Monday, July 04, 2005
My mother is cursing in the kitchen because the woman who she befriends with astringent sincerity is coming to our house to cook hotdogs for her kids, which is just an attempt to hoard her unwelcomed presence on top of my mother's throbbing head.
My mother yells, "We are going to sit outside with all of the MOSQUITOES!"
A sneaky attempt to rid of them quicker, and painfully. I am hoping to receive a phone call to whisk me away immediately.
We are terrible people.
III was going to come here, and say something along the lines of ,,,
how unexpected it has been these past months to talk with people who were once merely familiar faces in a school hallway, and to hear that they too took your presence into consideration (and you don't feel so foolish to pack away their faces into the back of your mind waiting to be re-surfaced during these exact moments of unlikely meetings) and that they always thought you were "reallll nice". And some of these people who I have met, who have usually become a persistent sighting at the end of the week, have become a sort of comfort zone, while others make me nervous as hell. There is this one familiarity that I have gained, and I find his presence to be a complete surprise. He has even entered my humble abode, and smillleed at my parents. SMILED (how dare he!). And it is this sort of presence that scares me in that nervous sort of way. How ridiculous! How foolish! Especially at the fact that I'm amazed at meeting these people. After all, they are just PEOPLE, like you and me, and quite possibly the guy with the archaic grunting and musty scent found at the back of the bus. Usually I wouldn't dwell, or bother to elicit such accounts in this damned blog, but some of these gained friendships are worth mentioning, as they have become nice additions to summer spending, while others, or specifically a certain one, will most likely become a destructible force just waiting to implode in the pits of our stomachs. AFKASJKABOOM!.
On another note,
My mother needs a stiff drink. STAT!
My mother yells, "We are going to sit outside with all of the MOSQUITOES!"
A sneaky attempt to rid of them quicker, and painfully. I am hoping to receive a phone call to whisk me away immediately.
We are terrible people.
III was going to come here, and say something along the lines of ,,,
how unexpected it has been these past months to talk with people who were once merely familiar faces in a school hallway, and to hear that they too took your presence into consideration (and you don't feel so foolish to pack away their faces into the back of your mind waiting to be re-surfaced during these exact moments of unlikely meetings) and that they always thought you were "reallll nice". And some of these people who I have met, who have usually become a persistent sighting at the end of the week, have become a sort of comfort zone, while others make me nervous as hell. There is this one familiarity that I have gained, and I find his presence to be a complete surprise. He has even entered my humble abode, and smillleed at my parents. SMILED (how dare he!). And it is this sort of presence that scares me in that nervous sort of way. How ridiculous! How foolish! Especially at the fact that I'm amazed at meeting these people. After all, they are just PEOPLE, like you and me, and quite possibly the guy with the archaic grunting and musty scent found at the back of the bus. Usually I wouldn't dwell, or bother to elicit such accounts in this damned blog, but some of these gained friendships are worth mentioning, as they have become nice additions to summer spending, while others, or specifically a certain one, will most likely become a destructible force just waiting to implode in the pits of our stomachs. AFKASJKABOOM!.
On another note,
My mother needs a stiff drink. STAT!
