Don is making an omellete

Ok, I was strapped for a title. Oh man, and there's a heapin' big mosquito on the keyboard. Such is life, in the summer, in my house, where the screens likely have holes :)

Today was very much uneventful. I woke up at 8AM, cooking like an egg on the couch due to direct sun and all my blankets. I crawled to the floor and fell asleep there. ahh, the joys of waking up alone? Eventually, around noon, I re-awoke and went about brushing my teeth and attempting some breakfast. I was just getting settled chatting with Dave, when the van rolled in and Mom, Dad, and Don arrived.

What ensued from the minute they walked in was a long, frustrating block of time I don't care to rehash in great detail. To sum it up, Don had a great time, scored tremedously well on his placement exams, and made a million friends--which was all fine and great by me. But then Mom just would NOT stop talking about all of it, and how funny it was that Gerstacker, Hiram's new science building, would fit in a "leeetttlle itty bittty corner of the WVU's new biology building." I don't know why this stuff always bugs me, this teasing of Hiram's size. But what really frustrated me was that I couldn't defend my school, because the minute I did I knew it would be "Oh now, big sister's jealous I think!" from mom, who for the moment considered Don the golden boy of the millenium. I just don't like being unable to defend or really react in any way but a spacey "ooh, that's greeeat" kind of way. If I do react, mom is unstable enough emotionally that she'll get ragingly upset, and then dad will yell at me, and then despite the fact I never give them ANY trouble, never rebelled much, always got good grades, was nice to my brother even when he was the biggest jerk alive. . . I'm still the evil bad one. And to top it all off, there was a long line of criticisms for me in regards to how the house had been kept in the ONE DAY I was there alone. Thanks for the gratitude, folks.

Only other big event today was watching "AI" which was a great thing to have done. I can see why it totally fizzled at the box office, mainly because it's a very though-provoking movie--and that hardly ever works out. WOW, though. I was really freaking impressed. I highly recommend it, especially if you liked "Blade Runner." It ever-so-gently paralells a famous fairytale, in such a way that really is nothing short of beautiful. I loved it. And yeah, I cried at times. I never used to cry so much. . . it's a curious thing. Seems like it doesn't take much at all anymore. But that's ok, being easily moved isn't so bad. . .you should see how easy it is to be happy!