not even gonna get literal on this one.

name excised to avoid trouble(6:37:50 PM): boys suck







(edited: hey. i changed the subject and it didn't save my changes. Bastards!
I wanted to say, read the comments, because they're funny. I'm funny when I'm so motherfucking tired that I'm trying to work out ways to use the word "motherfucking" in a sentence, because I never use that word. I have another word I need to use soon but I'm gonna save it for later. Yep, I'm tired. Sleepy. Yup. I should be in bed. But. Yes. Read the comments. Hee. I'm insane.)

yawn...

it's actually been a good day despite the fact that a disproportionate amount of it was spent in writing epic emails, and then catching up on the rest of my emails.
but my little sister Fiona came up to visit-- wanted to borrow my digital camera, because she's going with a school trip of some kind to Louisiana next week, i don't get why, but she's being required by them to get loads and loads of pictures, and they want them in digital form. So, I loaned her my camera, after stressing to her how important it was to me to get it back, and soon-- despite what most of you think I use it for, I am actually using it for a project...
She told me all about her awful love life and how horrible her friends were, and I gave her my horrible stories, and then stopped, and stared at her, and was like holy damn, you are a sick sick motherfucker and your life is way worse than mine. So I gave her tragic love advice (you can't call it anything else. Her friends treat her bad. Especially the one she sleeps with. Dude, what a prick. I'd kill him but it's not worth the jailtime. Still and all, it's for a sister (and the cutest sister ever, thoughthis one's pretty cute too, and how can you resist this?) oof i'm lost in my parenthetical wilderness...)
And then we went to the mall and I got a red hooded sweatshirt that zips up the front alll the way, for $15, and it's fuzzy, and warm, and nice! So i'm psyched.
And Fiona got one that matches! So happy.
Aw. I was just gonna go and take a picture of it to show you all because it's so cute. But. No. Denied. Aw. I should email fiona and tell HER to take a picture of it, and email it to me. Hee.
So.
The upshot of the day is that i no longer feel so tragic and misunderstood, but I feel somewhat perfectly normal and human again.
That's what sisters are for. They're not like friends, who you have to sometimes be nice to so that they'll like you, and who you usually end up encouraging to mutual levels of histrionics when there's a problem. And you don't have to fight to get to tell your tragic story while they want to tell theirs. No. Sisters operate on a different time scale. You have your entire LIVES to get around to telling your tragic story, and eventually they HAVE to listen. Sisters don't have to be nice so you'll like them. They hate you and love you more than anyone else in the world. They came from the same place as you so they usually know what you're talking about even when you don't make sense. They have at once the most destructive knowledge of you and the most constructive understanding.
Most of all, an afternoon spent with one of them can remind you of just how ordinary, typical, human, unique, and treasured you really are.

Darius just came in for a moment. He says it's a shame he missed Fiona. She doesn't read this, though. So I'll IM her and tell her.
He's been playing guitar for a while, like an hour. Very pretty. He never can get the interval right on the high guitar solo part for Layla, though. He never gets that far... short attention span? But he's got the intro to Susie Q,, he says, and this is what matters. I don't know the song, although he just sang the intro to me. Not ringing a bell.
Ah well.
Wisely, I seek Audiogalaxy. tum tum te dum... it's downloading. So soon he won't sound so crazy as he keeps whistling, interspersed with heavily accented refrains of "aw suzay cyoo-oo"... in fact, that might be caterwauling.
We should seek food.
That would be nice.

yes. later, y'all.