tony blair is hott

last week nearly my entire dad's side of the family congregated here in the one and only rochester. in addition to the usual suspects from the midwest, the east coast rellies arrived! it was exciting because i have only spent time with them maybe twice that i can remember. i could talk about my east coast rellies forever, which i have to most people, simply because, well, i love them. my great aunt elinor grew up as a missionary's daughter in the jungles of india (for reals), then growing up to found the boston science museum with her husband, and now, she owns a WHOLE ISLAND off the coast of massachusetts. they are all like this, amazingly well-read, bilingual and have traveled the world, along with impossibly wealthy and intelligent. they have their east coastern way about them... bluntness in criticism and compliments along with some dark humor. i admire them for their openness most of all. on a little trip to the walker art center with my great aunt elinor (65+), 2nd cousin cathy (50some) and my mum, we got to talking about their love histories and the non-homogeneous cultures of the u.s. and her daughter coming out as a lesbian and marriage and children and pet cockatiels. they are interesting interesting people and the great thing is, they love to talk. not enough people are willing to share their feelings like that. oh, and i spent way too much time around my little cousins, who crack me up! because they talk like they're drunk when they're giggly.

yesterday was kissing at the zoo. kissing downtown. kissing in restuarants while "busing" it. kissing at a drive-in movie. saw chuck close. fell asleep to damien rice. pictures!

today was working. working with difficult people that consider late fees the complete end of the world.

of course there will never be enough time. i know this, but it still irritates me when i don't have time with my family or to stay up all night with people and the intimate chats, absurd questions, and the good stuff. i must muster up the energy to wake up tomorrow. ah! must muster.

addict

i'm sitting here in the middle of the kitchen, open and public, with the new weezer album, which i kinda like. that and cottage cheese (i know, i used to think it was gross) and 24. i am completely addicted. ooh, are addictions comforting.

i need to do 2 things:
1. stop being extremely critical of my friends and other people in general. it's getting a little ridiculous. i am judgmental about smoking and dating 26-year-olds... but only because smoking kills and he has bad taste in movies and wants to "settle down?!". i highly doubt that puncuation is correct. i am critical about others being critical. well that makes a whole lot of... crap.

2. get off my butt and volunteer or work for a cause other than making moo-lah for my nyc apartment and daily brugger's bagels trip.

make that 3... 3. finish harry potter. i realize that to many millions of kids this is old news, but it is so good and makes me excited all over again about all things harry potter.

what a werido. i am way too settled here in rochester in my parent's house. it's safe to say that i am even too content. i am not being challenged or tested or pushed. although i was much less "happy" during the school year, i think it's also safe to say that it was better and healthier than this current somewhat surreal life of instant gratification and not a lot of thinking. this is why i like to have my books and my friends close by.

and now, this very very good day will end with a nightly chat at solider's and me going to sleep at the grandma/em-time of 10pm, i hope.

"well, he believes in magic." -when we asked about his religion

gorgonzola tradition

i have many random questions about parenting. what kind of parent i want to be vs. will be and whether or not i will even be a parent. i should write to those ladies who specialize in this who write for that compost-bulletin and end up in the middle of the teen beat. although i am not pregnant, this curiousity comes to mind when i see people my age with kids and with recent findings of my own really old lists of what kind of parent i should be (including ridiculous points, such as, i should let my children buy as much candy as they want from the grocery store checkout line). also, i kind of want to cry whenever i drive through work zone areas on highway 52, just because i always think of those damn sappy radio "commercials" where some innocent, cutely-sounding little girl is begging you not to run over her dad while he is working his highway construction job. my materal instinct was confirmed existent when i took my two adorable, annoying, giggly cousins for a walk around my grandparent's neighborhood sidewalks. we skipped through sprinklers and stood on fire hydrants and played tea party with leaves and twigs and other simple, kiddy things that put things into perspective. it was then that i thought having kids (not the literal physically painful having, but you know) would not be terrible. wow though, having kids would be insane. my nonexistent kids are going to be insane.

after one classically delicious combination of sex & the city + pint of ben & jerry's, i am quite satisfied. yesterday i stayed in bed for about 4 hours after i woke up. it was lovely, to say the least. if it didn't make me feel like such a lazy buttmunch, i'd do it again tomorrow. ooh, i have decided that i am going to take pictures tomorrow. i don't take enough pictures, and i also don't write enough. i don't write enough of my life. yes, my life is fabulous. when i say fabulous, i mean at times like this, when there are people to love, a stimulating world and plain old goodness. i am living in a dreamy land of quirky thrills and lala. sadly, i often discard or forget many great/terrible things that tend to happen over the course of a day because i convince myself they are boring or inane. now is when i wish i was one of those obsessive bloggers who drool over their keyboards while typing out every second of every day. it's not too late i suppose. i'm still young.

"yesterday i ate a huge banana. it was AWESOME." -e