jacktellslies: (geroges barbier mermaid)
I went to the beach, and I learned the following:

I used to be afraid of the ocean. I am still completely destroyed by the idea of the giants and mysteries it contains, however, the idea of touching something dead and not knowing it no longer really bothers me, as I'm fairly used to it. In fact, I quite liked swimming out beyond the waves just to give the ocean and all of the things in it ample time to take their revenge if they desired it. Either they didn't, or their plot is an intricate one and they are waiting.

One can't find good seafood in New Jersey, apparently. Disappointment.

Ally likes to explain that she will get older, and that when she does she will get tall. Several other things will happen once these things occur, including her obtaining a motorcycle that is pink with skulls.

Ally also knows that all pirates are girls, and that she loves her new batman and spiderman shirts.

Parker is way too good with babies. She started talking some nonsense about wanting to have some of them, if only because so many people make such terrible parents and not wanting to waste her natural tallents. The crisis was narrowly averted when we watched March of the Penguins and decided to adopt baby penguins and raise them in a snow cone machine.

My mom is sweet. Obviously.

Mary Poppins is the most amazing film of all time. I knew this when I was a child (it and Winnie the Pooh were my favourite films) but I haven't seen it since, and I'd somehow almost forgotten. I'd like to be Bert when I grow up, please. I'll decide whether or not to include that particular accent when I'm older.

Also:

I've not been using the internet much at all. I like to read books. I like you, though. How have you been?
jacktellslies: (bear girl)
I talked to Alex. There was music, and a big salad with strawberries in it. I have a secret diary on the answering machine of my friend Liz's mobile phone, and fountains are lit at night and children splash in them, and the sky roared and the universe was aligned perfectly: the safe little bombs, and the only break in the trees, and then me. My niece and my sister and her boyfriend came for a visit, and we went to one of the science museums. We played with magnets and electricity and with a glass armonica. Allyson is three, and afraid of lots of things. We offered to take her on the real train that would have taken her on a ride of four feet very, very slowly. She told us that it was too big, and that she likes small things. She claimed to have a small and pink train at grandmom's house called the Allyson Rose. She then explained that she flies by holding on to balloons. While flying, she catches birds in her hands. Upon catching the birds, she turns into one herself. She wanted to watch the kids splash in the fountain, too. Debbie came to the house, and later Courtney came, too. We watched movies: Josephine Baker in Princess Tam Tam, a weird little exercise in colonialism that I'd like to read more about, and In the Realms of the Unreal, an orphan-turned-reclusive-menial-worker's room and fifteen-thousand page novel and autobiography and photographs and tracings and collages and dreams.
jacktellslies: (execution)
Graduation made me want to kill people, and, in genernal, I'm still not all that impressed with the end of college. I really wish I could have graduated with the school of arts rather than with a BS in Education. I love educators, but I think that most teachers are punks, so I felt even more separate from all of it than I already did. But I was happy with a few things: I made my mum and grandmother proud, and Ally looked cute in the silly square hat. She flashed me some metal from the bleachers when I got my diploma, too. (She just turned three a week ago.) I was completely surrounded by hot dreadlocked men and hot veiled women with hot masters degrees. And I am really quite proud of my grades. My GPA was hot. Summa cum laude, bitches.

And tonight I'm going to a strip club!

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