I'm sort of drifting in a comfortable anti-histamine haze while I'm typing this. I usually don't take my allergy medicine even when I desperately need it, and this is why. Had I been thinking this morning, as opposed to reacting to my constant sneezing and urges to claw out my itchy eyes, I would have remembered not to take the stuff. This stuff makes me emotionless and sleepy. I fell asleep five times during morning session today and I didn't care if my supervisor got pissed off.
Thanks for the anal sex writings in my guestbook. Really. But you can stop now, because the only reason I put up that request was because I was hormonal. God was I ever hormonal. My period was three weeks late and I was taking pills to bring it on (because I was drinking water like a motherfucker and every single glass was staying with me and making me not fit my clothes), which made me all pissy and weird last week. It also meant that I got my period at a very unexpected/inopportune time. At the beginning of band practice, to be precise. Talk about unprepared. We won't go into details.
I don't want to talk about what happened to me this week-end. Nothing bad happened, but it wasn't particularly interesting, either. I mean, every week-end I go out to dinner with Dirk, go to band practice, and waste time. Every single one. The highlight was going to the studio where we'll be recording at the end of this month – it's utterly gorgeous. Rancid recorded there, SWV (Sisters With Voices), Shai, New Edition, The Meatmen....had I the time, I would have made a list, but there you go. Anyway, the place looked fabulous. We've also got a show at the end of February with the Spitfires (?). Aaron's handling that one so I'm not 100% on the details. I'll let you know more when I learn more.
We found out that the Ghouls aren't keen on having us play at any show they play at because they thought we showed them up. I mean, granted, we did. But that's pretty lousy of them. Unsportsman-like. The guy who's producing our album did theirs and he told us that they were a bunch of untalented hacks. At any rate, their guitarist (when last we spoke with them) hadn't bothered to change his guitar strings in a year. They were solid rust. I couldn't tell you how talented they are because I was waiting out by the car when they were playing.
I have something new and horrifying to tell you.
My mother comes from the lovely country of the Philippines. She's the second oldest of 7 brothers and sisters – they lived on a huge farm/swamp/seashore thing until she was 18 or so. After my Lola (grandmother) had given birth to her sixth child, she started having miscarriages (apparently when my mother was quite young). My mother distinctly remembers being on the beach and hearing her mother's screams when she was miscarrying. She also has (grim) memories of taking the blood-stained bedding to the beach and trying to wash it.
That's not the horrifying part. My Lola kept two of the fetuses she miscarried in jars of alcohol on a shelf in her bedroom. Two almost-children. In a jar. Staring down from a shelf. Apparently, she kept the most-developed ones. I don't know why. My mother, when I questioned her, thought this was perfectly normal behavior. The only reason my grandmother didn't bring them with her when she moved to the United States was because she thought customs might give her a hard time. My mother doesn't know what Lola did with the fetuses in lieu of bringing them with her. I'm hoping she buried them, jars and all. I'm hoping that she didn't compound the gruesomeness of this by just dumping the contents out on the ground or something else......I dare not even write it.
The other puzzle is the fact that my grandparents were still having sex with their two almost-children staring down at them. My youngest aunt was born while they were still living in the Philippines. I don't know, but two fetuses on a shelf in the same room would put a real big damper on any urges I might have to procreate.
Maybe it's something a lot of people over there do when they miscarry, I don't know. I was just utterly horrified.
