"Love is shit, Magen. You think it is real one minute, and then it is gone, and maybe it was never real. Love is just shit." Amelia, Warp AngelI'll get to the point of this in a while. But first, some other stuff:
Last night I got dragged out to dinner with my parents and Auntie Dolores and Uncle Bruce at Emil Villa's. I hate going to Emil Villa's for the same reason that I hate going to Lucky's- I keep running into people I know that I don't want to see. Two of the popular chicks from Mental Hell work there, and I just feel so nerdy when I come in there with my parents on a Friday night. Ick.
Anyway, my aunt and uncle were yapping about the Wedding From Hell. Apparently Laurie's family is hogging up space at the rehearsal dinner- to the extent that only Dolores, Bruce, Ron, and Tammy (Les wasn't mentioned) on our side can go. And apparently my grandma wanted to go and is pissy about it. (She's staying at our place for two weeks, so she's here for the wedding on April 18th and my birthday on the 24th.) Dolores also seemed mad that all of Laurie's brothers were going to be in the ceremony (2 groomsmen, 1 doing a reading, 1's kid is the ringbearer). Hey, I think it's an improvement from the last time they were engaged, when she insisted all 4 should be groomsmen (no, Ron didn't get to pick his own. As Uncle Bruce said, "That was part of the problem last time.") Auntie D. is also annoyed that Janelle ("remember her?" Who does?) isn't coming due to work. Will anyone even miss her should be the real question, I guess.
Which reminds me- my mom showed me the questionnaire that she had to fill out on Ron and Laurie at her bridal shower. It had adorable questions like what kind of underwear they wear (I really did not want to know that), where did Ron propose ("Which time?" I said. Mom got annoyed at that one, and Dad said, "Hey, she's got a point there."), what their hobbies are (him: flying, her: shopping . . . gee, see a conflict there?). Oh, and I just loved the bonus question: "Aren't they a cute couple?" Oh, puh-leeze. A disaster waiting to happen does not a "cute couple" make. Then again, never having been part of a "cute couple", how would I know?
I had a chat with Mom about all that crap going on with The Moron. I eventually decided to send him an e-mail (something I know he'll get on his own). He doesn't have Internet access anymore, but he has a hotmail account he checks . . . about every month or two. So I don't know when he'll pick it up, or even if he'll respond to it . . . but anyway, here's a copy of what I'm going to send him when I get through doing the page. It's a lot nicer than I wanted to send (since I'm horrendously p.o'ed).
When I was coming home from spring break, I left a message for you on the 25th to let you know I would be around. I never heard from you- I don't think I've heard from you in ages. Are you mad at me, sick of being my friend, (I thought I'd emphasize the word friend, since he seems to have a problem with us being more) or what? If you don't want to talk to me, let me know and I won't bother you again.
Text last updated: March 31, 1998. House supplied by Graphic Station, heart row supplied by Lorraine's Animation Creations
E-mail me at gr3ruth@pacbell.net (until Friday, anyway).
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