"Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference."-Libbie FudimWell, Yemmy's birthday was yesterday, and we got her a cake and card. However, I was not there when they did it, because I had to go to class. The whole morning they were all talking about giving her the stuff around 1 (when I have class), going to the movies at 2 . . . gee, thanks, y'all. I HATE having class on Friday afternoon- until 5! And of course today of all days my teacher decided that we should get a REALLY long in-class assignment that took the entire class.
As it turned out, they didn't go to the movies, but went different ways. Annie went to the mall, Taquoa and Ami went on for hours wondering what they were going to do (they didn't dance after all- went to a guy's house), I painted (my homework), Patricia left. Oh, and did I mention this morning they were to Annie, "We hoped you'd come back early so we could have taken you with us." And I was sitting there the whole time. Gee, THANKS, y'all. And today they all went to the movies together. Not a word to me about it. Yes, I am feeling whiny and left out, whyever do you ask?
Later on, Yemmy's family came to visit her, plus a lot of her friends came over, and we had a big ol' impromptu party. Which was interesting- made a dull night better anyway. Annie came back and joined the party, later watched Dead Poets Society.
I pissed Anna off recently- from what I heard she didn't like a card I sent her. (The card or the content, you ask? Both. I'm not going to get into the content here 'cause she would NOT appreciate that, I will just say that Demma confirmed something I had already suspected and we'll leave it at that.) She seemed to think the picture was of people having sex or something (they were NOT. Geez, dirty mind there? ;). I STILL haven't gotten the wedding invitation. And Demma left for the weekend. Right now I'm feeling like "nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms ..."
My mom called last night and said "Maybe they're not having it," and "If they're not, then you're coming to San Francisco with us and Linda."
I forgot to mention that my mom's cousin Linda is coming to visit next Wednesday (for a week I think). She's a nice chick, but screwed up as hell. I've lost track of all the diseases she's got, both mental and physical. On a scale of 1 -10 on the screwed-up charts, she's a 9.75 and makes MY friends look normal. My mom's kinda mad that I won't be home to entertain her (all she does is watch Days of our Lives and eat), leaving it to Dad (who will probably sulk). Anyway, the plight of any Bay Area resident when relatives (usually from "back East") come to visit is that they MUST haul them to S.F.
"Is that the Transamerica Building?"
"Yes."
"Is that Coit Tower?"
"Yes."
"Can we go down Lombard Street?"
"Fine."
Frankly, my dear, it gets kinda old after a while. And if the reception is off, then that's what I'll be doing in a week.
One more thing I'll mention: I think I am getting over The Moron (as everyone reads that y'all are probably screaming, "YES! FINALLY! TOOK YA LONG ENOUGH!"). I kinda realized this while I was watching a certain video (I won't mention which) on MTV, and a guy in the band bore a certain resemblance to The Moron (hair, skin, chin anyway). Only this didn't flip me out or make me go, "Ahhhh" or hit any emotional buttons of lust. Nothing. Which is a good thing, right? Moving on (to what, though? Nothing) and all that.
The weird thing is that I missed those feelings! They messed me up to hell, but I missed them. Insane of me, I know. Nothingness just isn't as much fun. I have to remind myself that 90something percent of that was NOT fun (towards the end anyway). Anyway, I'm off to sulk while the rest of them go out!
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