Okay so my parents proved that they were right. It was better to be home for this whole ordeal. My mom took such good care of me it was ridiculous. She slept on a chair next to me while I was in the hospital. Then she slept in my bed with me when I came home, and every time I got up she was right there helping me. I can never be mean or crabby to her again.
Also her rib was hurting her and I'm all stitched together so it hurt both of us to laugh. You know how when you can't laugh it makes you laugh 10 times more? It was like that for both of us all week. We kept laughing at everything but it hurt so it was more like wheezing, which only made us laugh more. It was definitely mother - daughter bonding.
I'm almost back at school like what 300? miles from my parents, and I think we're all a little stressed out. The other day I asked my dad where I could get pepper spray because I might be commuting to a job by myself and I think it would be smart to have a little back up. He basically- okay completely -flipped out. He started ranting about how if I thought having pepper spray would do me any good then I was dumb and I didn't have a clue about how to be safe in the city. I guess he would prefer I stay on Temple's campus (where the sun never sets) 24.7.
Then both my parents are mad at me because I have an attitude and I 'think everything in this house is so unbearable and annoying' (their words). Sorry but if you ask me 50 times if I'm working later and then still forget, it gets a little annoying and I might roll my eyes. Plus I have to have surgery and I would prefer to have it in Philly but they want me to fly home (which means missing a lot more class and being more of a hassle).
I think they're freaked out that I'm leaving to go to the big bad city. Plus they both know that if I can afford it, I'd rather not live at home anymore. And then they're stressed about the whole surgery thing. Oh and it's like 400 degrees and wicked humid so we're all cranky.
Anyway I just had to vent. Here are some good ole' I'm pissed songs - going out to good ole mom and dad.
(Chloe is on the right. The other girl is her bffl Maggie)
My niece is stinking hilarious and completely weird but I love it and her.
This is an email she had my sister send to herself: Don't forget to brush your teeth, and get the toothbrush. And get the boogers out of your nose with the tweegers. Doggie haha made you look. Tonight daddy is going to scare you with his underwears and make a scary face. I love you. I love you so much, and horsey blanket. Spongy is chewing on his pillow. You can go to sleep in 10 minutes. And watch meemo. And you get a soft hug from me and a kiss for you mommy, and we'll go to Moran's and buy you and ice cream and me a snack. And don't forget to brush your teeth. I love you so much you silly mommy.
We were playing airplanes, and she built me and imaginary air plane. Then she told me completely seriously that my plane was named Old Taco.
She asked me what a spanking was. I told her it was when you got in trouble so your mom or dad hit your butt and that it wasn't very nice. She looked at me and said with a smile, "I'll hit your butt real nice CC." (that sounds creepy but coming from a 4 year old it's hilarious)
My vacation with my family was so nice. I can't really explain how much I love our little vacation spot. The time went by so fast though - it was unbelievable. I think part of the reason it did was that I was constantly splitting my time between the other people my age who go there every year too and my family. I loved spending time with both of them but it kept me super busy.
This reminded me of how fast this past year seemed to go. I love how fast everything happens, and I like doing lots of stuff, but I need to remember to slow down and realize how lucky I am. I don't want to take any of these busy years for granted.
Also my aunt was talking about how when you're stressed/in a high adrenaline scenario something in your brain can change so that you perceive time differently - like when you are in an accident or something and it all feels like slow motion. What if we all have our own perceptions of time? I guess we do, but it's hard to compare how time passes for you and what it feels like for someone else.
1. Sorry I haven't posted in a while 2. I'm going back to Philly soon and I'm going to make a point of having bands who are going to or who have just played in the area.
Monsters of Folk [Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes), Yim Yames (aka Jim James from My Morning Jacket), M Ward (from ummm....M Ward) and Mike Mogis] are planning a big concert this November. It's going to be in the Academy of Music which was built in 1850 - basically R5 is doing a good job of making it sound awesome.Here's a Monsters of Folk song for you:
The picture at the top is one of my niece last August. We're going back to that lake in a week, and I cannot wait. I've gone there every summer since I was born and so have like 6 other generations of my family. It's literally my favorite place in the world. Last year I wrote in the little camp journal we keep that some famous guy once said - the best way to see how you've changed is to return to a place that remains the same.
Our vacation spot is the place I have counted on to be the same year after year. I'm excited to go there to relax and reflect and see if/how I have changed. (I think seeing my niece grow and change is even better.) I know though that whatever will be will be and after a vacation there I'm always content to 'lay my head against my elbow and the window / let my wheels go'
Scatter brain: I went camping this weekend. It was raining and I thought it would suck, but it was so much fun. We were talking about how scary it is that we're almost 20 and how old that is. I have today off and it's really nice out, but I just spent an hour looking for a song for this post and finally settled on this one. My sister's brother-in-law sent her an email w/ the subject: intestines are home now - and it was as hilarious/bizarre as you would imagine. My sister, brother-in-law and niece are coming for a visit. Before they come I was going to run or shop or get my haircut but instead i might just hangout with Kate and Ben, but my dad's car broke so he asked if he could borrow mine. I was gonna have him drop me off but he's on a day date with a friend now so I feel like I'm wasting time waiting for him. I feel like I'm wasting time a lot - slept till 12, not being creative this summer, blabbing now instead of doing anything, working for SIX YEARS at an ice cream stand Fuck, I'm almost 20 and look at all the time I've wasted - but I guess that's not the attitude I should have "But I wouldn't take a single second back/ So come on let's lose control, we'll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope We'll die before we get old; into the wind we're tossin' armfuls of caution Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine"
Song: Let's Get Ready to Crumble by The Russian Futurists Picture: Ben, Me and Veronica while camping
Tattoos may not be for you. They may not even be for me, but it really irks me when people say they like tattoos but not on girls because they think it's trashy for girls to get tattoos. Sure some girls get trashy tattoos, but there is no reason it should be more acceptable for guys to get tattoos than for girls to get them.
Scary thought though: When my dad was in his twenties he lived in Korea for a little while. I guess they have these huge, really colorful butterflies there. Apparently it was a really cool thing to get one of these butterflies tattooed on you. My dad almost got one, but luckily he didn't. I can only imagine if he had - my tall, goofy, mustache rockin, motor and bicycle riding, mechanic dad with a huge, colorful butterfly tat, yikes.
