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after reading the hours earlier this year, i copied this quote from it: "Yes, clarissa thinks, it's time for the day to be over. We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more." i like sundays. they're fun and bring me hope. at least the last two sundays have. i tanned and shopped with sarah today. i don't think i got much of a tan. but it was still enjoyable. sarah convinced me to buy this red skirt. i don't ever wear skirts. so i don't know if it was a smart buy. i convinced her to buy this hat. but lyle and the smoocher kept calling her "a lampshade" and "gilligan." but i swear she looks cute in it! sarah started talking about her celebrity crush on ashton kutcher, which started the smoocher on his celebrity crush on demi moore. so i brought up how i LOVE dax, from punk'd. and the smoocher (because he LOVES cutting down on everything i love) said dax was goofy. which prompted sarah to say that the smoocher looks like dax. i think i'm officially over my celebrity crush now. i made this cool painting/collage for my brothers house. when i had first made it (last year) everyone threatened to put it in the bathroom. but i finally stuck all these cool pictures of all the guys on there. now they're all fighting over who's room it will go in. for now it's in the living room. to make lyle feel better, i told him i'll make one of him and the guys in it next year. one of the baby twins took his first step today. i wasn't there for it, because i was tanning. but i made a bet with my brother that the other twin would be the first one to walk. so i lost 10 dollars. i can't wait till they're 20 and we can tell them we betted on them. my mom told my brother to try to convince me not to move. except she told me moving was a great idea. instead of my brother trying to convince me not to move, he just told me that my mom asked him to do that. but it's all a big secret, and i can't tell her i know. it's just weird of my mom not to bring it up to me. she tends to be critical. i think she knows i'll just get pissed and walk off. i think this is the longest entry i have written in awhile. i have some more unimportant things to discuss, like monopoly money i stole, but fuck it... this entry is done. |
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