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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|08:23 pm] |
well, its been a long-ass time since i've updated with an actual 'update' and not a quote. now, i'm not trying to phrase that like..."OH NO, THE INTERNET HAS MISSED ME SO MUCH, I JUST CAN'T LEAVE IT WONDERING AND QUESTIONING WHAT I THINK ABOUT ASININE THINGS!!?!?" i prefer the more cathartic approach of "hey, anyone wanna read this...no? okay, writing it anyway."
i'm looking at a picture of gregor [the gentleman from madagascar], and i swear to god, with the way that he is sitting, he is a dead ringer for darth vader.
still unemployed, still biding my time...i think 'biding my time' is an excellent way to sum things up, actually. and it doesn't really have that much to do with the job search. but speaking of, i'm aiming to have a job by the end of august at the very latest, and to begin seriously looking after clint's birthday shenanigans are over. the economy seems to be at least looking up, if not moving in that direction, which gives me a meager portion of hope. i try to be a fairly optimistic person, and even though i have multiple people telling me that it will all be in vain, i think i can pull something off. if not, i can at least try.
my sister got married! the wedding was a big hubbub, and a bunch of my father's side of the family flew in from east jesus nowhere. it was so wonderful seeing all of them again, i wish i could more often...but it almost makes it more special when we have these 2-3 year gaps in between visits. i get to meet them all over again. clint is convinced that my uncles all look like mafiosos, and...i wish i could disagree. i brought this up to my uncle bill, thinking it was funny, and his response was along the lines of "oh...haha...well, if he ever roughs you up [like clint ever would], you call me, i know some people." UHHHHHM. cool. but yes, clint came to the wedding, and i was absolutely thrilled to have him there.
after the rehearsal dinner, night before the wedding, my family all piled into the van/their cars/a u-haul and went down to see my dad's band playing at this place called 'the macadam bar and grille.' [i think, across the board, 'grilles' as opposed to 'grills' are desperately trying, and failing, at higher paying clientele. sorry, guys, if you're still serving beer nachos and chicken fingers, YOU'RE A BAR.] i was lamenting to my cousin, jack, that i had this nice, fancy-schmancy camera that needed a repair to function, something to the tune of $200, and jack replies with "okay, let's go find an atm. if you promise to send me pictures and let me know how you're doing, i'll pay to have your camera repaired." i tried to call him out on his bullshit, and then insisted we talk about it in the morning because surely he was not of sound mind, but i failed; we found an atm. thus, my camera is in the shop, waiting for my greedy little hands to pick it up [whenever they call me to say that it's done, that is.]. joy!
the downside of this whole thing...i took bridal photos for my sister, and proceeded to put them on the proverbial back-burner that is my list of responsibilities. now, out of guilt as she has been asking for them, i need to actually finish wading through them, editing selectively [not that i really do a whole lot of that anyway], and burning them to a cd. and ahhhh, the purpose for a livejournal entry reveals itself...PROCRASTINATION. hello, old friend.
speaking of...i received an e-mail the other day from an old ex-friend. the friendship ended in a very bloody way, with lots of attacking and digging the cat claws in as deep as they would go. i suppose the downside of getting close to people [we had been friends for nine years when this happened] is that they see where all of your weaknesses and insecurities are, and you run the risk of them being exploited. and ohhhhh she did. little lea didn't know it at the time, but she personally made it a lot harder for me to get that close to anyone again. clint has made it the farthest in, having battled his way through the briars of my defenses, but it was not for lack of extreme effort on his part. anyhow, the e-mail is essentially an apology, and i'm not sure how to respond to it. it kind of just ripped all of the wounds open again, and has been sitting in my inbox, lacking retribution. i'll sit on it for a bit more and figure out what to do.
clint and rob got bmx bikes, and have been fussing over them like busy little bees. i love when clint gets into something, because he tends to dive in, head first, and emerge an expert on ____. i think that i will try, as i've found this to be somewhat inspiring, to get out and ride my brother's bike around at night when i've nothing else to do. i would love to get more in shape than i am now ["not at all"], and i do love me some midnight bike rides. think i'll do that tonight, actually, if i get through the wedding photos. maybe this will be good for me, if it doesn't continue caterwauling into semi-destructive territory.
crazy never dies, bwahahaha. i will never be normal.
also, i just don't think that string bikinis look good on anyone. maybe i'm just old-fashioned.
clint's birthday is this weekend, and i'm pretty freakin' excited about it. jess and i have been buzzing around with party planning, coordination and all the details you could expect. we're feasting [!!] at a german restaurant and then heading to the after-party. drunken chaos? oh yes, please. there is much to do. |
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