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Health Update #338890

UPDATE: After roughly 4 days of hell, I have now progressed onto the evil cough of death stage and am thoroughly annoyed. Echinacea fucking failed me, and I am not happy.

However, watching Wimbledon with Faith and Eileen last night made me very happy, despite Kirsten Dunst. I called my tennis-thumper mother to gloat about it, as well as recommend it to her because she pays no mind to art or film and I know she would be interested, and what do I find? In a moment of extremely poor judgement, she has decided to leave my brother home alone all weekend while she goes off on a "Girl Weekend" to get drunk with her friends. Thumbs up, high five, way to be a moron. However, because I am a cynical asshole, I'm really kind of interested to see what her response will be when she comes home to either a festering mass of rotten food, smelly clothes, and bacteria colonies so large they are lobbying for their own minority statuses, or a crater. The boy is his own hurricane. I promise you, not an inch of the floor will be visible, the air will be so foul it could gag a maggot, and he will be locked permanently in front of his videogames, unshowered and reeking, surrounded by the remains of what once might have been food. This is all, of course, assuming that he doesn't try to cook anything. That, is a disaster in and of itself. Toxic waste, Noxious fumes, Corrosive Runnoff, Forest fires, you name it. Those are his signature dishes. Either way, when she comes home she'll see the error of her ways, and will, inevitably go ape shit. This brief rant being concluded, I congratulate you, Mom. For your complete and total lack of foresight and common sense.

Got my Kid Koala CD yesterday. Well, one of them, the Carpal Tunnel album. It's so incredibly amusing. I want to know where he finds all of his sound clips. I think I'm going to have to get someone to pirate me some Fruity Loops or Acid Pro or something so I can get back into the swing of making my own crazy electronic music. So much stuff I gotta do yet, I still haven't bought Shanes birthday present and I'm pretty sure his birthday passed. Either that or it's today, but for some reason the 17th rings in my head. I need to write it down. I know Matt's is coming up too... but I dont know what the hell I'm going to buy that bastard. I have a few ideas. I miss that kid like whoa. Maybe it's just because I'm really kind of lonely over-all in the male department, but it really doesn't help that the one I want is 8 hours away in fucking Ellsworth, South Dakota. I don't even know how long he's out there for. Last time he was online he took my number though, promised he'd give me a call soon. We'll see.

Speaking of things I have to do, homework would be one of them. Y'know, with me being in school and everything. I sometimes marvel at myself and my seemingly endless well of really good luck. Not only did I miss two pop quizzes this week due to illness - which is legit, both of my teachers are going to drop and just average out the rest of my quizzes over the semester. My mind reels though, when I think of all the excuses I've made up, all the assignments I've turned in late, all the assignments that I just never did and still by some act of God get A's and B's. How, I ask you? I'm not complaining by any means. Maybe it's because I have, in fact, just perfected the art of slacking. Who knows. However, unfortunately even the best of us has to do some work because, unfortunately, there is a correlation between turning in homework and getting a decent grade. That being said, it's fucking beautiful outside, and whenever I decide to get off my ass and get dressed, that's where I'll be. Basking in the sun and bitching about excursions, reading about the weather, and about stupid white men in the south. It's going to rock. so. hard.


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Sep. 21st, 2004 10:53 am (UTC)
The 'Reality' of rant #1
1) I knew about the movie and was intending on seeing it, before my art-savvy daughter recommended it.
2) It was not supposed to be the whole weekend, your father was supposed to be home Saturday night. He didn't in fact return home until Sunday tho...
3) Although me and my friends do drink, no one got drunk! And we do a lot more than drink...we shopped, hiked in state parks, played tennis, rode bikes and went to the packer game.
4) Upon my return, the house was in much the shape that is was when I left. Although, there may have been an empty plate and glass downstairs by the tv and computer. But then that bad habit doesn't belong only to your brother...I cleaned up a coffee/latte cup and a couple of pop cans the week after we took you to school, and there's still the matter of some crab legs you couldn't be troubled to throw away.
5) Thanks loads for thinking so highly of me.
Sep. 21st, 2004 10:58 am (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
Hey, Mom....

Stop Reading My Livejournal.

and if really can't grab ahold of that concept... take it for what it is... HUMOR!
Sep. 21st, 2004 03:53 pm (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
There was no indication that it truly was humor, throw in an emoticon or something to give the reader a clue. Especially in your field you need to consider the power of the written word. I don't like the way you portray me in this journal...other readers can draw all kinds of false conclusions.
I love you, I enjoy keeping up with what you're doing and thinking although I must confess I don't always like your language/vocabulary. Your journal is public...I'm a member of that class of people, even if I am your mom.
Sep. 22nd, 2004 10:21 am (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
Mother, no. I am not going to censor myself or alter my writing style in my journal. I know the power of the written word and I also know the power of interpretation and your own personal bias and being defensive and wanting to explain yourself. Either way, it's not as though a radically broad audience finds themselves routinely coming to check up on the daily life of yours truly.

Also, I would much prefer you talk to me or ask me what I'm doing instead of following along in here. It's sneaky and for you to be doing it is just stalker-like and creepy, in my personal opinion.

And just because it's public, doesn't mean you should argue the "right" to view it. I have asked you not to multiple times and maybe you need to consider aquiescing to that request out of courtesy. I would very much so prefer if you'd break this little habit of yours.This is my place to spill, and let it all out without fear of judgement when I release my thought and I really don't want to get lectured about either my language and/or the content.
Sep. 23rd, 2004 07:35 am (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
Hehe this is SO not my place, but that's so cute! My sister commented on my lj once.

My mate's dad read his lj and got into heaps of trouble over it, it's kinda sly, like picking up the extention to listen to conversations between your kid and their bf/gf. You could get away with it and learn heaps of shit but you really shouldn't.

- cal
Sep. 23rd, 2004 11:53 am (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
Thank you, Cal. =] I concur.
Sep. 24th, 2004 06:51 am (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
Fine, I won't read your journal anymore and I hope that you in turn will at least think about the word pictures you paint about us. We don't deserve this.
Sep. 24th, 2004 09:02 am (UTC)
Re: The 'Reality' of rant #1
Don't deserve what? It's not like I go out with the intention of ruining your reputation. It's not like the soul reason I have this is to tear down my family. You focus on all the wrong things and you need to understand that a rant is a rant. Not something to derive true feelings off of, a rant is a response to a moment, quick off the top response. So calm down, take a breath, and stop being so ridiculously sensitive.
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