Emotions are ephemeral, like flowers and beauty. When they appear, it’s your duty to appreciate them. – Colleen, Just a Kiss (2002)

Uh-oh. Family members read my blog. Quick– RUN!!!!!!!!!

Actually, reading is an understatement. According to my sister, my blog “has been read, printed, read aloud, photocopied and recopied again.” Just so you know the enormity of the transgression. I know they’re touched (although I can’t imagine with what.) but your family members reading your blog is tantamount to them practically splitting your gut open and reading your thoughts written on your spleen. Yes, it’s a major invasion of privacy. Especially when you think with your spleen.

Fine, so the internet is fair ground when it comes to what is public and what is private. There goes my plan to announce my devirginization* on my blog.

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 Remember what I was saying about taking the leap? It sounds exciting and dangerous and completely new but when you do take the leap, you’re done. It’s going to be a different playing field. Everything will be different from now on.

 Or not. Maybe not if you don’t really feel it. Maybe not if you do not invest the emotions needed in order to feel it. But you feel powerful either way.

I’m sorry if I cannot be more specific on what exactly I’m talking about. It’s a bit complicated and unresolved and completely stupid. It’s something about what I did the other day when I’m, uh, otherwise indisposed.

This is exactly why relatives shouldn’t read my blog! Argh.

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So again, the planned Kabird outing was moved until further notice. So was a highschool gang night out. People had other important things to work on, and I completely understand that. But I cannot help but be depressed as the weekend stretched before me with the knowledge that I would be alone at home, rotting. It just hurt that my life is so barren everyone else had things happening to them while I was stuck with Cable Tv living my life for me.

I didn’t rot though. Thank God Brian called and invited me to Benjie’s grad party, which was a blast. Thank God my brother was cool enough to let me play DanceFreaks at Timezone (where I made a complete fool out of myself, since he was also playing and he was very good at it. I got a score of Class E and the damned machine was insulting me already.) It was great that we got to spend time over lunch at Teriyaki Boy and enjoyed a sumptous bowl of Yakimeshi and Teriyaki Chicken.  It’s great that though my brother and I aren’t that close, he can be easily bribed with a promise of food and a movie.

*hasn’t happened and generally not a goal and added only for the shock value. If you have at least a couple degrees of sanguinity with me, here’s a thought: go ahead and read. But if you ever rag me about what I wrote, you’re gonna get beaten to a pulp!

~ by denice on 30 April, 2007.