If anyone reading this recalls, this past Midsummer for me was spent flying across the United States, oh joy. And yes, actually, it was a joy. Well . . . my stay got extended. To August first. So, no New York Sabbat celebrations for ickle Janie-kins. I may end up celebrating a day early - I've always celebrated Lughnassadh at my grandparents, and this may be my last year staying up here, unless I got to one of the local colleges. Deity knows I won't go to one in The State Of That Which Is Too Warm And Humid. So . . . yes, juzt found out that today after babysitting my adorable (read: one bratty and one lonely) cousins. Ah, Genna, how dost thou annoy me . . . Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that I pissed off Karma there, possibly for repeatedly flicking my cousin Lucas' ear and holding him in a loose chokehold for stealing my seat . . . Yes, we roughhouse far too much for my Aunt's comfort.
Speaking of Lucas, that leads me to my next topic! He's doing this Shakespeare in the Park thing with his local community theatre program, and this is their second night, pr rather yesterday as of one hour ago was their second night, of - I think it's twelve - several performing King Richard. He's Prince Edward, and I loved the whole thing. But it's the whole after the play thing that I get to my point. Yes, sleep deprived as I am, I do have one. Well, the second half of one. THe acting was the first half, so bleghhhh.
. . . Ignore my childishness. I blame it on Scully. Because I can.
To be very, bluntly, honest, Lucas and I are giant kids around each other. So, tonight, after getting back to his house, the middle schooler and I, mature high school student that I - feel free to laugh at that - got into a bit of a squabble, leading to me signing 'fuck you.' He didn't get it, of course, which was entirely the point since I know he doesn't know ASL, but things . . . did not go quite as I had expected them to.
He started jumping around like a mentally deficient ape. This led to much tackling, tattling, and a sticking-out-your-tongue-war.
I won, of course.
But gah, cousins. Life. Go bother someone else, pretty please?
Other than that . . . . I'm having my birthday in a few days, and mentally beating myself with a hammer for not bringing my BoS, because my Uncle Ron is in the hospital and I have a healing spell in there that I REALLY think would help, so now I'm teed off that I don't have it on hand. Still going to be casting one, but I wish I could do mine, mostly because I've used it before and know it works. If anyone reading wants to pray/cast a healing spell/send positive thoughts to him, please, do. We're all worried for him, and he's in a lot of pain from the blood clots and everything else I'm 'too young to know about.' His nurse was an hour anfd a half late with his pain meds, and he was crying form the pain. He never cries.
My two cousins - his sons - are visiting him everday with my Aunt, and he seems pretty happy when they're around. Is it silly that I'm jealous of them because I know my Uncle doesn't care that they're boys? I sometimes wonder if my dad doesn't wish I'd been a son instead, because it tends to seem like it.
*sighs*
Feeling thoroughly depressed,
- Janie L.
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