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I come out of visits from my family too exhausted to think. Today, there were two main objectives from two people. My brother Lank wanted to buy 2 shinai (that's spelled phonetically, fyi). They're these bamboo swords that make noise when you hit something. They were $60, and he only had $52. Mom wanted us to take a picture for the church directory. Lank was a jerk. Every ten minutes he'd say, "So, you gonna give me the money?" Or, "Let's go buy those shinais." Mom kept saying things such as, "Oh, I want a picture of you here..." Or, "Ask that person to take our picture here." I like having my picture taken, generally. But for some reason, pictures that Mom is going to keep, I don't like. Maybe because she doesn't take care of them... Maybe just because she annoys me. Maybe because we've never gotten along well... I don't know. Sometimes I think that I've forgiven her, and other times I think I haven't. Which means that I haven't. To forgive, (at least in Biblical terms) means to forget and never mention or bring it up again. I guess I've never really forgiven anything. you know... that girl... what was her name? Sometimes it's ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |