oh, now i remember why i was hesitant at first to live with my mom next year. it’s because after about three hours i wanted to walk in front of a bus. she whacked my leg, and i asked why she had done that, and she told me to rephrase the question because i was being defensive.
it’s entirely likely that i am defensive, but that is because i have to defend myself against her. otherwise the conversation will be all about how i’m obese, and i am wearing the wrong clothes and they don’t look good on me, and i shouldn’t be spending so much money (none of which, incidentally, is contributed by her), and i should be planning my future differently, and i’m generally a bad person. well, fine, these things may all be true, but i don’t really feel i have to just sit there and discuss it with her. i cover all those topics quite well all by myself, and i don’t need her help in beating myself up.
anyway, assuming i’m in portland next year, i won’t be living with her any longer than it takes to get a job and a place.
in other news, i have become a non-homework-doing, fiction-reading MACHINE! last week i checked out indian killer on thursday at about 3:30, and i had finished it, AND written about a third of a paper, by midnight. the book was good. intense, easy to read (clearly), and still stuck in my head, five days later. then this weekend i finished eva moves the furniture, whose LC cataloging-in-publication subject headings say it’s about scotland and imaginary friends. also good. sad, and kind of … rainy. i don’t really know what that means. i was down at folklife when i finished that and i had more time to kill, so i bought possession for $2. it is intense in a different way. i had a harder time than usual getting into the writing style, but now that i am used to it, and now that things are actually happening, i think i enjoy it.
now to return to your regularly scheduled taking out of the garbage and packing up of the desk drawers and shelves. boo for moving.
(song: “the past and pending,” the shins)
well, assuming you’re in portland next year, you could always room with me… (ignoring the basic fact that we would drive each other nuts) but there would be a few perks – first, i am in no position to criticize you on anything you say grammatically speaking, of course, second, i have no complaints about your spending habits (provided you go to concerts with me) and third – i am MUCH more obese than you, so those comments are right out.
you keep saying we would drive each other nuts. i don’t really think that. i have a few basic rules pertaining to putting things away in the kitchen and hair in sinks and locking, but not slamming, doors, and i am willing to listen to others’ basic rules, so i think it would be fine. plus we could have beatles dance parties every night!
i think it would be fun.
Read comics.
Read comics.
Read comics.
I wish I did not have a permanent sort of roommate, and was semi-movable to Portland. If I could, I would SO move to Portland to room with you! And have kitties! Let’s ignore the fact that I am really, really bad at having roommates. I could learn. =)
Okay, I am going to respond to your email TODAY! I am in an i-miss-lauren-so-much mood.
Also. I am so mad at what mothers can do to their daughters. Because I’m pretty sure you only think those things about yourself because she told you to. I wish that friends could undo it… we can’t, but we’ll just keep telling you you’re wonderful anyway. [hug]
You’re always welcome in Tillamook!
You’re always welcome in Bury St Edmunds!
I miss you too, lauren! so much!
Live with me! Live with me! Seriously, though, we do have an extra room with a bed and everything, and you would be more than welcome with us. We’re not quite as centrally located as your mom, but we are close to a bus line, within walking distance of the library and other fun things, and won’t say bad things about you that make you defensive.