Thursday, July 14, 2005

How quick the sun can drop away.
Comments on commentary-

Elfy- Maybe it's bad that doesn't surprise you.

Neil- I dunno, I was kind of surprised by the injury myself. Oh well.

Steal away. Everything here is stealable.

We are servants of our formulaic ways.

I owe the majority of whoever is left of my readership something resembling a real update, so I suppose instead of being lazy about it I'll get it done. Alot of things have occured since the last long winded tirade of a post that wasn't a survey or a bunch of quizzes, but none of it is really that mind blowing. Well, I mean, to me it isn't but.. anyway.

I met my half sister on the July 4th weekend. The synopsis of what occured is that my parents discovered a obituary for her step mother in the paper and pressured me into going. I was somewhat nervous as I'm not much of a social butterfly, let alone a person to play the role of the "lost relative" who just appears at a funeral and says 'HELO THAR' to everyone. I drove down to Floresville which is about an hour or so away from me to the south. There's nothing there. Trees, buildings, crappy roads. I was kind of wondering how to approach the situation- I decided that the easiest way to determine who Moses [my sister's father] happened to be, was to wait to see who was being consoled the most. I sat through the funeral patiently in the back [it was reimnescent of a bad movie, but I held on to what little patience I have anymore] until the funeral was over and people formed a line to give condolences to the family. Moses turned out to be a rather underwhelming person [especially after all I had heard about him of the the last X amount of years], but he was sobbing pretty badly. I felt pretty bad and decided that I couldn't really drop the 'lost relative' bombshell on him there- I waited until the graveside service. I just offered my condolences to him at the funeral parlor itself and bled out into my car to head to the graveyard. A short ride later, we arrived at a rather quaint graveyard. There, they went through the normal formalities and people were starting to trickle out- a 'now or never' sort of alert message flashed in my head. I snaked through the crowd as best a large person can and said "Excuse me, I wanted to know if you remembered me- my name is Kenneth Howell."

There was this sort of awkward, seconds long silence where his face transitioned through the various cycles of shock, awe and otherwise. Finally, he nodded and said "Yeah, yeah.. you're Monique's half brother." He fumbled a bit and stepped back to bring forth this short little petite teenage girl. He whispered in her ear that I was Kenneth Howell- she said she remembered the name. He continued and said that I was her half brother, and further expressions of shock followed. It was somewhat amusing from my angle, but I suppose it was only natural to them. The discussion sort of ended there because they were hungry and wanted to get to the reception- so I had to hold off on saying anything else until we got there. We went to a small sunday school that was outside of a Lutheran church and ate some food- I was feeling kind of awkward because, really, I didn't know anybody there. My sister turned out to be quite an amusing character- she has a better sense of humor than I do, although that isn't saying much I suppose. I was quite content, I was invited over to their house after all was said and done, but I got lost on the way there. In the sort of rush that it all was, I hadn't asked them for their address [I was supposed to be following a car that looked very similar to several other cars that day] or their number. Thankfully, the next day she called me [our number is in the phone book, we couldn't find their's] and we were invited over to his house.

A lengthy, pseudo-philosophical tirade followed as Moses explained what had happened. I felt very sorry for him- he lost his wife and his mother in the past two years. Monique and I didn't really get a chance to talk about anything- I was feeling kind of cynical in that environment since my parents were there. I'm not honest with people when my parents are around as, well, you know- they are my parents. Anything I say around them is a potential shot in the foot so it's better to not say anything at all. Inadvertantly, I noticed that my sister and I seem to fidget in the same sort of fashion most of the time. I suppose that was kind of random, but I found it interesting. We bolted after a couple of hours of 'conversation' [i.e., the ramblings of Moses] and I decided that I would call my sister in a couple of days to 'hang out'. I'm not that good at proactive things socially. I'd rather let people talk to me than go and talk to them, but this was kind of important to me. So I leave an awkward message on their answering machine on the fifth to the effect of "heytharthisiskennethdouwanttohangoutkthxbai" that I'm not particularly proud of. I haven't really heard back from them at all to the moment I post this, but that doesn't really matter. I'm pretty satisfied with everything up to now.

Misc. tidbit of news: I have to take the SAT in October since, well- that's the only time they give it. Aside from early June. And we didn't know that. Bit late to take the one in June, isn't it?

Gonads and Strife.

That's about the extent of the major news. The rest is teenage drama that needs not be typed out.

'dear diary

mi parents du not undrstand me!!1 it makes me SOOOOOOOOO mad!!! i wish dey wuld jus git disemboweled in a redundant slasher movie-esque fashion that involved exorbitant or copious ensanguination that caused excessive nausea and sickness to the majority of humanity! >.<;;;;;;;;;;'

P.S. Theme song of the moment- "Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart" - Stone Temple Pilots.

P.P.S. The idiocy of a war on terror continues to devour my mind.

P.P.P.S. Batman Begins was better than War of the Worlds. I enjoyed the entire movie very much so and cannot wait for the obvious sequel that is coming. I hope Burton's Chocolate Factory is very good as the first movie is one of my favorite all time flms. *crosses fingers*

P.P.P.P.S. So true.
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