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COOL NEWS: I bought us a cute bong.
First off, my grandpa had a heart attack. He should be alright, baring complications. It just stressed me out. And another friend of the family who I've known since I was little, Elizabeth Mindenhall, my mom's bosses' daughter who really helped us out last year during the arson crisis, just died. I'm kind of chill-accepting with it, but it's still been a depressing year, death wise.
So, SO fucking bored. Attempted to find Frank Lloyd Wright house, ended up on wrong Chicago. Again. Stop naming everything Chicago! fuck, I'll just try it tomorrow. My aunt's place is so small I can't even make a phone call or privatley do anything. It's sucking the life out of me a la Crime and Punishment. My aunt and I are grating on each other's nerves horribly-- home by 11, and I can't step into the building's hall to make a phone call without telling her, "just out of courtesy!" No tv, no music, no movies. Uncertain, warbly wireless, and I'm already read backlogged Savage Love 'till August.
Why didn't I forsee this? Why didn't I wait until Wednesday to come up, face the drive and all? I have nothing whatsoever to do, I am all Koonz-calling levels of desperation. And of course Jeremy is busy doing stuff, as by all rights he should be, lucky at-home with his friends bastard.
My family gets here Wednesday. I've never been so looking forward to anything in my life. And I realize exactly how sad that is. But there's Molly, and I can do things w/ Molly! I can't even find a decent coffee place. And I'm getting really, really sick. Slowly but surely. In one of the gastronomic capitals of the word, and don't want to eat out alone/don't trust my stomach to get down so much as a Jamba Juice. What I wouldn't give to watch a movie, dead silent, with the warm body of somebody cool.
My emoticon way emo.
First off, my grandpa had a heart attack. He should be alright, baring complications. It just stressed me out. And another friend of the family who I've known since I was little, Elizabeth Mindenhall, my mom's bosses' daughter who really helped us out last year during the arson crisis, just died. I'm kind of chill-accepting with it, but it's still been a depressing year, death wise.
So, SO fucking bored. Attempted to find Frank Lloyd Wright house, ended up on wrong Chicago. Again. Stop naming everything Chicago! fuck, I'll just try it tomorrow. My aunt's place is so small I can't even make a phone call or privatley do anything. It's sucking the life out of me a la Crime and Punishment. My aunt and I are grating on each other's nerves horribly-- home by 11, and I can't step into the building's hall to make a phone call without telling her, "just out of courtesy!" No tv, no music, no movies. Uncertain, warbly wireless, and I'm already read backlogged Savage Love 'till August.
Why didn't I forsee this? Why didn't I wait until Wednesday to come up, face the drive and all? I have nothing whatsoever to do, I am all Koonz-calling levels of desperation. And of course Jeremy is busy doing stuff, as by all rights he should be, lucky at-home with his friends bastard.
My family gets here Wednesday. I've never been so looking forward to anything in my life. And I realize exactly how sad that is. But there's Molly, and I can do things w/ Molly! I can't even find a decent coffee place. And I'm getting really, really sick. Slowly but surely. In one of the gastronomic capitals of the word, and don't want to eat out alone/don't trust my stomach to get down so much as a Jamba Juice. What I wouldn't give to watch a movie, dead silent, with the warm body of somebody cool.
My emoticon way emo.
