posted on November 27, 2003 @ 9:11 pm
sarah playing tony hawk, a fantabulous soundtrack
sarah's always elissa steamer in this game since she's a girl. she's always the girl in crazy taxi, too. that's cute. it's so bizarre that she's growing up. she's got to wear a bra to school, and she's even getting the faint beginnings of pubic hair. she's only nine, but by the time i was 10 i had a B cup and mom wouldn't let me leave the house before shaving. i love how some chicks are forbidden from shaving, yet my mom wouldn't let me be seen with hair. i don't understand how anyone can parent differently from my parents.
i think i went a bit too far with the mentioning of pubic hair. anyway, last night on my way home, i couldn't see half the way because of thick fog. at first i was panicking and such, but then after about an hour i was like, meh, whatever, and rambo-ed it at 75 all the way home. i'm glad i know the signs so well to anticipate curves in the highway. what can i say, i'm observant.
when i got home around 1:30 a.m., both mom and doug were still up. mom was making stuff for breakfast since she had to work today like normal (6:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m.), and doug was preparing for an early bedtime tonight (he's got to be at work at 3:30 a.m. tomorrow, green friday and all). mom bought me a really pretty pink hoodie with pink fur trim on the hood and sleeves, and the drawstrings have little fuzzy balls on them. (: it's fleece, though, so it's actually for cold weather. which we apparently won't have this year. she also bought me a pretty maroon shirt that's got a window to my boobs. it's fatal for my parents to go into wal-mart, too.
"new girl" by the suicide machines just came on, which reminded me they played with the queers and tsol last night. :looks down: i'd prefer to have continued forgetting about that. goddamn frank for being such a jerkface; he was my show buddy. that would have been the most amazing show ever.
oh well, anyway. i got up this morning at 11:00 and went to mom's store to get stuff to make a pumpkin pie. whilst there i saw a guy i used to regularly stalk. well, stare at if i happen to be there while he was working. i don't know, there's something really pretty about him. his hair's slightly curly and almost the same shade of brown as his eyes, and the ends of his eyebrows come to a defined point. mom says she thinks he's on some kind of medication for something, but no one really knows for sure. i only talked to him once, and he was so quiet. i can't even remember what we talked about; i just remember staring at him and being more or less speechless. he rarely talks, and the girl working today asked mom if he was on medication. of course the possibility of something being wrong with him physically or emotionally makes him more appealing. i wonder why that is. i think i just want to take care of people and actually have someone dependent upon me.
i walked past him while getting groceries, and after making eye contact he immediately looked down. which, thanks to my no fat chicks? shirt, meant my boobs. heh heh. i talked to my mom after checking out for a while and watched him bagging groceries and taking them out. without shame, mind you. the girl working, as i was checking out, looked at the people magazine and asked, "reading up on bob and estella?"
"ha, whatever, reading up on johnny depp. man!" when i first got there, mom said to that girl, "this is my oldest daughter."
"i figured. she came in here lookin' all cute, and i knew she had to be yours." ^_^
when i got home i made my pie, then nana and papaw got here. then i made the topping for nana's sweet potatoes, made sausage and cheese balls, macaroni, peas, corn bread, a ham, and :ponders: is that all? i felt a lot busier. we pigged out and goofed off for a few hours, and i got my family to leave happy thanksgiving messages for owen. mom took forever just figuring out it was a machine, so the majority of hers is laughing; i had to leave two messages because of her. ;) doug's was the most sentimental: "you're a butt."
we played dominos, and now i should go help mom make food for the toys r us people tomorrow. since they don't get breaks, they're bringing food for them to eat. i've got to make more sausage balls and piggies. quoth nana: "you're a regular cook."
i get to go to shreveport, and i'm excited. my motherland awaits!
<3, chels.
sarah: "you're a geek."
me: "i know; it adds to my appeal. and by 'appeal' i mean, 'the reason no one likes me.' :makes snare and symbol sounds:"
p.s.: oh, and dude, get this: my 80-year-old great uncle-in-law (what a title, eh? he's papaw's sister's husband), chet, just got married to a 46-year-old woman. the grapevine says she's been in two terrible marriages and seemingly just wants someone to love and spend time with, but uncle chet is also loaded. i swear to god i'll knock that bitch out if she's just in it for the money, considering uncle chet's "got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel," as nana put it. i'll go up to arkansas and do it, i swear. i never spent that much time with him, but if he's in the mauldin family that means he's a great person. aunt sis (his late wife), the one who died from alzheimer's, was so sweet. she was the oldest of the seven mauldin kids. it's so sad that two of mamaw mauldin's kids died before she did (sis and marvin; marvin was sick with something i forget). okie, c'est tout.
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