Blaaaah

MacAvity's picture

Why does my school start so bloody late, eh? The end of summer is so boriiiiing...... and still has maybe two weeks left.... Everyone else is going to school and so forth while I just sit here waiting...

It's kind of nice having my brother be in high school now, though. He actually comes to me for help studying, which he never used to do because my 'help' used to always just make him frustrated. This past week we studied for a Latin test (Latin is always fun, and I got to tell all about the nineteen-century crime spree of Quintus Caecilius Iucundus) and an English vocabulary test (during which studying, for halfway-relevant reasons, we ended up singing the Hogwarts song). And he's been running with the cross-country team after school, which has motivated our mom to start herself and me on some sort of running program for people who can't run, which we will start as soon as her foot heals from its backpacking injury. And maybe it will work and maybe I'll actually become able to run. Maybe.

And... Went clothes shopping today, got a lot of nice things (at least, I like them; they might not fit anybody else's definition of 'nice'), almost all of which are dark, so I may never even need to do light laundry in the dorms....

Dormitory move-in day is not for a while yet, so no news on that front except that I now have new clothes, and extra-long sheets that are all weird and shiny because that's what happens when you order things from afar without ever having seen them because ordinary stores don't have extra-long sheets in less-than-horrible colors and the colleges know this and have some sort of dastardly deal with the weird-shiny-mail-order-sheets company so that said company gets all the dormitory-sheets business and sends people weird shiny sheets instead of normal cottony ones... and who knows what the colleges get from said dastardly deal. Ah well.

And... er...

Oma's doing somewhat okay, about as well as can be expected, doesn't have to move into a nursing home just yet... Her roommate is nuts, though. Today, she (the roommate) came into the room, saw me, freaked out, and started telling some mad-brained story about what happened the last time there were boys around, and demanding to know how many boys were there this time, and warning us not to mess with the stuff on her side of the room. By 'last time there were boys around' I thought maybe she meant last weekend when five of Oma's grandkids all visited at the same time, except it was way crazier than that. 'These boys were all jumping on my head!' she said. 'So I said, "Who am I, Mother Goose?" And then they had a fart, and I said, "Fuck it!"' For some reason it's really funny when old people use words like that. I was laughing pretty hard at all the crazy-talk leading up to that point, but finally I just had to leave the room. Anyway, random anecdote. Oma's roommate is crazy.

And so this is yet another random journal of nothing in particular, 'cause that's what my life is like at the moment, and I should be doing more interesting things, but I don't know what those should be, and I should also be commenting more on other people's writings, but I'm not doing that either, and for that I have no excuse, ah well. Regardless. Blah blah blah blah.

Blaaaaah.....

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ferrets's picture

i as well...

only very rarley have to do a load of light laundry :)

"A loving man and woman in a committed relationship can marry. Dogs, no matter what their relationship, are not allowed to marry. How should society treat gays and lesbians in committed relationships? As dogs or as humans?"

elph's picture

Hmmm...

Am I thinking this correctly... so many potential explanations :)

I believe you're beginning to master the art of cryptic allusion!