Well, last week was spent in frantic preparation for the Apocalypse and Rapture – that's why I didn't update. Given the fact that I am here, writing this, and you are on the other end of the Internet, reading this, the Apocalypse quite obviously didn't happen. I am crushed with disappointment. The stories in the Weekly World News (purveyors of fine journalistic pieces that are always completely true) had given me hope. "Angels Spotted In The Holy Land!" they screamed "Angel twists rapist's head off!!!". I had no doubt where our place in this would be: fucking like rabbits in a hotel room while we waited for the kingdom of God to reject us.
But that was in another country, and besides, I'm in a punk band.
I celebrated Christmas, of course. I like the tree, the gift-exchange, the lights and the food. The rest of it gets in my way. My haul (with givers' names in parenthesis) included: a leather jacket, tiffany lamp in the shape of an angel, oil lamp, and flourescent black-light fixture (Dirk); a Chia herb set and a miniature greenhouse (Dirk's mother); a Bad Religion T-Shirt and a $30 gift certificate from Best Buy (Aaron); a Hello Kitty Christmas Ornament and Wallet (Amy); an odd gel candle with wax chunks floating in it that looked like orange slices and Toblerone candy (my aunt); a set of jojoba scented bath stuff (Cathy). I spent the holiday at Dirk's house, with his parents, helping Aaron set up this complex little Hotwheels car ramp thingie for his son. It was designed by Satan and Aaron can't read directions for shit. Dirk was sleeping because I'd kept him up ALL NIGHT LONG – not really. We just got into an argument Xmas eve and ended up sleeping on separate couches in my house until I woke up and went downstairs to find him asleep in front of Scooby Doo. He'd been watching Bullworth and it ended. I woke him up, we went to bed, and we didn't sleep well that night. The food at his house wasn't too poisonous, but I found out that the gravy involves blackberry wine. Why?
His parents are having problems paying their bills because they always run up huge credit card bills at Christmas time and his mother barely works (like, 7 hours a week, no shit). His father, meanwhile, is making slightly less money than Dirk is. They served Aaron and Dirk with their annual eviction notices last year, nevermind the fact that the rent those two pay is the only thing that's keeping their folks out of bankruptcy. It's never completely serious, but Dirk wants to get out of there anyway. We've got apartments lined up to be examined. I think we've already chosen our preferred complex, etc. It's just a matter of visiting the main office.
Or something. I'm not particularly impressed with this turn of events. His mother's been going completely bonkers for a while, so I expect his parents and their nearly-comatose to move to the Projects Apartments with all the crack dealers just as soon as their credit card company catches up with them.
My mother is not pleased with my plans to move in with Dirk. Remember, back in December, when she actually suggested it? Well, I brought that incident up during her tirade last night and she got in my face and accused me of lying. She also trotted out the old cliches, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free," etc. I've been finding this utterly hilarious since she didn't marry my father until I was three years old (she doesn't know that I know that). And she asked me if Dirk didn't think I was good enough for marriage. Schwa? Sometimes my mother's an utter fucking moron.
She also pointed out the fact that I haven't "traveled." By which she means that I haven't gone any further than Richmond without my family – I shot back that she'd made it damn near impossible when I was younger since she insisted that I travel with someone and that the someone had to be female. So we aren't speaking to each other. I don't think it helped when I told her that she could disapprove as much as she damn well pleased; I was moving in with him anyway.
In other news, Katie broke up with her boyfriend, which didn't come as a complete surprise to me. That's all I have to say on that. I talked to her on Thursday and she seems to be all right. She told me it was quite a shock to Chris, which I can easily imagine as well. It's not that I'm completely uncaring that Chris is probably very hurt, it's just that Katie comes first. She always has -- I don't think she'll ever date a guy who'll change that. If she's okay, that's all I'm worried about.
The latter hours of the last century were spent in unbridled extravagance. A hotel room, pink champagne on ice and brand new lingerie made for a memorable evening. We waited breathlessly for Y2K to destroy civilization as we knew it while we watched the millennium celebration coverage on CNN. When nothing untoward happened, we had a couple of celebretory sips of the "other" champagne we brought (which tasted much worse than the pink stuff) and slept. We could have gone to any of the other major celebrations, or even a wedding, but if the world was going to end we wanted to be getting drunk and fucking. Simple people, simple pleasures.
I took the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator today. I camp up as an INTP. I = Introversion, N = iNtuition, T = Thinking and P = Percieving. About 1% of all people are INTP's. Characteristics frequently associated with INTPs are as follows, "Quiet and reserved. Especially enjoy theoretical or scientific pursuits. Like solving problems with logic and analysis. Interested mainly in ideas, with little liking for parties or small talk. Tend to have sharply defined interests. Need careers where some strong interest can be used and useful."
Famous INTPs:
Socrates
Rene Descartes
Blaise Pascal
Sir Isaac Newton
James Madison
John Quincy Adams
John Tyler
Dwight D. Eisenhower
William Harvey (pioneer in human physiology)
C. G. Jung, (Freudian defector, author of "Psychological Types", &c.)
William James
Albert Einstein
Tom Foley (Speaker of the House--U.S. House of Representatives)
Henri Mancini
