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i ate the best snack today and i can't stop thinking about how happy eating the snack made me feel. it was just swiss cheese triangles and sesame seed crackers, but i can't remember ever eating anything as delicious.  the snack was part of an appetizer tray at a jewelry party i went to with my mom and grandma. the snack was the best part of my day. 
my grandma told me today that i look miserable. i'm sure she's right. i'm going to work with her tomorrow. she's picking me up at 6:30. it will be nice.   
i tried to watch blue velvet today, but i missed the beginning and kept getting distracted by the internet. i really like isabella rossellini, so i will try again another time. holly and i just watched a movie with her in it called Cousins. she has an affair with ted danson because ted danson's wife is having an affair with her husband. ted danson is the hairiest man on earth and he looks like a caveman. i can imagine him being crazy like gary busey. i don't think he really is though. 
i am soooooo good at leaving the oven on after i use it. i'm sure i will eventually wake up engulfed in flames.
holly and i went to the fair and it was so lame. i ate a lot of good food, but everything else about it sucked. the fair is a money pit and it's gross. i ate a cheeseburger and a caramel apple and ice cream on a stick.

notice that chromeo's needy girl is playing in the background. 
this hits close to home on several levels. 
i'm tired and i'd like to go to bed, but i can't let myself do that without brushing my teeth and washing my face. i'll do this to put it off for a while. tonight was interesting. i hung out with my dad and my uncle ernie. i kinda felt like i was in spike lee's crooklyn. kinda. i'm turning 21 soon, and my uncle was giving me advice on what i should and shouldn't  drink. he told me a great story about him and my dad from when they were younger. apparently they drank a lot of bombay sapphire and then rode their bikes to their brother's house, where my dad started feeling ill and vomitted all over a paraplegic neighbor's wheelchair. my dad...fixes computers and listens to classical radio. it's fun to hear about things like this. my uncle (who is significantly younger than my dad) had kjzy smooth jazz playing on the radio in his garage, so my dad told him he couldn't believe he finally warmed up to music of the sort. then they argued over who introduced who to hiroshima. then they quibbled over things like whether or not ernie could find me an iphone online for less than half a grand. then they discussed opening a 'blackenese' bar in lake county. you know- a place where bbq ribs and asian cuisine are served side by side. then at 11pm we contemplated driving an hour away to my dad's house in middletown to hang out at the lake despite work the next morning. 
in the end, we chickened out. my dad took me driving instead. i even went on the freeway, even though it was scary and dark. i was doing pretty well until i started telling him about a program i watched about a blind boy from sacramento who skateboards in the street and travels without a cane. i was trying to explain human echolocation and i started swerving. one day i'll be able to talk and drive simultaneously. my driving test in in three weeks. i'm really uncomforable driving, so hopefully things will miraculously change by then. 
the best part of the night was when i drove us to the grocery store and my dad bought me $40 dollars worth of seafood and replacement chocolate milk. i stir-fried jerk shrimp when i got home. while i was stir-frying, i realized a few things. no matter how often my dad stands me up, i always forgive him. and although it's involuntary, it's really always worth it. this holds true for my dad, but not so much for anyone else. i'm too quick to forgive and forget. especially when it isn't even acknowledged. this isn't in my best interest. as soon as i started smelling the shrimp, things became clear. i'm doing okay. well, even.    
remember that scene in slither where it's karaoke night at the bar and the soccer mom with mia wallace hair is singing the crying game all detached and off-key? 
i wish i could find that on youtube.