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samiasma = sami + miasma
"nom nom nom"
- mood:
sleepy
having sticky hands
- mood:
bored
my parents were talking about their needy siblings. You should know that we are having a bit of family strife over my aunt-in-law on my mother's side. She came out about a year ago and thinks it's okay to bring her lesbian lover to family functions like Christmas even though she is still married to my uncle. We actually put on a great face as a family but underneath it all my grandma is tortured. Plus my aunt has always been crazy: short, cropped hair, black belt, sore loser in scrabble. My dad kinda likes her, despite his jokes. I don't mind her except that she's causing pain to my grandma and uncle.
my other aunt, dad's side, is my middle namesake and I love her even though she can be a wreck. her second husband committed suicide about two years ago or so.
mom: at least I never flew over to colorado to deal with my crazy sister
dad: at least your brother's wife never took a shotgun to her head
mom: oh..
dad: maybe she should...
mom: allan!
we all laughed...
i've decided to also post stories about my family in here. They're the ones I most don't want to discover my anonymous blog, and they'll surely recognize themselves in posts like these:
With the usual hilarity, we ate dinner tonight. My dad started talking about work and threw around meeting terms, so Mom spat out some of her own.
Mom: (don't forget something about objectives, weaknesses, strengths, threats)
Dad: -threat? ...I don't want to hear what crazy shit you learned from the military-
Mom: MBA
Dad: MBA? Yeah look what that's cost you, and what for-
Me: You get to be someone's professional bitch-
Brother (turning to me): Well at least she's a paid bitch! BURN! Oooooh! I'm sorry, I thought that was good. Was that good?
Me: Yes, that was good...
It's true, my mother is a paid bitch -erm, Executive Assistant. For. The. Admiral. I won't reveal The Admiral's name, but lets say it sounds an awful lot like a certain synonym for Crazy. Well, not exactly, but she is. Adm. Crazy has a Napoleonic complex, changes her mind constantly, and adores my mother. Mom a.k.a. Pollyanna is perfect for the job because she is painfully, eternally cheerful. She revels in telling us "horror" stories about her day, which seems to mostly consist of arranging travel plans for The Admiral. Adm. Crazy 'prefers' an aisle seat near the front of the plane. She will announce, for example, that she needs a flight to Chicago for March 20th around or after 3 pm because she wants to attend mass that day. "Yes Ma'am," Mom will say, then labor away on the phone, securing the prized seat on the correct time and day. The Admiral then, unfailingly, will say something to the effect of "you know how I need a flight the 20th? Can you make it early in the morning so I can make it there in time for [suchandsuch]?"
"Well Ma'am, I have tickets for 3:30pm already...?"
"Go ahead and change it."
"Yes Ma'am."
Then, again without fail, about two days before she has to leave, The Adm. will groan, "I don't feel like getting up so early? Can you change my flight?"
And without fail, my mother must say, "Yes Ma'am."
that was weird... didn't quite catch the "call sami what you want" part the first time...but... "creepy samantha parties"? obviously there is some joke about myself that I am not getting. maybe it has something to do with the dress up (crossdressing) game the boys played.
I'm so glad that people enjoyed my party. I was getting a little stressed over it but it went better than I could have hoped. I really have my friends to thank for (mostly) keeping everything smooth and happy. I had a great time myself.
anyway, i'm having a hard time "being real" in this livejournal, and I think I'll just keep it to stay in touch with julie and read some of you all's funny stories about crazy parents and such. oh and i might post mediocre poetry from time to time.
*off to create an anonymous livejournal*
- mood:
confused
I was a fairy princess. Oop forgot to get rid of red-eye...w/e
i love how we can have crazy fun without alcohol or drugs. the dancing was amazing. who knew a hula hoop could work so well on the dance floor? my boyfriend took up the dj role and did a great job, digging up old favorites like thriller and video killed the radio star.
later we had a bead ceremony, which had me nearly in tears (and katie too, i think!). I gave a bead (on a safety pin) to each person, explaining what it symbolized and basically gushing. very nice serious note for a very fun evening.
anyway, i am tired and need to nap...
You watch the mites
fly into the fire
You want to be one of them
in a way
even the spiders
who're twice as smart
You want to be one of them
in a way
You could be prey
You could be prey
we're going to die anyway
You could be prey
Your eyes gloss
like pieces of wood
You want to keep one of them
in a way
You used to know
what was sacred to you
You want to keep one of them
in a way
You could be his
You could be his
we're going to live anyway
You could be his
and:
Do you flicker in the limbo
between some and none of faith?
Do you look at their faces
and wonder what they've done?
Do you touch your chest
and wish you could feel?
We know you are perfect.
