I've been reading Basic Instructions comics.

If I hadn't been, I would've remembered to write an entry sooner. Maybe.

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When I came home today my dad was here. It was kinda weird 'cause usually he doesn't get home until pretty late. He was watching TV, so I figured he was just staying home because of his allergies. Buuuuuuuut later I came over to see what he was watching and I saw that he was using his belt as a sling for his left arm.

Naturally I was curious, so I asked what happened. He said his shoulder just hurt a lot and stuff. I figured he could handle himself (hell, he's gone through fifty years and he's still alive), so I went and peeled an orange to eat. He came over to stand in the sunlight coming through the glass door, and we talked about random crap. He told me about some sort of old Chinese remedy that's supposed to work wonders on bruises, and we tried it out even though I don't think a bruise is his problem.

That was around one-ish... my mom came home like half an hour ago I guess? She brought some Aleve for my dad. I figure he's doing better now because I'm not hearing any noises indicative of pain.

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Boy, I'm really sleepy right now.

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Lived up to my expectations. That is to say, it sucked.

My parents are in this thing... were in this thing... called Young Couples Fellowship. Now, obviously they aren't young anymore (they're pretty middle-aged), but they still call it that for lack of a better term.

Anyway, every year, around Christmas-ish time, we have to go to someone's house for a party. I have no idea what the point of it is, I guess they just like to get together.

A lot of the other "young couples" have kids, too. And some of them are my age. For some strange reason beyond my comprehension, my parents think that our similarity in age makes us buddies. Why is it that people assume persons in the same age group get along? How does that make any sense at all?

Needless to say, I'm not really friends with any of the other kids. Er... teenagers and some kids. Whatever. They've all got their own thing going on, and I'm just on a separate track, so to speak.

[The girls are all fairly girly and preppy; the guys are into that "gangsta" crap and they're all into Christianity... I guess since this whole thing started with church it makes sense...]

We arrived at some time, there weren't a lot of people yet. My mom immediately struck up a conversation with... one of the hosts... I listened to my iPod. A bit later, some of our family friends showed up (Gwenny's family, minus Gwenny). So the rest of the time I hung out with Aaron. (Who spelled his name as "Airin" on his cup- he said it was to rebel or something...) Mostly we just followed each other up and down the stairs and played Bop-It Extreme.

Yeah, it was quite something. I think I only talked to like... three people, besides my mom and dad... And I didn't even feel antisocial... (Okay that's a lie, those people make me feel antisocial)

I have a couple of pictures but I'm tired so I'm going to bed.

[Sleepy-time for budgies and me!]

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I love this particular strip of A Slice of Life:


BAGGLES!! :D

Haha.

My hands are cold. :(

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Quizzes entertain me.

Which of these clichés appeals to you most?

"No use crying over spilled milk"
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em"
"Every cloud has a silver lining"
"Life's a b****, and then you die."

(I love that last one)

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I'm not putting up pictures of it here. I'm just letting you know I've been working on it for six hours.

Ah man. My wrist is sore.

I need to get Angie's signature so I can finish this up...

At the moment I'm hoping to get an office aid position for second semester. I want to drop Weight Training so I won't be alone with Scott... because that'd be awkward. It seems like I'm just following the crowd, I guess, since Yoona and Angelica are dropping it second semester, but... I'm not leaving just because they're leaving... well I guess in a way I kind of am... uh... Well I just don't want to be the only Senior girl in the class. I'd have nobody to partner up with and it would be uncomfortable. :/

Gonna go... eat something...

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