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Aug. 30th, 2001
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
Aug. 30th, 2001 11:40 pmOkay, that's kind of a lie. Because my bags aren't packed yet. But Peter Paul and Mary are echoing through my mind anyway, and they don't know I haven't packed...
I have to be up at 4am to get to the airport at 5am for a 6am flight. I will be in Rhode Island at 9:31am, if all goes according to schedule. I need an ATM. I have no cash.
Sometimes arguing is worth it if you manage to secure that sort of understanding and progress that can come out of it. Sometimes feeling icky is necessary. Sometimes it's better to let things be 'okay' instead of letting them bring you down, but sometimes you have to say that 'okay' isn't true. Life is such a peculiar balancing act. It's a lot more stable to walk barefoot and real.
I'm going to try to keep up with LJ while I'm gone. My grandfather, of all things, has internet access (hee hee!) that he never uses, and I will put it to use. Try not to spam me! My grandfather's computer is better than mine, and he only uses it to play solitaire. Not even Free Cell. Feh. I'll miss you guys. Get DSL soon, 'stina. :)
Last night, my father said something intended to be off the cuff and funny, and ended up being really hurtful. I'm not going to let that bother me. He doesn't know my life, he doesn't know where I am, and that's okay. My grandmother will likely remind me that I failed marriage because I am a boy. It will give her some sort of satisfaction to say these things. That's okay, too.
What is it about hearing the word 'beautiful' that makes me want to hide? What is it in you that makes you beckon, 'Please come out' in that voice? And what /was/ that crackling sound? ('You'd better stop tapping this phone, person, or Jude will come and kick your ass because she's /tough/!')
What does all this mean? What is this feeling? How can I be so close and so far at the same time?
I need sleep. All day with dad and the grandparents, then at night with Laurie and Donna. Saturday - no idea. Sunday I'll be the dutiful granddaughter and go to Catholic Mass and breakfast, then on the boat with Mom, then off to Boston for a night or two. Hoo's BBQ on Monday afternoon, and Baga will be there - yay! And I'll get to see how cute he and Mindy are. :) Back here on Tuesday. Back to reality.
...but only for a few days.
I have to be up at 4am to get to the airport at 5am for a 6am flight. I will be in Rhode Island at 9:31am, if all goes according to schedule. I need an ATM. I have no cash.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Sometimes arguing is worth it if you manage to secure that sort of understanding and progress that can come out of it. Sometimes feeling icky is necessary. Sometimes it's better to let things be 'okay' instead of letting them bring you down, but sometimes you have to say that 'okay' isn't true. Life is such a peculiar balancing act. It's a lot more stable to walk barefoot and real.
I'm going to try to keep up with LJ while I'm gone. My grandfather, of all things, has internet access (hee hee!) that he never uses, and I will put it to use. Try not to spam me! My grandfather's computer is better than mine, and he only uses it to play solitaire. Not even Free Cell. Feh. I'll miss you guys. Get DSL soon, 'stina. :)
Last night, my father said something intended to be off the cuff and funny, and ended up being really hurtful. I'm not going to let that bother me. He doesn't know my life, he doesn't know where I am, and that's okay. My grandmother will likely remind me that I failed marriage because I am a boy. It will give her some sort of satisfaction to say these things. That's okay, too.
What is it about hearing the word 'beautiful' that makes me want to hide? What is it in you that makes you beckon, 'Please come out' in that voice? And what /was/ that crackling sound? ('You'd better stop tapping this phone, person, or Jude will come and kick your ass because she's /tough/!')
At the vivarium
I never knew you well
You stayed within your shell
(and hid behind a rock)
We were all younger then
No telling gals from gents
An age of innocence.
In your aquarium
Why must you bite my leg?
Don't wanna lay your egg
(she hid behind a rock)
You're just like other men
Obsessed with measurements
Comparing anal vents!
She's a Turtle Girl
Cold-blooded queen of the swamp!
Even soft-shelled crabs get hard
Little turtle girl.
She's a turtle girl,
Long-legged talk of the tank.
She mates and then she kills -
Sexy turtle girl
Foxy turtle girl
Fertile turtle girl
What does all this mean? What is this feeling? How can I be so close and so far at the same time?
I need sleep. All day with dad and the grandparents, then at night with Laurie and Donna. Saturday - no idea. Sunday I'll be the dutiful granddaughter and go to Catholic Mass and breakfast, then on the boat with Mom, then off to Boston for a night or two. Hoo's BBQ on Monday afternoon, and Baga will be there - yay! And I'll get to see how cute he and Mindy are. :) Back here on Tuesday. Back to reality.
...but only for a few days.