2004-07-30
delicate/broken
my knees hurt from all of the crawling in plastic tubes. we went to the dollar store afterward, it's tradition. one of my cousins got a machete. and a sword. that cousin definitely wasn't me, no chance. nope, someone else.
as for coincidences (similarities), you may have just calumniated them, which is sad. Let's hope not, because they weren't yours to do so. bad notes are painful. out of tune here.
people pronounce "ours" in different ways. Some say it Hispanically as if it were actually just "hours" with a silent "h." Others go for a version quite close to "ares." those of you who cannot pronounce shall learn in time, because the ability to be eloquent- when talking- will soon come in handy. it's a "droyt" sound. no dubyas ("w"s) involved.
i read this article about self-absorption in a psychology magazine. the telltale sign is "next in line" syndrome. you are sitting in a class or seminar, a meeting of some sort, and everyone must go around the room and say a few things about themselves so everyone can be superficially acquainted. you think of what you are going to say- you don't want to sound stupid and public speaking really isn't your thing. so you practice the stuff in your head, just to be sure you know it'll sound ok. because of all of this, you probably won't even hear what the person immediately ahead of you in line says, because you are so busy preparing your own speech. this makes sense. in other studies in the same article, 80% of all surveyed university students consider themselves in general to be an "above-average" person. there is more, but i am sick of talking about people other than myself.
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petie and i watched this one movie, with a classic line we can both oddly relate to. "waiting for you is like waiting for rain, useless and disappointing." the actress says it to the actor, and then- right on cue- it starts to pour. he surrenders his "heart" and then they live happily ever after. i don't like movies, specially right now. couldn't say why. try going alone, it's a new experience and it is mildly pleasing when one embraces the ability to laugh only with oneself. or don't listen to me. this is nothing new.
what does august involve? here i put my agenda: (1) Weasel my way out of my job (2) Clean everything up (3) catch up with everyone (JM,DB,JI,BC,etc) so we can start LHPS up on sundays again (4) do all that stupid chapter stuff on Frankenfart (5) read that one other book (6) go spend money on clothes (aka shop) (7) see off ben to germany (8) lizz's birthday party (9) hike, ie with erk (10) bead more necklaces (11) figure everything out, if possible, closure or
happiness and whatnot (12) practice piano (13) stop listing and start doing. (14) seek this out for future reference.
the stars and that moon is out, i would be a hapless fool to sit out there and look. my quandary is boundaried to the indoors. with screaming children as they play, me joining after fleeting sugar rushes.
when one of my uncles was a little boy, my grandma says he used to yell out "zabava!" every time they would pass a cemetary. "zebava" is Ukrainian for "dance"; the two words have no known connection, yet somehow... it is peculiar, and i appreciate it. don't cry. farewell.
leesah-likes at 10:41 p.m.