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Why I don't talk to my family.
May. 13th, 2003 10:55 pmMy brother came over about six hours earlier than he said he would, as he was supposed to crash here at the end of his shift and catch the early bus back to Saratoga when his car is in the shop. He said he'd be here at midnight, which was fine. 6 was not. I was studying. Well, really I was intending to study and actually looking at apartments, and packing furiously. I'm not sure how possible this multiple room dweelling will be. Nothing that we can actually get hold of is either big enough or cheap enough, and once again I think I'm having misgivings abotu the practicality of sharing a space. Remy said he found a place that was 1600 and had five bedrooms, but they have not called back. And since we have two weeks left, I really need to know where mail is going to be sent, where all my stuff is goign to be, and I really don't feel like living on a sidewalk somewhere. This is summer, and if you're going to be homeless these are the months, but I really don't feel like revisiting that part of my past right now. I'd kinda like to feel like I'm advancing a little in my life. Besides, how would I manage to get online? And how would I get a shower every morning? It's the little things, really. So if by the end of this week we don't have a definate place, then I'm seriously looking for a single bedrom, or a large studio. Consider this a very serious warning. Desperation can only go so far, and luck does not seem to transfer well from one person to another. As a house finder I can do well in securing my own dwelling, however sketchy that might be, and this does extend pretty well for the people attatched to me. (Case in point being this apartment, found at the very end of the line, and we got it that night.) But it doens't seem to be doing very well with everyone else's space. Or there really sin't anything big open now. Either way, it's really sucking greatly. I could have possibly goetten a place today, but I'm not in New Paltz to look at it, and can't get there. So I have to trust other people to do things themselves, and I don't trust people. Ever. Liking them is an entirely different matter, but I am a firm adherent to the philosophy that if you want something done, do it yourself.
So yes, my brother. He came over, and I gave him liverwurst. Yes, I had some in the refrigerator. Yes, I eat it sometimes. Deal. And then he talked about black metal bands and how cool they are and something about eating a dead band member's brain. I tried to block him out, but you know, he's big. So is his voice, and it was a very small room. And I decided that it would be a good idea to study for the final tomorrow. He didn't really get the point. And then he decided to lecture me on how I'm using the wrong sole leather for my shoes, and that I'm using the soles of men's dress shoes. Yes Liam, I know. It's all I could get. I do what I can with what Ive got, at least for the dummy versions. These are to test for fit, not much more. And to wear. :) But for the real ones, yes I really do intend to get the right leather, for the time period. Which he'd still bitch about.... Seeing as he was trained in *modern* shoemaking.
We went to dinner, without Liam, who went out for a walk, and an SUV full of skinheads pulled over and asked if we'd seen him. I was amused. How'd they know it was us? And why were skinheads in an SUV?
He's really knot a convincing Nazi. He's too nice, if really odd. He has friends of too many other races to really convince anyone, he just won't sleep with them. While I can understand that opinion, I don't support it. Still it's not as bad as hating everyone. But there's something really weird about a Nazi preaching Black Power.
And in the time it's taken to write this (longer than it should have when doing several things at once) It would appear that getting a house together is more of an option. An increasingly...interesting...one, as we compromise with reality for actual size versus desires, but still. This may yet work.
So yes, my brother. He came over, and I gave him liverwurst. Yes, I had some in the refrigerator. Yes, I eat it sometimes. Deal. And then he talked about black metal bands and how cool they are and something about eating a dead band member's brain. I tried to block him out, but you know, he's big. So is his voice, and it was a very small room. And I decided that it would be a good idea to study for the final tomorrow. He didn't really get the point. And then he decided to lecture me on how I'm using the wrong sole leather for my shoes, and that I'm using the soles of men's dress shoes. Yes Liam, I know. It's all I could get. I do what I can with what Ive got, at least for the dummy versions. These are to test for fit, not much more. And to wear. :) But for the real ones, yes I really do intend to get the right leather, for the time period. Which he'd still bitch about.... Seeing as he was trained in *modern* shoemaking.
We went to dinner, without Liam, who went out for a walk, and an SUV full of skinheads pulled over and asked if we'd seen him. I was amused. How'd they know it was us? And why were skinheads in an SUV?
He's really knot a convincing Nazi. He's too nice, if really odd. He has friends of too many other races to really convince anyone, he just won't sleep with them. While I can understand that opinion, I don't support it. Still it's not as bad as hating everyone. But there's something really weird about a Nazi preaching Black Power.
And in the time it's taken to write this (longer than it should have when doing several things at once) It would appear that getting a house together is more of an option. An increasingly...interesting...one, as we compromise with reality for actual size versus desires, but still. This may yet work.
