lyrics to, and I have no more time to practice, and I only found out that this program was this Wednesday so I'm so totally screwed! The only good thing is it's casual so I'm going in jeans, and probably a t-shirt that says 'SNAFU'...

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