Welcome to My Life!
So, after all this talk, I'm finally gonna do it. I'm actually starting a commentary section. It's kinda scary baring your soul on the internet, but hey, what real harm could come of it? (Flashbacks of "The Net" pop into my head) Aw, comeon. That's not real... Well, keep in mind that this is a preliminary setting, and I will change it once I think of something more complicated to do. Enjoy my thoughts!
June 23, 2000
Notice I haven't written in a LOOONG time. This is because I now have a secret diary (shhh!) somewhere else on the internet, so I can not worry about being politically correct or offending people with the truth. You're not getting a link to it, either! Mwahaha. I suppose I'll delete this section sometime soon.
February 5, 2000
Let's just say I've had a terrible, horrible, no-good very bad week, including shelving TOO MANY picture books, and let's leave it at that.
January 29, 2000
I was involved in my first car accident today. I was going out to dinner with my mom, her friend, and her friend's daughter. We were discussing/arguing about books...I think...I don't really remember, when suddenly, I hear what sounds like snow crunching, and a split second later, their is a spot on the back of my head that is throbbing with pain. I didn't know what happened, I don't even know what I could've possibly hit my head on, all I know is that it hurt. I was in a dazed state of "What just happened?" when my mom's friend informed me that we had been rear-ended, and pretty damn hard. Can you believe that I was the only one in the car wearing a seat belt? Well, luckily no one involved was hurt. However, when I turned around to look behind us, who should step out of the car but my old Biology teacher! Small world, eh? But it wasn't her fault, the guy behind her crashed into HER brand new car, causing her to hit my mom's new car. My mom only suffered a busted fender, but Mrs. Holt's poor new Lincoln was completely smashed. Later, when the cops finally came by, it was discovered that the dude who's fault it was was actually DWI!! Can you imagine? But that's not the WORST part. He was in the process of driving his teenage daughter home! People are SUCH morons! However, his wife had come by and picked up the girl before the police even arrived, so they never found out. His car was completely lodged under my ex-teacher's car. It was NOT a pretty sight. Well, we're all fine. Hopefully, there will be so severe cases of whiplash, and also hopefully, my mom's fender is covered in our insurance.
Afterwards, we went to get Italian, and I had spiral pasta in alfredo sauce with broccoli. Yum!
December 23, 1999
So, I got my learner's permit today. It's not that big a deal, but everyone seems to think it is. My mom says she'll take me driving when the snow melts. Now, see, I live in Buffalo, New York. The snow doesn't melt until March! Wahh!
After eating lunch, I found myself at Katherine's house. (Well, my daddy drove me there, but you know what I mean.) Once there, I walked in on her creating a gingerbread...um...well, it wasn't a house. It was her...uh..."vision". An insane asylum where Santa was on the roof being eaten by 5 of his reindeer. There was a congregation of penguins on the front lawn. On the back wall, there was an anarchy symbol with the words "God save th queen" scrawled under it. (Yes, she forgot the "e".)
She's not really crazy. Honest. Her thoughts are just...original. I say she's an enigma. Look it up in the dictionary if you don't know what it means! What can I say? She's one of my very best friends, and I love her. I guess I'm just used to it, but also, I was sort of born being used to it.
After this "vision" was created, Katherine and I watched a movie from the 70's called "Wicker Man". Goodness it was interesting. I, being liberal, got a huge kick out of the way it challenged the whole conformity of Christianity. I was just sitting there laughing at the guy, I guess he was the hero. Katherine was mourning the fact that all of those animals had to die just cuz a 40-year-old virgin/fool was being sacrificed. See the movie, you'll understand.
Alright, after this movie, Katherine, the ever-willing chef, cooked me up some cinnamon pancakes and then we were sort of forced to watch her would-be director of a brother's "film". He made a documentary of the creation of the gingerbread "vision". Well, it got interesting when we decided to fast forward through most of it. Sorry, Katherine, but your dad was right when he said it was like "the cooking show from hell".
Argh, I'd better wrap this up now, (look how long it is anyway!) my brother and his sweetie wanna watch a movie down here in the basement, and I feel like I'm intruding. More later! Ja!