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	angel_bob (profile) wrote, on 9-25-2004 at 7:41pm
Subject: An update of epic proportions
I never update anymore. Ben got a new car. I named it Julio Hernandez because Julio, according to him, wasn't cool enough for such a kick butt POS. Ben and I were supposed to do Race for the Cure today but we got lost. Well, we knew where we were, we just didn't know how to get to the mall. So at 9, we finally ended up where we knew we were but it was far too late to drive 40 minutes to be late, not run and get free food. We went and woke up Katie at 10:15. I pounced on her bed. She miaowed. It was great. For a long while, we sat around not doing anything. I played with Ben's hair and gave him a lazy back massage. Katie gave him a non-lazy back massage and we both just laid around Ben. Ben and I headed back to his house since Katie needed to get up and do chores since her German buddy Janina came today. Ben's mommy (who I lurve to death) made Ben and I PB&J samiches and Ben and I went to see Without a Paddle because we were up and about anyway. That is an odd movie. I liked the mountain man. Dr. Hobo-esque. Ben and I headed back to his house, played on his computer and watched I Love the 90's before he had to go to work and took me home. I ate brownies that Hannah and Buddy made, ate dinner and just got done watching Smoke Signals so Ashley and Kelly don't kill me on Monday. That's a good movie. I hope the book is half as good. I have to write 9 (handwritten) pages on any book or whatever for AP Lit by Monday. I have a paper for Japanese due Wednesday. I have some Physics Concepts crap due Monday but I forgot my Physics book so I'll have to do that on Monday morning. Shayna and I are going to try to get together tomorrow to practice our stupid Japanese crap. Our presentations are stupid fashion shows like we did in French 1. I dress up on Wednesday and Shayna describes what I wear. Shayna dresses up on Thursday and I describe what she wears. Blah blah blah. I don't update much anymore and I'd apologize but it's not important and I don't care. I don't comment much either but it's not important and you shouldn't care. You know I love you, you know I care about you. Amanda broke her ankle. It makes me sad. I don't see her much. I wonder if she can drive... Nick's working until 10, Ben's working until 9:30/10, Janina (which is a beautiful name) is here so Katie and her family are probably all busy fussing over her. She comes to school on Monday. Rock hard. I'm going to go to the Homecoming football game probably. Not the dance unless Janina wants to go maybe. Blah blah. I love you all. How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often or forever when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all. Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying our mothers, for divorcing, or not divorcing our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing or leaning, for shutting doors, for speaking through walls or never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age or in theirs? Or in their deaths? Saying it to them, or not saying it? If we forgive our fathers what is left?
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