June 25, 2004
HP4

explaining to kibby what a portkey is

June 24, 2004
Git Mornink
If there's anything funnier than someone talking the moment they wake up, aside from someone falling, I don't know what it is. Lord knows I don't make much sense when I wake up. I have referred to my cat as Dr. Kittenhead and bragged about my unwavering ability to drool every night (a talent which as since passed), and have uttered so much incoherent nonsense that it could fill a book. Only a few days ago I saw my mom in my room and held a conversation with her, thinking to myself the whole time, I really am awake, I'm not saying stupid things at all, only to learn later that I had not said a word to her. I've also said things completely opposite from what I intended. Mom was bustling about in my room early one morning; I wanted to ask, "What time is it?" but, of course, because I lack tact in the morning, it came out as, "So, um, when are you going to leave?"

My dad is the king, however. He talks in his sleep all the time. Sometimes it's very sad, because I don't know what he's saying but he sounds distressed. Other times it's priceless, especially when he yells things like, "Sup. Sup, brothas." He was just sleeping on the couch and suddenly jerked awake, saying, "Ooh!" and making me jump as well. He looked up rather terrified at me, then put his head back on the pillow, giggling.

"Funny one," he said. I chose to ignore it. He repeated, "It was a funny one."

"Right," I said.

"I-I switched them," he mused, though I could barely make out his words, as he had just woken up and everything. He looked up at me again, waiting for my reaction.

"I-What?" I laughed.

"You guys... you guys usually say Ahh! But instead I said Ooh! I switched them."

I giggled even more, incredibly amused. "Okay."

"Because I said Ooh!"

"You're still asleep, Dad," I said, waving my hand at him.

He sat up straighter, indignantly. "No, I'm not."

"Yes you are, go to sleep."

"I'm awake," he mumbled, lying down.

He's back asleep again.

June 24, 2004
An End To All Mindfulness
I ran into Mr. Hall Tuesday night at the Brigham's in the mall. Steph, Katy, and I were just leaving when he, his wife, and his daughter were taking their seats. His daughter has startlingly white-blonde hair and his wife reminds me of Mrs. Haney, just as I thought she would look. She's not Mrs. Haney, of course. He asked what I was doing this summer.

"Getting a job?" he asked.

To which I laughed, "Ha ha, oh God no. I don't want to work."

I was a bit distracted when he responded as I was watching his daughter hit her head on the table, but I'm pretty positive that he said, "Waiting as long as you can, eh? That's good."

Interesting advice, I must say, coming from a teacher. I am going to heed it. My big excuse for not getting a job this summer was the whole going straight from Emerson to Lighthouse Theatre each day. Much too busy. And now? No theatre. Eric's having a baby. That's nice and all, but now I am lost. I have no summer plans, I've fucked myself over once again. And if anyone dares tell me I have Emerson, you've got a middle finger headed your way.

This is why summer sucks. Summer always sucks.

June 23, 2004
The Namer
With the help from our friend The Namer, I have dubbed the bird Monroe. Monroe means From The Red Swamp. This means that Monroe must know Swamp Thing, who, as his name suggests, lives in a swamp. Technically, Swamp Thing lives in a green swamp, but who's to say it's not next to the red swamp? Plus, they were both kind of jerks... likeable jerks... Anyway. Monroe.
I have also uploaded both the Florida pictures and the Six Flags pictures.

June 17, 2004
I Have Not Edited This Image At All
this cardinal has been trying to break into our house for weeks.

June 17, 2004
Nuevo
this site was due for a change. so i've made a new layout. don't be turned off by the lack of content on the main page, because all of the entries will now go here rather than on their own pages. so it will soon be filled. you can still find the old entries under etcetera, though they don't match the color scheme at all. eh. what can you do. but anyway. enjoy, and let me know if any colors are off or if anything significant is missing.

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