call me curly Q

bit of an odd day.  

i can hear the rain, as incredibly corny as it is to start off an entry with.  and my hair’s curled and all purdy lookin.  woohoooo.

i forget why i was going to make an entry.  i think there was something specific i wanted to write down.  by the time i got from my car in the driveway to the computer room .. poof.  gone.  that would be my  brain for ya. 

my  birthday thingy is on saturday.  let’s hope it goes well.  apparently the club is a bit uppity.  ick.  (joint birthday party – i didn’t pick it.)  tomorrow i’m going to see a led zeppelin tribute band called michael white and the white, who are apparently wickedly awesome.

something kind of weird happened earlier as well.  i found out my aunt is cheating on my uncle .. and i got quite upset.  i have no idea why.  maybe cus our family is quite close knit?  i couldn’t sort anything out right now.  i just laid on the floor outside my mom’s room (by the way, i lay on the floor a lot, a habit from my mom) and listened to her phone my uncle, and end up talking to my aunt .. and i guess she didn’t know quite what to say .. so she was talking about normal things, like how she saw a football game, how work has been busy .. and as she went on i noticed i was crying.  i was shocked and i guess angry, and the longer she rambled on about  nothing in her semi-chirpy voice the madder i got.  then i had little puddles in my ears so i got up and had a shower.  (haha.)  i mean, its like there’s a big purple elephant in the room and everyone sees him, everyone knows he’s there, but no ones saying a damn thing about him.  its enraging.  i saw an old episode of sex and the city that vaguely talked about that a while ago.  nathan lane guest starred, and he was marrying .. a woman .. and they’re all like, but he’s gay!  we all know it!  flaming, viciously gay!  and we’re supposed to say "have a long and happy marriage"?!  but that wasn’t really my point.  my point was about the purple elephant.  and i don’t know what on earth my mother should have possibly said, but for gods sakes woman say SOMETHING.  if i have to say something, i have to, it literally feels like it’ll kill me if i don’t.  so of course i told my mom how i felt, lol.  she just said that my aunt didn’t know my mom knew yet, so she wasn’t going to say anything.  not how i would have gone about it, but that’s what she did, her choice. 

maybe THAT was what i was going to write earlier.  still can’t really remember.  apparently i have a memory "like a sieve".  is that how you spell sieve?