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If I Write An Entry And Nobody Reads It, Did I Really Write It?
May. 30th, 2006 | 02:11 pm
Yesterday I went home due to my father's birthday being Saturday. I didn't go then because they weren't there, being located at one of the innumerable baptisms/birthdays/confirmations/piano recitals that Catholics with abso-fucking-massively huge families find themselves attending. My father had nine siblings. My mother had ten. My family is colossal; and I honestly don't know if that's a good thing. In some ways it is, in some ways it isn't. Like everything else, it's neither all one thing or all the other.
My summer life has settled into a more-or-less predictable routine supported by a near-constant intake of caffeine in various guises (cappucino, coffee, soda). I get up. I go to work. I come home from work. I read about 150-200 pages or so from whatever book I happen to be on. Sometimes less, sometimes more. I take my nightly constitutional, which lasts from forty minutes to an hour. I come back and scan the television in vain to find something that isn't a complete piece of shit. The only shows I can stand now are Wonder Showzen and The Venture Bros. I also find that MTV show Next quite entertaining, mostly because I'm quite struck by most of the (straight) men seem to be cut from the same prime slab of drooling beefcake, and most of the women are tanned so goddamn much they look like giant almonds and affect a permanent "I'm sassy!" demeanor. But I watch the show anyway.
I gotta go to The House On The Rock this summer. It's the best thing about this damn state, in my opinion. It's like an antiques museum built by a schizophrenic. Very disturbing place. And it's fucking huge.
My summer life has settled into a more-or-less predictable routine supported by a near-constant intake of caffeine in various guises (cappucino, coffee, soda). I get up. I go to work. I come home from work. I read about 150-200 pages or so from whatever book I happen to be on. Sometimes less, sometimes more. I take my nightly constitutional, which lasts from forty minutes to an hour. I come back and scan the television in vain to find something that isn't a complete piece of shit. The only shows I can stand now are Wonder Showzen and The Venture Bros. I also find that MTV show Next quite entertaining, mostly because I'm quite struck by most of the (straight) men seem to be cut from the same prime slab of drooling beefcake, and most of the women are tanned so goddamn much they look like giant almonds and affect a permanent "I'm sassy!" demeanor. But I watch the show anyway.
I gotta go to The House On The Rock this summer. It's the best thing about this damn state, in my opinion. It's like an antiques museum built by a schizophrenic. Very disturbing place. And it's fucking huge.