Tonight Emily and I were watching Roseanne, and we started talking about our sisters because the episode was about Becky and Darlene getting seperate bedrooms. Her sister is 24, so shes about 3 years older than Emily, and Keri is 19, so I'm only 15 months older than her. (Please take note of this Jenn and never call Keri my older sister again. Capeche?) We were talking about all the fights we used to get into with our sisters and stupid sibling shit like that. Whenever me, Keri or J.P would be fighting (and I mean hardcore physically fighting. we used to beat the shit out of each other) my mom would just say "The first one who cries has to go to their room." That actually worked on us because we would refuse to cry, no matter how much it hurt and my mom didn't have to hear any whining. Well it probably worked out for her better, but still. My friend Megan was horrified, and still is, that my mom said that to us. She has an older brother who is only about 18 months older than her, but they never physically faught as kids. What kind of household is that? Siblings that don't fight? I don't get it. Her and her brother would yell at each other, but he never hit her or vice versa. That is so bizarre to me. When me and Keri would fight with J.P, they would just say, "Someday he's going to be bigger than you, and he's going beat you up and we're just going to watch." Thanks Mom and Dad. Well he did get bigger than me, and he was scary when he got mad. He would charge at me like a bull and just pummel me. Or he would chase me up the stairs to my room, which I HATE, so I would end up cowering on the stairs. Sounds brutal, but if you had a brother or sister, you understand.
The best part about fighting with siblings, is that you don't have to work shit out afterwards. When Keri and I would fight, an hour later I would go in her room and watch tv with her, or borrow her clothes. Of course you had to be all nice at first, but there was none of that "I'm really sorry I called you a bitchface earlier. Will you please forgive me and be my sister again?" None of that bullshit. You fight and then it's over. Sure there were awful fights that we got pissed at each other for days about. In one fight I ripped her shirt, and she clawed my face so bad that people at work thought I had an abusive boyfriend. All over a hair rubber band. And we were 17 and 18 at the time. Badass, I know. Our family goes to Arizona a lot to visit my mom's relatives, and we would always drive there in our huge ass van. Two of us always had to share the backseat while we took turns having the middle seat to ourselves. I don't know how we didn't kill each other on one of those trips. The two who had to share the seat always got in kicking fights because the other "was taking up too much room." I never knew how angry I could get until my space is invading in an already cramped enviorment. Then the two in the back would gang up on the one who had the seat to themselves and basically make life hell for them for a few hours. Ahh, great family memories. You'd think we would mature as we got older. No, not so much. All three of us get along great now (of course not all of the time, we are still siblings) but put us in the backseat of a van for 3 days in a row and I can guarantee there will be some blood shed.
While I was outside on our balconey having a ciagrette today, Emily started laughing at the outfit that I had on. I saw nothing wrong with it. Cut off grey sweatpants that come to about my shins, a pink pull-over fleece with a collar that won't stay down so I look like Elvis, a red t-shirt that has an '02 on the back from when I graduated, my giant turquoise necklace that I am obsessed with and wear with everything, my Birks with no socks on, silver dangly earrings I've neglected to change from the weekend and my hair is in one of those messy ponytail things. Sexy, no? My outfits never match. It's not because I'm purposely trying to look shitty, though you would think so, I love clothes and dressing up. I'm just a gigantic lazy ass who throws on whatever is clean. Megan gets a big kick out of me too. Have any of you ever seen the movie About A Boy? The mom in that movie, played by Toni Collette I think, if that's her name, has an awful sense of fashion, and at one point wears capri's, running shoes and socks, and a fur coat, and Megan always says that's going to be me when I get older. I swear I will never be that bad, but I'll probably be close. Megan always gives me the are-you-seriosuly-going-out-like-that look, and yes Megan, yes I am going out like this. Sometimes I'll get dressed up when I go out to a party or something, but if I don't feel like it, I've been known to wear a Bears shirt and hoodie, so what? You are all probably very glad right now that you never have to be seen with me in public. Consider yourselves lucky.
A few last notes:
- Favorite song of the day: Keep It Clean by Camera Obscura. You finally got your groove back, Billy Jack.
- I cleaned my room AND did three loads of laundry today. I pat myself on the back for that.
- I still have homework to do.
- I failed an art history test today. I'm really starting to think I'm never going to graduate college. I will fail out instead. Sounds like a plan to me.
- I'm really going to go to all 9 classes this week, instead of just 1. No, really I am. I swear.
- Kerianne is going to grace me with her presence on Saturday. Sisters reunited! Try to scam mom out of some moola so we can go out to eat.
- Download Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere by Mr. Neil Young. S'il vous plait.
-I forgot to give props to Michy for telling me about The Shins song I'm in love it. Thank you Michy!
-November 12th was my half-birthday. Less than 6 months now until I turn 21. So if you're rounding up, I'm really 21. Will that work in a bar?
-I know I promised you a blog Ariel, and I will do it. Don't lose the faith.
- I'm done Jenn. Stop working and talk to me now.