October 04, 2002 :: 9:48 p.m.
I hate to subject you to this, really I do...
Dude! Someone actually sent me mail! A while ago I wrote something along the lines of, "Mail makes me happy. Send me mail. [Insert Address Here.]" I didn't think anyone would do it, but hey, someone really did. I checked my mailbox out of pure habit, as I never get any mail other than these stupid flyers that the sororities put in all of the boxes (hence the fact that I was soliciting mail in my online diary), and to my great surprise there was something in it. Something white. Something lettery. I assumed it was for Emily, but no! It was indeed for me, from a person in California named Neil. A letter and a weathered
Ever After ticket stub. Heh. Yay. See? I told you mail makes me happy.
One thing I'm wondering, though. The letter is postmarked Los Angeles/Hollywood, October 1st. I got it today, the 4th. I put something in the mailbox for Adam, and it hasn't gotten here yet. I mailed something from Annville to Annville, and it's been over three days. What the fuck? Riddle me this and I'll give you a prize. Like a cookie, or a salamander.
Hmm. Moving on, then... my trip home. It occurred to me while I was driving down that no one would be home when I got there. I contemplated turning back, but there was no point, so I zoomed off to good old Carlisle instead. And yeah, no one was there at 10:30 when I arrived. Hours passed, and still no one was there. My dad finally showed up at like 2:30, we conversed briefly, he gave me money and sent me off to the store to get all of the things that I needed. I spent the many hours between 10:30 and 2:30 playing the cats and watching TV. You know what? I love my cats to pieces. They're adorable and fluffy and they roll around on their backs when you rub their tummies. More on them later. When I got back from the store I just hung out for a while, and then my mom and I went to dinner with Molly and Abby (her youngest daughter). We went to J.C. Dunfey's, which was... um... meatiful. Adam (brother) was working, though, so all was well. He made us bruschetta sans bacon, and since there was not a damn thing on the menu without some kind of meat in it, he made me a baked potato with broccoli and cheese. Yum. It was a strange evening, though, for the following reasons:
1.) When I was a wee lass, living in Duncannon, my best friend was a blonde girl named Kelly Daniels who lived right up the hill from us. Guess who works at J.C. Dunfey's now? Uh huh, Kelly. How weird is that? She recognized my mom (I was at Eckard, dropping off my prescription) and all sorts of wackiness ensued. Apparently Adam knew who she was, but didn't say anything because she didn't recognize him (I can't really blame her). She looks exactly like she did like 13 years ago, only taller. Weird. She's still nice, but Adam sais that she's dumb as rocks, which I sadly do not have trouble believing. Hmm.
2.) My mom, my sister, and I talked. Like really talked. I do not talk much, as you may know. But talk we did, and it was... interesting. I found out that Molly's husband cheated on her a while ago, which comes as a total shock. I can't even begin to imagine what I'd do in her situation. Actually, yes I can. I'd break his fucking nose, and probably some other things, too. And then I'd puke, and then we'd talk. First comes violence, then comes sickness, then comes conversation. I guess this situation strikes a chord with me because it's like... my worst nightmare. Not only is it just deceitful and wrong, but it would completely affirm all of my insecurities. Jesus. I don't have this big delusion that Adam is cheating on me or anything - that's not what I'm saying. He's not that kind of person (read: he is not a bile-inducing asshole, and that is one of the many reasons why I love him). It's just this thing that I have. Basically, I'm very, very paranoid and insecure. Geh. Where was I? I've lost my train of thought.
3.) I need to discuss pie with Adam when he gets home. Figure that one out yourself.
So. Kitties! "Gray Boy," as everyone has taken to calling him, is fitting in nicely. None of the other cats have a problem with him, which is a minor miracle. No, scratch that. It's definitely a major miracle. He's so cute, and all he wants is attention. And Gizmo's tail is better, pretty much. It's a lot thinner than usual, because she basically chewed all of the hair off, but it's not raw or covered in flea bites anymore. Poor little kitty. Rufus is... well, Rufus. Spunky little Rufie, same as ever. And Tango is warm and fluffy and sleepy. All cats are well. Tell your government to back down, everything is going to be just fine.
Everyone went to Virginia and no one bothered to invite me along. Boo. I came home to fine a note from Emily on the dry erase board - "Went to VA for the weekend, be back Sunday evening." Normally that would be grounds for a WOO!, but not this weekend. Adam is, as you know, also in Virginia. Or maybe you didn't know that. In any case, you do now. That's where his sister is getting married. I'm a little bothered by the fact that he didn't invite me. I mean... here's the thing. I probably wouldn't have accepted the invitation, because I don't have anything to wear to a wedding, and I think it would have been sort of awkward. Maybe just for me, but any awkward is too much awkward. So even if he had invited me, I'd most likely still be here, in my empty little dorm room. But it would have been nice to have been invited, to know that he was thinking of me and that he wanted me there... that sort of thing. The fact that he didn't just makes me think that he wasn't thinking of me, and that he didn't want me there. See what I'm getting at? It's the invitation that counts, whether or not I accept it, because it lets me know that he cares. In his favor, I will say that he did offer up the following after I asked who was going to be in attendance: "You can come if you want." But while that may technically count as an invitation, it just sort of conveys, to me, a sense of "oh, I never even thought to invite you because quite frankly, I don't want you there, but since you said something I'm required to say something that's invitation-like in return, but I don't really mean it."
Argh. This all ties into the pie thing, but a girl has to keep a few secrets if she doesn't want the feds to dissect her brain and then lock her away once she becomes a useless she-zombie.
Oh. To the person who thought it would be funny to have a fence built to prevent students from crossing the railroad tracks to get to the Gold Lot - FUCK YOU. I hope someone defacates in your cereal.
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