the fabulous thing i didn't tell you about yesterday: i got a package from leah! it has a new nalgene for me, with bumperstickers of "girls do it better" and "read a fucking book." also, allegra, praise to the gods of sinuses, and PICTURES! i'll go to walgreens soon and get them digitalized for you.
also my dad called last night to thank me for the cookies, and discuss the mizerable aspects of my package: insurance and textbooks. he asked about the festival, and i said i learned to walk on stilts and somehow this deteriorated into him being convinced he can teach me to juggle. he teaches his special olympians how to juggle. i can't say learning things from him has been a pleasant experience in the past. but perhaps, well see, this holiday season.
don't even want to start thinking about this holiday season. grandma's been getting really passive agressive about me returning to the farm. i get back by lying to her. i can't lie, generally speaking, but i love making these bendable stories to tell my grandma what she wants to hear. "i went camping at a music festival in michigan with my friend leah. i met her at berkshire baptist youth group. i camped with 3 of her other friends from philadelphia. no, she's not a christian anymore. yes, i had a good time. i learned to walk on stilts."
z hates the holidays perhaps even more than i do (although with marty around, we're probably about equal). i made a joke with her that we'd just say fuck everyone else and have our own little vegetarian thanksgiving in north carolina. wouldn't that be nice if it was true?
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