Me: Oh, Ro...I mean, Uschi, oh baby, yeah, come on baby...
Uschi: I went to go see Napolian Dynamite tonight due to my sister's begging cajolling and dragging (I dislike theaters) and it was way funny. And some guy recognised me from Calculus class (with the only mowhawk on campus it's not hard to recognise me) and introduced himself and kept talking to me before and after the feature. He told me his name and I don't remember it. I think that might make me a bad person... but it doesn't matter. He'll probably say hi on thursday and it'll be fine. I hope it doesn't turn out like last semester when I got a stalker from that class who didn't stop dropping by my home unannounced until I moved and didn't let him know where... Anyways, so after the BBQ in Denver yesterday I was poopadooped for some bizarre reason. Maybe it was spending 14 consecutive hours with Mom and she kept arguing with me about how homosexuals are (apparently) also all pedophiles and unnatural people unworthy of trust or respect. She is also convinced that I'll soon get some epifimy (sp) and believe in her god so I won't burn in hell for all eternity. You know what's hard about Christian friends and relitives? They are all so sad about my final destination. I'm not worried 'cause I'm agnostic, see? But they sometimes get this sad look on their face... ~sigh~ So my sister got this sweet new computer since her old one sucks. It even has a DVD recorder and enough memory to impress the three tech-geeks we know. Don't ask me for a figure. I don't have it. This morning I woke up feeling really odd. Last night I was so beat I went to bed practically comotose already after getting home from the BBQ. I tried really hard to wake up at ten thirty this mornng. I stayed up for almost an hour, even ate breakfast my sister cooked and read the comics. But then I went back to bed and slept through most of the day (until after three), a visit from Julie's Boyfriend Andrew's hyper bipolar brother, and my Mom talking to them all about the current Russia Terrorism situation. They even came in my room and talked to me and dropped off some stuff and I didn't notice. But I woke up feeling better and spent an hour or so at the comic store. Wheee! I miss rollercoasters. I've only been on one once and it was with Dad and he knocked off my glasses so all I saw was a blurry nothing, but it was a thrilling sensation and I think one day I'll have to return to Elitch Gardens (six flags) and ride rollercoasters. And Tower of Terror. I wanna try freefall. And that centrepetal barrel it way fun to spin in. And the teacups kick all ass. If you read this far go get yourself a cookie and slap your own face for paying so fucking much attention to some dumbass random boring depiction of my life. I mean seriously now. I'm just typing. Nothing to say but I want to say it anyhow. This is the best post I have ever written.
