*sigh* where do i begin? i'm craving rootbeer. and i miss stampede, and jewlee. dan dan duh dun dun. this is a very special entry, because not only is it the first one in a long time, but i have a new secretary who is FABULOUS at shorthand. *chortles* maybe not so fabulous. for some reason it feels as though summer is winding to a close. i have done nothing substantial to commemorate such a tremulous year.

i feel like richie tenenbaum in the opening minutes of the movie "the royal tenenbaums." when i am queen of europe, this is how i will write my memoirs, and only my closest confidant shall take shorthand, and be privy to the inner workings of a mastermind such as myself. *sneezes* but for now, i rule only my room and my closest confidant is the beauteous maximus, alex.

so last night, it began as a simple white trash date. we started off at the notorious Frank Sisson's Silver Dollar Casino for a 5 pin competition; dictator-style. then, to continue a fabulously trashy night, we proceeded to Hooters, where there was an abundance of testosterone and cinnamon toast crunch thighs. we ditched the squares, and my confidant and i continued our evening with classier activities (ie: fireball whisky, sour puss and fish creek and a bush). after i was thoroughly sauced, my right hand man drove me to sunset and vine, where i staggered on in like a honky tonk queen amongst a jukebox court, closely followed by a blue monday and a vodka paralyser (because the blender was broken), and some more sour puss. the next thing i remember, i was sitting beside a fellow fag hag discussing shop talk and the like. hmm. she was nice, which is more than i can say for her fag. i promptly went home to paris hilton and a bagel. my last thoughts upon passing out: "i'm gonna have one helluva hangover tomorrow."

journeying forth into the next day, i awoke fresh and full of energy like a [b]SUNBURST[/b]! upon waking this morning, miraculously without hangover, i reflected upon the past 5 months, and had realised i drink way too much. i've also picked up many unsavoury talents and habits that i wish no longer affected my person. times they are a changin', and pretty soon i will be 18, an official adult without the ability of acting like one. onward onto college, now officially. i have passed my math 30 by the skin of my teeth, and no longer do i have to think about such frivolous things such as equations. thank god. but i'm not quite sure if i really want to go to some two-bit college by the highway. i need some life experience to pick up better habits and somehow become adult-like, with corporate business suits and stern faces and confidence for every situation. thinking about it now, i realise that i have a long way to go and maybe me transforming into such a thing will never happen. in that case, i'll just live with my parents the rest of my life. *chuckle*

speaking of parents, this brings up the thought of family, and during stampede there were some interesting twists and turns in the plot. first, the marriage of my grandparents has officially crumbled. my papa, who i had previously thought to be someone of strict moral conduct and of good moral stature (aka: my hero), had been cheating on my grandmother for 5 years. ever since i was 12, that is a pretty, pretty long time to fake being a family man, and it got me thinking, "what other things has he been faking?". it was as if he cheated on me with another grandchild or something. needless to say, he hasn't called to explain or even talk, which weirdly has brought me closer to lee, as both have to be there for my grandmother. we actually have conversations now, which i never expected to happen. so i guess that whole "closing a door, opening a window" thing holds true sometimes... but i liked the door open. now that things are good with my father, i realise that relations with my mother have deteriorated into short, struggled conversations that escalate occasionally into big, explosive arguments. i can't wait to get out of the house.

until next time, i remain queen amelia of the [color=purple]purple[/color] bedroom.

ACSH/pakp

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: The Killers - Everything's gonna be alright