my brother can make a mean banana split, i think that makes up for
the fact that hes a pansy

how to summarize my week? well it was pretty strange, so i wanted to write about it, and then i got bogged down because of a violin concert and my econ class started today. i also wanted to write angrily about my brother because of an incident during a card game.

now almost all of my steam's blow off so im not gonna go into too much detail. 2 problems. when i play a card game with him i cant win, because i either lose, or start getting ahead of him and then he gets pissy and leaves. the second problem is that my dad, who is usually a part of the card game, inevitably sides with him and tries to make me feel like a really evil person who should go to hell. by being an older sibling, most people at least get the benefit of being able to kick ass during card games, but not me. to make a long story shorter, i teach b and d how to play, b doesnt like to listen and does some stupid shit that obviously puts him at a disadvantage, the first round he starts falling behind he decides he doesnt want to play, d realizes the importance of not raising a pissy brat with no character and tells him to stay, we start game over and b again puts himself at a disadvantage, b decides because he is not winning he cant play and starts to storm off, i tell him he is a sore loser, d forgets the importance of not raising a pissy brat with no character and completely coddles him, b leaves, d gives me "well now look what youve done, i hope your happy that youre such a bad person".

4 days later b makes me an ice cream sundae. hmm... that might get him a temporary pardon.

ok now to briefly mention some of the strangeness of last week, one morning i wake up at 5:50 with the noise of a very loud helicopter passing by, i then procede to stare out at the slightly pink sky, think of tuscany and get italysick, then after watching several airplanes going by wonder "is the air always this busy before sunrise?". 2 hours later my mom wakes me up, tells me people are searching for a would-be-convict who escaped and she is going to lock me in the house with bronte while shes out, i sleep for a few hours and start thinking if the convict broke into the house anywhere but the kitchen, bronte wouldnt be able to protect me from him very well. so i let her outside.

another day im eating at the town center with tara and i notice some very upright (i mean, she walked like a cypress, if you can visualize that) lady in high heels with predictable louis bag walked by a few times staring at me all the while. 50s i think, wearing nice makeup, etc. creepy, because of the staring. then tara informed me discreetly that she had sat down at a table behind my back, facing us, and was continuing to stare. then tara whispered that the lady was muttering under her breath, without breaking her stare at me/us. odd, because most crazy ladies dont walk around with stillettos and thousand-dollar bags. minutes later i laugh and feel something come out of my nose. im glad tara is turned away because i know shes not a fan of my insanitary antics and gross stories, and probably wouldnt enjoy having to see something shoot out of my nose. then i realize, oh shit, my nose is bleeding. i walk by some teenagers who stare at me like "woah..." and terrify the man in the "wraps" place enough for him to give me a stack of napkins. well after several minutes of trying to avoid the inevitable, i DO lie down on the public bathroom floor because the flow is just not slowing down and since when have i been a sanitary person? i sorta got a kick out of the women bringing their kids to the bathroom with them and stepping over the sprawled-out-on-the-floor-covered-in-blood-character (plus i was wearing sunglasses so she probably couldnt tell if my eyes were open) while her kids lagged behind to stare at me. she probably thought i was some weird homeless lady who'd lost most of the cartilage in her nose through years of snorting crack. with a nice jacket, from a 30% off storewide sale at guess. then i took my jacket off, prefering to get the bathroom dirt on the cheap shirt that didnt fit me very well that i had already dropped blood on. i pulled away my first batch of napkins with a thick gooey clot of blood on it and set it down on the floor to entertain the spectators. i should add, too, that at this moment tara was doing exactly what i would have wanted her to do- guarding my quesadilla (and purse).

when the excitement of looking like a victim from an intense battle began to fade away, and i remembered again how unpleasant blood pouring down your throat for more than 5 minutes feels, i realized i might not be able to win this battle alone, as brave as i (thought i) looked. i took off my sunglasses to seem less like a homeless crackhead and someone brought me some water. that did make my throat feel bettER, but there was a lot more blood left to be swallowed. it is also difficult to get the water to go in your mouth 100% of the time when you are lying on the ground, so i gradually created a puddle of public-bathroom-sludge around me and on the back of my shirt. when tara came in and saw my condition (not the blood, but where i was lying) i saw by the look on her face she was thinking about how much bacteria i was acquiring and she asked if i could get up. "no, that is definitely the worst thing i could do right now... do you think im gonna start worrying about germs NOW?"

after more than 10 minutes of this shit, my throat hurt like hell, i felt like i was suffocating, and the swamp i was lying in was making me cold. no longer interested in being a hero, my inner pansy kicked in and i cried a little. but once the whole disgusting ordeal was over, and i stood up and tossed my blood-clotted napkins into the trash that were bothering tara, she remarked on how the blood all over me reminded her of kill bill. and then i was again interested in looking like a hero and considered leaving at least the streak of blood down my arm... it was pretty cool, after all

well i returned to my quesadilla which had probably already been spat on by kids and shat on by bugs but (i spared you this part of the story earlier) was REALLY expensive, and only threw out the guacamole because it had blood in it. i also left my mark on the pavement next to the table, which was awesome. but back to the creepy staring lady. there are only 2 possible explanations to my spontaneous major nosebleed. a. she was a witch, and b. she was a voodoo lady. take your pick.

now i still need to say just a leetle about my econ class, but im afraid if i write anymore, my computer is going to explode. so ill save that for later.

p.s. although there are 3 people in the world who care and none of them will ever see this journal, my violin concert went pretty damn well, thank you

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