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Sunday, May 01, 2005


Uninvited Guest Collazo Edition

Temperment:Relieved
Record: "Knief of Romance" by Phi

Thank goodness!! Back in Macon where it's safe. My mother's sisters came to visit (uninvited as the title states) for Ben's communion. Although I do not claim to be a very good Catholic {throws on blue baseball hat with a white B on it and holds up little penant that says "Go Ben!"} I am, in fact, a supporter of all my brother's endevors.

He did pretty darn good! He was one of the shorter kids but one of the older group but he was one of the only ones that didn't grimmace when comsuming the Christ Chex or the wine. When he gets older I might show him the Cook Comedy special with the Catholic jokes. He hates mass...and Sunday school...is that for most kids? I know I hated it, but well I dunno.

Now on to the dimmer side of the weekend. The Aunts were brutial, and constantly comparing me to the golden girl of our familiy, Rosalie. Let me tell you about Rosalie. Rosalie is 2 years my senior, has perfect teeth, perfect figure, a model in fact, and everyone loves her. She's just sooooo darn friendly ::blank face, monotone voice:: Kinda flighty actually but whatever. She goes the the beauty salon every weekend and gets her hair done and nails and she wears just enough make-up and dresses nice. Anyway...she lives with her brother, working with her brother, at a job her brother got her. Yeah....soooo uh huh.

Now in comparision! I am the not so trim (because we have heftier ones in my family among the cousins), stained teeth (in my defense those were the antibiotics that I took from about being born to age 9), quiet, moody one. I live in a dormitory with Quita, and work 2 jobs ^_^ one of which I got all by myself and the other one Quita poked her boss and said the Rican there is employable and you need folk--hire her. I have poofy hair and bite by nails and no makeup.I dunno...I can always say I'm smarter. Its kinda hurtful when your family takes everything you've always disliked about yourself and point it out to you and say--yeah yeah its even worse than you think there, kiddo.

Moving on.

My mom stepped in at one point, which didn't do much but I was happy that she tried. I'm not exactly special in my families eyes. Of course....now that I reeeeaaallly think about it...no one on this blog ring is really...all that endorsed by their families.

Um....FIGHT TYRANNY TO THE DEATH!!!!!!!!!!

1 Comments:

Blogger Peter said...

... Ahhh, yes, this reminds me of how exciting it will be to go home for summer vacation. Wheeee.

>_< ... damn families. We owe them so much, yet at the same time...

6:35 PM  

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