it started off great - walking outside to get mail and what other do I see but brice/zach-o being put to manual labour, sweeping up the remains of fireworks from the previous night ( it was the fourth of july, oh ... yeah... *shrugs* ) I giggled to myself, yes I giggled - giggled like the little would-be school boy that I am.
Most of the time I played myth2 / ww2 - with kurtis and michael being my rivals ... cristin, however, is no rival in-as-much as someone who gets lucky with a grenade sometimes. I look forward to more fresh meat, I need to get more people over to play the game - and become proficient with it. yum.
towards the end of the day I did the dishes / cleaned the house ( i still have to get around to doing the laundry )
tomorrow i'll probably clean up my room / if not get dragged out of the house through some wonderful event unknown of.
I read The Stranger once again. or at least I read the first part. the second part I will do tonight. the second part always gets me sort of raouled up. It bothers me, it does. I want my father to read the book. He's going through some tough times at work, so I'm not really bothering him that much about it. He came home today telling my mother :
it's sad really - maybe he's getting ready to snap? all of the males on my father's side have all snapped. they all were alcoholics, all suicidal... schizophrenic... you name it > they were probably it. I seriously don't think things are as bad as he allows himself to believe them to be. I guess that's how we all are, to some extent. I believe it's because of television - we're all ready for "the big shibang" where Donny tells Krista that he shot his mother and father and that the child she is bearing really isn't even his - but rather his brother's because they had drugged her up and then he let his brother have sex with her while he wore a mask which actually looked like Donny. And then Krista tells Donny that she doesn't love him, but rather she knew it was Philbert ( Donny's brother ) behind a mask and willingly wanted to fuck his brains out and bear his child. This of course enrages Donny and he kills Krista and then fleeds the state with his brother Philbert hot on his trail - because Philbert came home that day to find a bloody messy Krista. You see? This is what we expect. That is not life. That is drama.
anywho.
I read the first page/chapter of Breakfast of Champions - classic Vonnegut'ish humor.
An odd thing is that I havent been getting any mail in the mail lately. It really bothers me because I've sent out so many letters that I've not getten any back... Almost aggrivating really. You expect replies. Oh well. Maybe they all moved or something. Go figure. Life is funny that way. Well - nothing else to do - I might as well go into some Yahoo chat room now-then.
oh cool, i just got emailed from an old friend.
awesome.
FLOOSH.
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