Are you human too?
Do you wear God's grace?
Are your eyes all-knowing
with joy or with grief?
Father, what have they done?
Do you ask Him why
they hammered holes into your hands?
We know you are All.
Are you human too?
How did the pain feel?
Did you still know who you were?
Blood filled your holes
like red craters in the dust.
Did you know that it was true?
Will I ever be like you?
We know you are God.
Are we God too?
i'm making some. what are your ring sizes? so far i made two... the pace will pick up once i get the hang of it.
here's my newest work. sorry i had to put lines through it but i don't want people to "steal" it since this is my public journal. anyway, it's called self portrait without hair
I did it to prove to the art programs i'm applying to that, give me 11 hours and I can do this. most of my other work..okay pretty much all of it...was done in three hours or much, much less.
anyway, this is watercolor pencil, with some watercolor in the background. It's supposed to seem a little apocalyptic...it's somewhat about how people (including me) are forgetting what we are inside - about shedding our vanity kind of... Also sort of an experiment to see if i'd recognize myself without hair. it started out as me wanting to do a bald nudie, but not knowing how to draw a bald head (and not wanting to go print off a reference) and realizing i needed a privacy gag to make it school appropriate for my AP class.
speaking of which, i want the rain to stop so I can bring it to class this week. maybe my teacher will forgive me for not turning anything in for three weeks in a row...
- mood:
sick
- mood:
sore
Here's what it looks like:
It features a "exposed corner" design so I can see if the little red light is on (it means I have a new message)
And now I'll teach you how to make it. You'll have to know how to crochet.
- mood: sore
We actually found something cool. My faith in metal detecting is revived.
But first, the junk we found:
A bullet (actually kind of cool), two pennies, a rusted bolt (probably), two nails (possibly), and one piece of metal corroded beyond recognition.
And a "ten cash" coin! (it's linked so you can look at the full size image)
It seems to be japanese money, probably from my uncle's travels. I tried to polish it up so you can see that it's bronze, but my hands were getting tired.
My grandpa found a soapstone pipe the other day. He thinks it might be an opium pipe from the chinese that used to live in the area, but my dad figures it was probably his brother's.
In case you were wondering, I use a Bounty Hunter Fast Tracker IV:
...and my brother Zach helps me dig up stuff.
- mood: sleepy
Mostly we found these:
look there's a couple old fashioned pull tabs in the mix. The instruction booklet that came with my metal detector said I'd find a lot of these looking for gold rings... They illicit the same deep beep as gold and nickel do.
The only remotely "cool" things we found are shown in this picture:
15 cents and two buttons... I tried to polish one of the nickels so you can see what it is. The other nickel is a 2004 "Louisiana Purchase" nickel. wooh...
Dec. 27th is my birthday by the way :)
anyway, we went to Hendri's beach (i was visiting my grandpa). I didn't bring the camera along, so the only picture I have is of this strange piece of metal we found:
It was high tide and the waves were almost all the way to the cliffs. I should really go to a beach at low tide in the summer after a busy day to get more luck. But we did find a couple of maggot infested soda cans... eww. They might of been some sort of fly larvae but they sure looked like baby maggots to me.
I do wish I brought my camera because we found interesting animals (and animal parts) washed on shore. The first was a orange and white sea cucumber that looked kind of like this:
it had more white than orange, though. and it was really gross. I can't believe my dad picked it up.
We also found something that looked like brains, but was firmer..like steamed cauliflower. It was a bright pinkish orangish color.
And we found shark (or possibly skate) eggs. They were empty, so we took some home. I'll post pictures later.
- mood:
tired
At the risk of appearing a total dork, I asked for a metal detector for Christmas (or my birthday, which is the 27th). I got one, and I do feel like a total dork when I use it in public. A total exciting adventurous dork, mind you. My first excursion was in my grandpa's back yard, in the dark (I was too excited to wait). My brother and I found enough cool things to fuel my enthusiasm for treasure hunting:
Assorted "treasure"
apparently a rusted hinge part, a very corroded washer or something, some aluminum foil, and the spout of a salt can - like this one:
We found two pennies, and one was a 1952 wheat penny:
But the best discovery was three of my dad's childhood cars! He remembers them too.
The first, a red truck with a tire in the back. It's called the GLADIATOR according to its underside. I linked it so you can take a closer look.
After we brought that inside, we went back to the same area, and found two more trucks. One is made of plastic and I probably wouldn't have found it except it was with the other car.
The first is an ambulance. My aunt Christine said it used to make sounds - which would come out of the "driver's" mouth (my dad would say "weee-oh-weeeh-oh").
I cleaned up this plastic red jeep really well:
- mood:
bouncy