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This'll be my last update for a couple of days. I'm going away for the weekend, to visit my Gramma. I haven't seen her in ages... usually we go out there a lot more than we have been, but my mom hasn't seemed to want to lately. I think it's a lot of things- she doesn't want them to know her and my dad aren't getting along, and she doesn't want them to see me walking around in a righteous babe shirt and hairy legs, etc. etc. etc.
But we're finally going, so I guess that's good. I'm planning on going to see "Saving Private Ryan" tonight. I'm really nervous- I keep hearing about how the historian they showed it to made them stop so he could compose himself and how veterans are leaving the movie suicidal because it was so real it took them back.... but I'm going to go see it anyway. I figure I'll sit on the aisle and if worst comes to worst I'll just go out and play until it's over. I guess the first 25 minutes of the movie are the worst, and after that it isn't as violent... I have a class tonight before the movie. I really kind of enjoy those classes... it's probably just getting out and doing something that I enjoy, and I have nothing against the class itself or the subject matter or whatever. It's not hard stuff. I had the strangest dream last night... I dreamt that Henry was sleeping over (not that strange) only we were sleeping in the living room- he was on the floor, and I was sleeping on the window sill. In real life, a person could not sleep on the window sill. You can sit on it, but it's not big enough to sleep on.... and I was all curled up in blankets on the windowsill, looking out the window. And it was dark out, but all of a sudden I saw a car come up the driveway, and I knew exactly who it was- "j.a." ....I think I'd been expecting her. And she came up and Henry disappeared, and it was just the two of us and I told her I had changed her name on my webpage and I took her up to my crawl space to show her that I still have this shirt she left here years ago, and as soon as she got into my crawl space (which is a mess) she started picking things up and organizing things.... and that's all I can remember. It was just very strange. I've been having very strange dreams lately.... yesterday I dreamt that I was with Batman and Robin (I don't know whether I was one of them, or whether I was just with them...) and some badguy had made a symbol on the ground that we knew Batgirl would see when she was flying by, and she would respond somehow, and when she did the badguy would shoot her down, and we didn't know how to tell her it was a trap. Then my dad woke me up. Oh yeah, my dad took us to the fair yesterday. I love the fair. I always have. It's a hoky little place, where all the rides spin you around and around, and there are barns and barns filled with animals, and in the corners of the barns are bunk beds for the 4-H kids who stay with their animals all week... but I like it. There's all kinds of great stuff to look at- there's a building filled with all kinds of contests- who did the best canning or took the best photographs or painted the best picture. And there's a 4-H building that just shows all the crafts and such all the different 4-H groups did. And then there's all the animals... and there's a building with all kinds of stuffed animals... the real taxidermy kind... with moose heads and bears and there was even a monkey. I don't like that building too much. And right next to it there's a building to promote hunting, and it even had a sign that said "Kids who hunt, trap, and fish, don't mug little old ladies." ...I thought that was stretching it a bit, seeing as how it seems like most of the kids who shoot up their schools hunted. ^' '^ (it's a shrug. Deal with it.) And then there's the commercial building, where they sell sewing machines and cheap jewelry, and there's always a couple of tattoo trailers set up, if you want to get a tattoo while you're at the fair... and there's some of those circus type things where you pay a dollar to go see a "Gorilla Girl" or "The Incredible Headless Woman" And fairs have great food. My all time favorite food is sno-cones (even though I'm not sure they actually count as food...) and you can buy them everywhere at the fair... and they have the best curly-Q french fries where you stand there and watch them put the potato through the machine to cut it up right when you say you want french fries. And I'm told the sausage sandwiches are pretty good, but I don't eat meat. And of course you can get cotton candy and taffy and candied apples and basically all that food that's really really bad for you. :-) And while you're eating the really-bad-for-you food, you can waste a fortune on all those great little games... throw a ball into a fishbowl and win a goldfish, break a balloon with a dart and win one of those little mirror pictures in a cardboard frame... and my favorite is I Got It, where you sit down and throw little rubber balls into this box thingy that has holes in the bottom of it for the little rubber balls, and you have to get five in a row before anybody else does to win and then you yell "I got it!" ...it's kinda like BINGO, only it's not. :-) Okay people, so I suppose I've spouted enough. The earliest the next entry will be is Monday, unless something terrible happens and we don't go, but you're welcome to come back anyway and read all the archives. :-) |