I have not had the best week and that might be my reason for not posting in a long time. I really meant to start writing more now that summer’s here and all, but oh, well. I didn’t really follow through with that. It’s been like a week since I’ve last posted. So, sorry. Yeah, I know that people say that you shouldn’t apologize for not posting and that you have to go with your own flow, but screw that. I’m so pissed off when my favorite bloggers don’t post often. (Well, I’m also kind of annoyed when they update too often, too. Too hard to keep up with.) So sorry. But now back to the usual flow of complaints about my week:
1) I accidentally put my pants in the wash hamper with my cell phone still in the pocket. As a result, my mom washed them and my phone got saturated with water making it unusable. I had to spend most of my birthday money on a cheaper and less cool-looking phone and then I had to spend the rest of it to buy a cool faceplate to make the phone look cooler.
2) My birthday (July third, in case you were wondering) kind of had a damper put on it from all of the complaining my family was doing. My father was upset because I didn’t want to do anything he wanted to do for my birthday and my mom was upset because she didn’t want to buy a whole new cell phone. When we went to the mall, all my mom wanted to do (like every twenty minutes or so) was leave.
3) On July fourth, I brought Russell, Mary, John, and Shannon back to my house to watch the Mothman Prophecies (scariest movie on earth, bye the way. Couldn’t sleep for weeks after I saw it). We did this because Russell’s room was hot as an oven and my room has air conditioning. When we got to my house, we set up the movie and brought a bunch of pillows up to my room so we could sit on them. We must have been too loud, though, because my mother came into the room and started yelling frantically at us for us to get THE HECK out of the house or else. My mom usually doesn’t yell like that (she is usually known for her unusual and over-the-top kindness to my friends), so it was kind of scary. I blame her recent swell or irritability on the heat and the fact that she’s probably going through some —erm— feminine changes.
4) I had a mild panic attack on the day of my birthday party (July 5, in case you were wondering). This happened because my parents refused to let me set up the projector and the screen for the movie when I wanted to (at about six PM). They had some meeting for my father’s political campaign the same evening and they wanted me to set everything up afterwards, along with cleaning everything up. Unfortunately, everybody (Russell, Mary, Shannon, Adam, and my sister’s two friends, Cara and Lena) started to come before the meeting was over and my parents just wouldn’t shut up and send everybody home. I couldn’t really get to cleaning at all, so while everybody was singing happy birthday to me, I was breaking out in sweats and my heart was pounding because OHMYGOSH. The house was messy. And plus, the happy birthday song scares the bejesus out of me. I even get scared when it’s being sung to other people.
5) My mom woke me up on July sixth at nine in the morning to tell me that I HAD to take those pictures of Mary whipping and sticking a toy gun down the throat of Russell off of my website. She said she found them highly disturbing and that if people saw them, they would never come to our house again because they would be so terrified of the child-porn-photographer-pedophile-sadomasochistic-freak-monster living there. I tried to tell her that the photos were meant to be humorous and that any smart person would realize this, but she just didn’t listen. She then started FER-EAKING out when she had the thought that spies from the side running against my father would read my website and publish the photos in their literature. “Those photos are probably sitting on their computer right now! They probably have an intern scanning your site every day for stuff to use against your father!” she screamed. I didn’t understand why she was making such a big deal out of it.
I was thinking of contacting the ACLU, at the suggestion of Adam, in order to complain about my constitutional right to post spoof S&M photos on my blog, but I was only half serious about doing that. We even spoke to a lawyer friend of ours concerning the legality of the photos.
Ultimately, I had to take the photos off of my website and my Flickr stream. I don’t understand my father’s angry demand for me to also erase them from my computer, though. He thinks that if someday, Mary or Russell were to commit a crime, the police people or whoever would come searching my computer for evidence and find them and then for some reason put me in jail, too. I think that is kind of overreacting, though.
6) I missed Dooce on Good Morning America. I was like a week behind on my Dooce reading and when I went to the site to catch up, I noticed a post saying that the segment would be on Saturday’s show. I was overjoyed, thinking, YES! This week doesn’t totally suck! I went to my TV to check if channel seven worked. It did! I went back to my computer, and looked back at the post. My heart sunk. The post was written the previous week. That Saturday had already happened. Rrrrg. I was looking forward to it so much, too! If anybody out there taped that show, make a copy of it for me right now and mail it to me! Or put it on the internet! Somebody!
I’m going to try and not be all paranoid about this and think that this week has been some sort of omen for my seventeenth year. Instead I’d rather go with the Charlotte York Sex-And-The-City brand of superstition and say that “the worse the wedding, the better the marriage.”
Probably the best thing that has happened to me this week is the “discovery” of the White Stripes. I had previewed their music before on iTunes, but this week, it just clicked. I really wanted to buy the new CD. So I did. I spent the $20 I was saving up to buy House when it comes out on DVD and I bought it. And then I got Adam to burn me two of the other CDs and Russell to burn me one of the other ones. So now I’m only one CD away from owning all of their cds, whoo-hoo!
