2003-05-25 - 10:46 p.m.
I'm at my mom's house, here to feed her cat. My parents are not divorced, they live together and are actually kind of in love, but I always refer to them separately, my mom's house, my dad's car, etc. I kind of hate them as two, as my parents, but separately I love them both for their specifics. I had a pretty terrible weekend. What did I do? I hardly remember. That boy from last weekend, my high school crush, never called me. I went out both nights but didn't even get drunk. I watched many, many movies--maybe 6? I think that's an understatement. Ranging from Queen of the Damned to Far From Heaven. In quality, ranging in quality. It's rained here and been cold, of course. I saw a band called Japanther, they were okay. I felt like I didn't get them, I don't think I did. They were too loud for me, I am so square. I danced a little bit to some oldies that got played at the party afterwards, I felt awkward. I snapped my fingers and kind of tried to do the Twist. I avoided eye contact. Everyone there was so nice, the trendy girls were the cutest and everyone was smiling at everyone else. It smells like cat shit here. (my poor cat, she is so old now. I can feel her bones through the fur on her back, and in her small arms as they wrap around my knee. Her shit really smells bad. She might be sick, but none of us want to take her to the doctor, because we don't like to see her upset. At least, I don't.)
