"99% of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion." Thornton WilderWell, bet y'all (all six of you who read this) are wondering why I didn't post this week. Well, it's for the lamest of excuses- I was in a good mood and just didn't feel like it.
I know it sounds inane, but think about it: When you're happy, or content, or whatever, do you feel real articulate? No, you're just kinda smiley and giddy, right? Versus when you're cranky, then you just feel like whining and blabbing, and suddenly the articulation comes back! One person mentioned "is that picture at the top of your page of you", and I said yes- well, sorry, but when I'm in a good mood, I just didn't have much to say. Except that I had a feeling that the Seinfeld gang would wind up in jail. Anyway, lately I've been downloading a shitload o' pictures for the site (haven't put them on yet though), been trying to work on a fiction story, went to an English-major get-together (which was fun), and went home for the weekend.
As for the weekend, it started lovely and ended annoyingly. I got new clothes (good), and had relative problems (bad). Namely, my aunt came over and spent her time either whining about how she hates her job, or whining about Laurie and Ron. Namely, she's all pissy because Laurie won't do her dishes when she comes over (the second-worst faux pas of Wifedom, and she's already committed the worst one of not cooking). My mother (who claims to have been raised like this) said that she grew up being told it was impolite to do the chores at someone else's house. My aunt ignored this and said that "if Laurie's going to be in this family then she'd better do the dishes!!!" Oh, GAG me. (And as my mom told me later, Laurie won't do anything people tell her to do . . . yep, this is gonna be a bad marriage) I soooo don't want to have to listen to her Susie Homemaker shit, such as when she was going on about Laurie not cooking and being a housewife, and my mom was saying, "She was a single mother, she couldn't DO that!" Of course, my aunt ignored that. Again, GAG me.
And the evening ended by finding out that my grandpa was taken to the hospital today (four hours away from home), they thought he was on the verge of having a heart attack. But apparently (as we found out later) he hasn't yet- last I heard he was having a snack.
I have got to start studying for my French test (yes, ANOTHER one . . . damn, I'm sick of them). Who knows when I'll have free time again to get back to this- just bear with me.
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