Sunday, May 19, 2002
I bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't you, don't you? -- I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out. Stupid bitch in my beach house.
Yea. My thought exactly. My older brother's friend (who's about 5 years younger than me) didn't help me when I needed help. Now he just would like a 'woulja mind' handout. How quaint. No. And they said I couldn't be bitter. Maybe I'll be nice... I need to think about it. Just because it's Sid's friend... hmmm. I never really 'didn't' get along nor were we on the best of terms. I ignore his family, they ignore me. Eh. That's the price of being spectaculous like me? Or being from a superficial family... they rub me the wrong way... hmmm.
Anyway, today's dinner was almost a disaster. I'm not sure where it went wrong. I think it had something to do with the visitors... hmmm. The chili was going well, and then *bam!* it tasted like crap. So I pulled a Dr. Chef Nur� and *shazzam!* back on track -- sorta. I've made better chili. Almost was a waste of beef, tomatoes and beans. It was very edible afterwards. I hate making beans.
Laura annoys me sometimes. Always telling me I make food with too many spices. What the hell. Just because her culture cooks with all of 4 spices, doesn't mean she has to knock mine. What utter crudeness. I love Spanish cooking. I see nothing wrong with it -- there's nothing to really improve. But watch her go and tell me that there's something wrong with Israeli, American, Italian, Chinese, Mexican food. It's like... do peole see the US as having that sorta attitude? I hope not.
I slacked today. Next weekend I'm supposed to go to A Coru�a with Leah (maybe Wade) and Laura to par-tay before finals kick in. Almost time to go home. Where has the time gone? I've done so much in Spain, but I feel like with all the memories and photos, had I been a rich lil brat like some people, I could have done billions of things more... *sigh*. Anyone else feel like we cannot get ahead even if we cut our own off and threw it in a cattapault?
New song on my list: Indigo Girls -- Our Deliverance. Pretty. Back to the roots. I like that, girls. Rock on with your bad lesbian selves. Or as Shirley Q Liquor says "I love dem bulldaggas!"
For those who need it, Miss Janet chants for me: "Gotta chip upon your shoulder/ I just knocked it off/ Show me what you gonna do/ I ain't 'bout to run/ You have just run out of ammunition/ Shootin' blanks now/ You son of a gun"
Today's the 20th of May -- as I post this, but it's for the 19th, but that's okay...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my MOMMY!!!!! Don't ask either her nor I how old she is. We'll say "enough to know better."
Tuesday, Wade and I plan to see Star Wars (in spanish). We'll see how that goes, eh? Leah wants to come. Verena might. I think it'd be fun. I cannot wait to see it in English. Sweeter says she might pitch a hand in.
Blogs are pretty. So is Shana. I need a photo of her, by the way!
Love from across the ocean.
Yea. My thought exactly. My older brother's friend (who's about 5 years younger than me) didn't help me when I needed help. Now he just would like a 'woulja mind' handout. How quaint. No. And they said I couldn't be bitter. Maybe I'll be nice... I need to think about it. Just because it's Sid's friend... hmmm. I never really 'didn't' get along nor were we on the best of terms. I ignore his family, they ignore me. Eh. That's the price of being spectaculous like me? Or being from a superficial family... they rub me the wrong way... hmmm.
Anyway, today's dinner was almost a disaster. I'm not sure where it went wrong. I think it had something to do with the visitors... hmmm. The chili was going well, and then *bam!* it tasted like crap. So I pulled a Dr. Chef Nur� and *shazzam!* back on track -- sorta. I've made better chili. Almost was a waste of beef, tomatoes and beans. It was very edible afterwards. I hate making beans.
Laura annoys me sometimes. Always telling me I make food with too many spices. What the hell. Just because her culture cooks with all of 4 spices, doesn't mean she has to knock mine. What utter crudeness. I love Spanish cooking. I see nothing wrong with it -- there's nothing to really improve. But watch her go and tell me that there's something wrong with Israeli, American, Italian, Chinese, Mexican food. It's like... do peole see the US as having that sorta attitude? I hope not.
I slacked today. Next weekend I'm supposed to go to A Coru�a with Leah (maybe Wade) and Laura to par-tay before finals kick in. Almost time to go home. Where has the time gone? I've done so much in Spain, but I feel like with all the memories and photos, had I been a rich lil brat like some people, I could have done billions of things more... *sigh*. Anyone else feel like we cannot get ahead even if we cut our own off and threw it in a cattapault?
New song on my list: Indigo Girls -- Our Deliverance. Pretty. Back to the roots. I like that, girls. Rock on with your bad lesbian selves. Or as Shirley Q Liquor says "I love dem bulldaggas!"
For those who need it, Miss Janet chants for me: "Gotta chip upon your shoulder/ I just knocked it off/ Show me what you gonna do/ I ain't 'bout to run/ You have just run out of ammunition/ Shootin' blanks now/ You son of a gun"
Today's the 20th of May -- as I post this, but it's for the 19th, but that's okay...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my MOMMY!!!!! Don't ask either her nor I how old she is. We'll say "enough to know better."
Tuesday, Wade and I plan to see Star Wars (in spanish). We'll see how that goes, eh? Leah wants to come. Verena might. I think it'd be fun. I cannot wait to see it in English. Sweeter says she might pitch a hand in.
Blogs are pretty. So is Shana. I need a photo of her, by the way!
Love from across the ocean.
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