The Aunt

I was so frustrated at Nonna. Why does she have to be so freaking officious?



But it isn't like I could escape. And today I stand here at this white-stucco house with dark blue trim covered in ivy. I stand in a place I haven't stood for ten years.

I never thought I would come back here. I dreamed about it, but it was a place in the past-the eight wonder of the world. And as Nonna rings the doorbell, I realize everything the same. I hear the sing-song tune entering the house. I see the coarse, beige carpet with its furniture resembling some library of the Russian nobility. Nothings changed excluding the new flat screen TV and a Guitar Hero console in the den.

But even as I stand in 1998, I can't bring myself to a level of comfort. I stand at the edge of the hall that connects to the family room. And judging by Her glances, I can tell I am not truly welcome here. I was so angry. Sure, this was my parents' fight. But still: how dare I come here and steal their guests? how do I have the audacity to enter this house like nothing happened?

I have to. And I stand by my mom's green Acura MDX. Displaying a smile, ear-to-ear, like I am OK with everything. But as soon as everyone gets settled in the car, I'm stepping on the accelerator and heading back to 2008.

Resolution

I will make a list.  I will check it twice.  I will never get to it.  I hate changing, even for the better.  I will not think of the year collectively, because my stance on a year is how I feel in the present.  People see this as a turning point, but to me it is all continuous.  Everything will be the same tomorrow.  

I find this as an appropriate song for the new year.  The lyrics are phenomenal.  And although, I prefer the album version, this live performance is damn good.

Veterans

So I was at work today and a man came in and he wore a shirt saying "VIETNAM veteran" with an American flag, an old hat stating his division and pins with other veteran paraphernalia, and one of those ubiquitous "Livestrong" bracelets but instead saying "I support our troops". As I thought about this, I questioned: what does this guy expect from doing this? Does he think citizens of America will start to run to him and hug him and worship him? And I mean, why should we "respect" Vietnam vets? I mean, they weren't fighting for freedom. They were fighting for paranoid MaCarthiests (sp?) who were obsessed with the Domino Effect. The people fighting there didn't volunteer either. They either went to Vietnam. Or they went to prison. I don't understand this whole thing. It just doesn't make sense to me.

Suzanne FUCKING Middle School

There is something about this, this, hellhole that I can't help but hate. How does this place make kids such pompous douchebags? I hate the PMS teachers who cry when a kid asks the same question twice. I hate the principal who makes kids say the Pledge of Allegiance with her. I hate that douche VP. I hate the stupid auditorium and its stupid half gangsta/half whatever murals located around school. Every time I think about that prison I want to vomit. QUE ASCO!

It's Gettin' Harder

Did you ever have the worst week ever?
Did you ever have the hangover to the worst week ever?
It's worse than the worst week ever. It has all the bad crap from the week before and now additional crap. Ugh.

In other news I was kicked off the softball field cuz I almost touched the ball. Geez base/softball is so retarded. Why should it still be in play if it is out? IDK. Then this bitch next to me and Jenny was having a field day about it and bitching about it. No one seemed to let it go. Not even when we left. Ugh. And the heat was a mother. Jenny is interesting.

My throat hurts. And nothing seems to be helping. And the fact we have no water in my house doesn't help.

I seriously hate the research project. And I convinced myself that I hate my job. And I hate all the workers. They're hicks.

And I know exactly who to blame this on. Since I am co-president of the IHC club.

There was something I was going to add but I can't seem to remember.

The Yesteryears

I just found out that my mom knew more about my old friends than I did when I hung out with them.