I can't believe I don't have Internet access and can't type up an entry- I've still got stuff left to talk about!
Like the Starr report (I'm still reading it. Heck, it's coming along on vacation)- there are a few quotes that I'd just looove to share with y'all!
Quotes added in for this entry:
"In some ways I hope I never hear from him again because he'll just lead me on because he doesn't have the balls to tell me the truth." -MonicaThe first three sound like me, the last one just cracks me up! Okay, back to the previously written:"I don't want to have to work for this position . . . I just want it to be given to me." -Monica
"You're in love, that's what your problem is." -Vernon Jordan
"Whitman is so rich that one must read him like one tastes a fine wine or good cigar--take it in, roll it in your mouth, and savor it!" -Monica
And in the paper this morning there was a article on children's backpacks being too heavy. They go on and on about that- but really, what are the kids supposed to do? The schools hand out these huge heavy textbooks (why can't they use paperback?), insist that we use heavy binders, and that we bring all our books and papers every day, whether we'll use them or not. We have no choice in the matter, especially with the fads of taking away lockers (sure, they try to do the two-sets-of-books thing, but the binders remain- plus now you have to carry your coat, lunch, and heavy class projects and instuments all day. Gee, thanks.) & heavy amounts of bookwork for home. They were then saying that kids shouldn't carry more than 10 pounds (what are they supposed to do then?). Incidentally, after reading this I weighed my packed backpack for the trip. 17 pounds. And I've hauled heavier. It's kinda bad now though.
And I would love to discuss today's Breakup Girl, as there were many letters I want to mention. One in particular about a happily single 30-year-old who is being nagged to want a man and kids, but she doesn't want 'em. I felt bummed when I read this:
Again, added in today:
"Don't hate me, but I wouldn't get them off my back. I mean, I couldn't. That is: you can't. They are not going anywhere. You are not going to convince them of anything. They do/will not believe you. Mainly because much of this is not about you.Back to normal:About your parents. In this matter, they are being ... parents. Which means they are worrying about their child and praying for -- even enforcing, in their own addled way -- her happiness. That is, their "I'm cold, put on a sweater" idea of her happiness. They are being as much Parents as you are being Cool Independent Single Woman. You are all just doing your jobs.
Oh, and also, THEY WANT GRANDCHILDREN. That biological grandfather clock is going BONG-BONG, bigtime.
As for the others, well, remember: people march up to pregnant women and tell them what to eat. Why should it be any different for -- God forbid -- non-pregnant women? They, too, are just trying to "help."
This suuuuuuucks, but you're going to have to smile and turn the other -- I'm sure very beautiful -- cheek. If you 're as badass and secure and sure as you say you are, are it actually shouldn't be all that difficult."
I wonder what would happen if someday in the future (in my relatives' terms, 2 years, probably), when Auntie Dolores starts nagging me, I just threw a collossal fit and started crying about how I need a man and want twelve babies & was dying to be married, etc, etc. -what would they do then, I wonder? I've noticed with them that if you state what they're thinking about you, it just shuts them up. Like when they asked if I had a date for Valentines and I said, "No, I'm a pathetic loser and nobody wants me," or something like that. Got 'em off my back.
Okay, okay . . . this is a travel diary, time to record the travel stuff. Well, not much of that so far. Yesterday morning Mom goes to me, "I woke up and thought that if we died in a plane crash, I would be so embarrassed if people came into the house and saw the mess." Therefore she spent the day flipping out and cleaning. And she was, well, kinda cranky and snappish. (You're suprised?) She was quite upset that I'd packed early and was lounging 'round reading. That's pretty much what I did today too!
Dad went out to lunch with Ron- he didn't mention a word about Laurie. Not a good sign, we think. Although he's claiming that they're going have a barbecue sometime. Uh-huh.
Not really much to tell yet- we're now at the hotel, about five minutes from the airport. Our hotel is REALLY nice! We've got a spacious living room, kitchen, bathroom- why can't college be this nice? I could live here for awhile. I had Mom take pictures. Outside is pretty too- I wish we were staying here longer so I could go swimming and eat in their restaurant. Mom and I are gonna walk around the joint in a bit.
Tomorrow the shuttle leaves at 6:15- we have to be there 2 hours before takeoff- which makes no sense to me. Since we have a living room and all, I'm thinking of just staying up all night and not bothering to sleep for the three hours little Ms. Imsomniac is likely to get.
(Groan) Never mind getting to look around- Daddy won't let us out alone at night. Grrrrr. And then they want up at 5 a.m. Grrrr, part 2. (Sigh) Oh well, gotta go wash my hair (NOT doing a shower that early). See you in Hawaii!!!
11:43: One more comment I'd like to make- Mom is obsessing about how I'm still up. "I can't fall asleep until you fall asleep." "Then you're gonna be up all night." My going to bed now will only result in a bout of thrashing around for hours anyway. And she keeeps reminding me how she wants to get up and DO things in Hawaii- "I don't intend to sleep." I said, "At all?"
Entry written September 14, 1998 and retyped on the 25th.