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3pipeproblemI had my birthday party last night. I thought it was pretty fun, although it seemed like at least one person was bored/disinterested in every activity we did. Even playing Sonic 2 two player. But that doesn't really matter because it was my party and, dammit, I can force people to watch Oz if I want! (Brian liked it.)
In the arena of presents, Brad made me two very sweet (as in badass) Oz t-shirts that no one understood, which made it all the more funny. My grandmother was trying to figure out what "we sing in the choir together" meant, but I wasn't particularly keen on cluing her in to the homoerotic undertones. Sammi gave me a Mo Thugz CD, which I have yet to listen to. Brian gave me a book about unusual deaths that looks interesting and funny. When I opened it, all I could think of was James Leer ("You said those in alphabetical order." "I guess that's how my mind works.") And a damn cool Reservoir Dogs poster that won't fit on my wall. I also got a bunch of money, so much that I only have to make like $600 more this summer. And my brother's card rocked.
I'm off to California today. It's kind of weird because I've never been there before and I'm going with people I don't really know (well, I know like four), so I have no idea what to expect. That and my close proximity to Ryan are making me kind of disconcerted. I wonder what the time change is, because our flight there is supposed to take 3 hours and the flight back is over 5. It should be good times, though. The thing that annoys me most about trips is that I can't use the internet. I feel so cut off from everything (the fact that I never call my house might also have something to do with this). On the plane I should be able to reread Hit Man or sleep. Maybe (knock on wood) write fanfic.
I don't think I'm doing any Fourth of July related activities today, which is fine by me. I feel bad that my dad has to drive me to the airport, but who knows, he might want to get away from my family. I don't understand the fourth because I really don't understand patriotism, I guess. What does a country have to do with anything? It's not like I really choose to live here. It's like friggin' school spirit. Oh, we live in the same school district and by this quirk of fate we have to go to the same school. Let's all wear blue and gold and yell a lot! Yeah!
I prefer Guy Fawkes Day. It's somewhat patriotic, but the guy was trying to blow up parlament. It's kind of a funny thing to celebrate, come to think of it. It would be like us celebrating the day that guy tried to assassinate some president because he was in love with Jodie Foster. But anyway, they get to hang Guy Fawkes in effigy and set off fireworks. In November, though. Probably better weather then, even in England. And I think fire works would be better when it's cold anyway. The air would probably be clearer.
In the arena of presents, Brad made me two very sweet (as in badass) Oz t-shirts that no one understood, which made it all the more funny. My grandmother was trying to figure out what "we sing in the choir together" meant, but I wasn't particularly keen on cluing her in to the homoerotic undertones. Sammi gave me a Mo Thugz CD, which I have yet to listen to. Brian gave me a book about unusual deaths that looks interesting and funny. When I opened it, all I could think of was James Leer ("You said those in alphabetical order." "I guess that's how my mind works.") And a damn cool Reservoir Dogs poster that won't fit on my wall. I also got a bunch of money, so much that I only have to make like $600 more this summer. And my brother's card rocked.
I'm off to California today. It's kind of weird because I've never been there before and I'm going with people I don't really know (well, I know like four), so I have no idea what to expect. That and my close proximity to Ryan are making me kind of disconcerted. I wonder what the time change is, because our flight there is supposed to take 3 hours and the flight back is over 5. It should be good times, though. The thing that annoys me most about trips is that I can't use the internet. I feel so cut off from everything (the fact that I never call my house might also have something to do with this). On the plane I should be able to reread Hit Man or sleep. Maybe (knock on wood) write fanfic.
I don't think I'm doing any Fourth of July related activities today, which is fine by me. I feel bad that my dad has to drive me to the airport, but who knows, he might want to get away from my family. I don't understand the fourth because I really don't understand patriotism, I guess. What does a country have to do with anything? It's not like I really choose to live here. It's like friggin' school spirit. Oh, we live in the same school district and by this quirk of fate we have to go to the same school. Let's all wear blue and gold and yell a lot! Yeah!
I prefer Guy Fawkes Day. It's somewhat patriotic, but the guy was trying to blow up parlament. It's kind of a funny thing to celebrate, come to think of it. It would be like us celebrating the day that guy tried to assassinate some president because he was in love with Jodie Foster. But anyway, they get to hang Guy Fawkes in effigy and set off fireworks. In November, though. Probably better weather then, even in England. And I think fire works would be better when it's cold anyway. The air would probably be clearer.
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Ryan
Date: 2003-07-06 08:24 pm (UTC)He's a nice guy, really. And he likes OZ what more could you want?
P.S. Is your name deticated to Agent Phoebe Green
Re: Ryan
Date: 2003-07-07 04:56 pm (UTC)I'm sure my team was cheered at the news that there were 2000 homicides in Santa Ana last year.
I'd forgetten all about "Fire." The game's afoot, Mulder!