...and then the rain comes
2005-Dec-17, Saturday 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

Grr. My Mom wants me to get tickets form southwest for my brother to come and visit us on Christmas. We weren’t even thinking about bringing him home for this Christmas till one of my cousins mentioned that he’d fly him over. Then Bub got all excited about being able to come, and when said cousin reverted back to his lame-ass ways and pulled out But got all depressed. Now Mom wants to get him down here, but we don’t have the money, so she talks to Dad, and he says fine. We’ll buy him a one way ticket now and see what we see later.
Also, we’re getting ready to go to a weddings this afternoon. Mom was lamenting about how the weather was and all, but I told her that in every culture I’ve ever heard of rain was a sign of good fertility. Not that I’m sure I want to see this girl reproduce...
Ok, so this girl, who I’ll kindly refer to as Sissy, has supposedly been friends with me since I was born. We grew up together, we always played together, then we both turned 10 and grew apart. Her because she’s a tad bit self-absorbed and had other things she wanted to immerse herself in, and me because I got a clue. However, out of ‘old times’ and my parent’s constant prodding, I’ve decided to attend the wedding. At the very least it will aggravate me to the point that I’ll get an idea for a fan fic and start writing. It’s not like I’m planning on going to the reception or anything.
And that’s my morning so far. Dad brought home this army-like game where you have two guns and a few heat-seeking missiles and you have to kill everyone coming at you. I played and got up to level 21. It’s one of the few things that’ve made me feel a bit better about this day.
I don’t wanna close that stupid southwest airline web site thingy yet, because I don’t know if Mom wants to take advantage of it or not yet...for some reason, my mom seems to believe that if you print out the web site, it’ll forever immortalize it and you can come back to it any time...Oh well. Maybe I’ll play some more of Dad’s game...
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