Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Hybrid Motorcycle

I have stolen these questions now.

1) What have you been up to?
Schoolage, generally. That, sleeping, and lately bad television.

2) How goes home-age, and school-age, and other assorted '-ages'?
Home-age is pretty good, even though I won't actually be in my homehome until Christmas. I had a phone call from me mere the other day, which was nice. Apparently, my brother P is being a spamchild - he damaged the car, and got a speeding ticket. He's had his license for under 3 months. And he doesn't think it's his fault, or maybe it is just that he seems entirely unapologetic about the whole thing.
Brother L is supposed to have gotten his cast off today. In the words of my mother: "Now he can do dishes. HA."
Mother is somewhat overwhelmed at work, it being audit time, and has no time to herself. She's a little depressed by this, and it makes me sad, because up until quite recently, she was All Powerful Mother, and now she seems more human, and I don't know how to help. Pout.
Father is well - he recently had an exam at work, to see whether or not he can be a professional geologist. He thinks he did well, even if the questions were extremely vague and nebulous.
During this conversation with my mother, she was pestering me about my socialising, and wanted to know if I ever went out. I don't, because everyone I know spends all of their time with their boyfriend or child. The conversation continued thusly:
MOM: Well, why don't you get a boyfriend?
ME: Haha. Yes, that's on the list for sure.
MOM: Why not?
ME: (ohgodohgodohgodohgod) Um, I don't need one?
MOM: Haha, I suppose!
ME: (gasps for air)
Yes, I think my mother and I will eventually need to talk. Eventually. (Is ENORMOUS coward.)
Schoolage goes well. I have a few essays to get done, but they are fairly short, and if I start them soon enough, they should not be a problem at all.

3) What colour socks are you wearing right now?
Black. LIKE MY SOUL.

4) Do you have any grand expedition plans in the works?
Not particularly. I DO have a grand plot in the debating-in-my-mind stage - I may take next year off, work 8 months, and then travel places for 4 months. Anyone want to come?

5) What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Instant breakfast powder slorg that you mix with milk. It wasn't bad. It didn't have the raw egg texture that beverages of that ilk often have (I is a meal-in-a-can connoisseur).

6) Am I learning any new instruments this year?
Not really. Though I do want a banjo.

7) Is Mary still my flute teacher?
The flute makes pure tones, which are not found in nature. Other things that can make pure tones are tuning forks and computer synthesied thingies.

8) Am I wearing underwear?
Yes. It (they?) is (are?) grey.

9) Am I doing much besides school?
No. Naps. Mostly school.

10) Please spiel about the foods you have been building:
I make creative dishes out of rudimentary ingredients. For example: frozen peas and carrots + tuna = I don't really know, but it tastes okay.
Pasta + tomato pasta sauce + giant heaps of eat-it-before-it-molds cheese = curdled heap of disgusting, but I ate it because I was hungry and I had nothing else.


That is my life! ENJOY IT!

2 comments:

Hermit said...

Me me me! (that is my comment to the travelling, seriously I do, we must plan both the travelling and the avoiding death-by-parents, assuming yours are like mine)
Is yon pere not already a geologist? *is completely unaware*
Anyhow, I shall spare you the take-over-the-world length comment I gave Ratty.
Hermy
Oh dang, this is me questioning you about why you aren't coming home for the 11th weekend? This is me whining about how you aren't planning on coming home the 11th weekend. This is me pestering you to change plans in order to be able to come home the 11th weekend. This is my puppy dog face so you will feel entirely compelled to do it RIGHT NOW. Yes? Yes. Good.

Ratty said...

Oh dear, I remember those 'ohgodohgodohgod!' moments *dies a little inside just remembering*. They're seriously some of the worst moments of my life, and I think the whole-body-immediate-anxiety-reactions resulting from said moments probably took a few years off my body's potential lifespan. What I mean to say is, I feel for you, and I wish more than anything that you didn't have to go through that stress and fear. I wish more than anything that the world didn't assume we were straight, thus placing us in the 'abnormal' category when it turns out we're not (actually, the world assuming we're straight is somehow easier to deal with than our parents assuming we're straight). All I can say is that you're wonderful and valuable and there's nothing wrong or abnormal or weird with being who you are. And I hope that someday you can talk to your mom, for your sake, but I know first-hand that coming out is one of the most terrifying things ever, so there's no judgement here if you stay closeted. But I do know that in disclosing there is intense personal release, even if the response of others is not great. There's the potential for other bad things after, but at least you'll never have to feel that painful suppression ever again. I send you womyn-sista'hood-Dorothy power!