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apocalypsosNot because I don't like her, I just like to avoid bad news.
Take today's phone call to inform her I was going back to Pennsylvania for my brother's birthday next month. I call her up and am immediately set upon with the following three tidbits of information.
First off, a guy I graduated with, Matt M., got murdered last week. He was shot in the chest. Now, we had a fairly small graduating class, comparatively, and it's not like I was best friends with him or anything ... it's just, this is officially the first murder victim I knew. Huh. I feel bad for the guy, because he was a really nice guy, I just can't wrap my mind around the whole "somebody killed him" thing.
Secondly, my mother was feeling bad and she went to the doctor, and it turns out she's got fibroid tumors in her uterus. I guess it's not too serious (she certainly didn't seem worried, and one of my co-workers said her mom had them ad it was fine), but still, you can't expect me not to flip out a little when my mommy tells me she's full of tumors, even if they're not serious tumors. Apparently, they're funny tumors, which would probably explain all the giggling she kept doing.
Lastly, my brother -- you know, the official poster child for being a dumbass -- talked my parents into getting him a cell phone for his birthday, then got a speeding ticket for $200 the next day and just got his birthday present revoked so my parents could pay for the ticket. Smooth move, Ex-lax.
This entire conversation, by the way -- during which I kept fishing for any good news at all with "Well, what else is new?" -- finally ended when my mother yelped, "Jeez, Bryan got a speeding ticket, someone you knew was murdered, I'm full of tumors ... what else do you need?!"
And people wonder why I turned out the way I did. *sighs*
In other news, I saw a guy on the Metro who looked just like Xander. Unfortunately, it wasn't in a Speedo!Xander kind of way, but in a "Sheesh, Nick, you want to lay off the breadsticks?" kind of way.
Take today's phone call to inform her I was going back to Pennsylvania for my brother's birthday next month. I call her up and am immediately set upon with the following three tidbits of information.
First off, a guy I graduated with, Matt M., got murdered last week. He was shot in the chest. Now, we had a fairly small graduating class, comparatively, and it's not like I was best friends with him or anything ... it's just, this is officially the first murder victim I knew. Huh. I feel bad for the guy, because he was a really nice guy, I just can't wrap my mind around the whole "somebody killed him" thing.
Secondly, my mother was feeling bad and she went to the doctor, and it turns out she's got fibroid tumors in her uterus. I guess it's not too serious (she certainly didn't seem worried, and one of my co-workers said her mom had them ad it was fine), but still, you can't expect me not to flip out a little when my mommy tells me she's full of tumors, even if they're not serious tumors. Apparently, they're funny tumors, which would probably explain all the giggling she kept doing.
Lastly, my brother -- you know, the official poster child for being a dumbass -- talked my parents into getting him a cell phone for his birthday, then got a speeding ticket for $200 the next day and just got his birthday present revoked so my parents could pay for the ticket. Smooth move, Ex-lax.
This entire conversation, by the way -- during which I kept fishing for any good news at all with "Well, what else is new?" -- finally ended when my mother yelped, "Jeez, Bryan got a speeding ticket, someone you knew was murdered, I'm full of tumors ... what else do you need?!"
And people wonder why I turned out the way I did. *sighs*
In other news, I saw a guy on the Metro who looked just like Xander. Unfortunately, it wasn't in a Speedo!Xander kind of way, but in a "Sheesh, Nick, you want to lay off the breadsticks?" kind of way.
