I haven’t been writing very often this week. I wanted to very much, but my family is starting to fall apart.
On Friday last week my uncle went absolutely nuts and screamed at my mother for about an hour.
My roomate just came in, so I can’t finish this post.
But basically, my mom isn’t going to take care of my uncle any more. He has to either get a home health aide or go to a home. He will not treat my mother like shit, and he will not send my grandmother to an early grave.
Next weekend is going to be totally awesome though. I’m going to see A Place To Bury Strangers and Junior Boys (<3!).
Some days, I'm glad my dad was an electrician. I have a good handyman side. in preparation for having a home health aide, my mom and I went to Lowe's and bought locking door knobs for every door upstairs.
I spent the entire weekend (no, seriously) working on my Spanish workbook that was due on Monday. I literally finished the last page at 9 PM on Sunday.
I had no time to do any work that I get paid for this weekend, so I'm trying to do it in between classes. It's not working well. I'll have all Thursday and Friday to work though.
This week I've mostly been listening to Juventud En Éxtasis and this fantastic song from the new Simian Mobile Disco album, Bad Blood. I think it’s the ultimate breakup song.
say I’m what I seem to be
and we left with something torn between
a moment’s love can be forgot
but a moment’s pain stains our cuff
Say what you will about SMD, they have excellent lyrics.
Also, I ran a seven minute mile today at the gym. I rock. I was blasting The Presets so loud that everyone must have heard it, but I was in the fucking zone.
My ultimate in-the-zone song set is Discotraxx (such a beautiful and sad song, I listen to it all the time) to warm up, then the killer combo of This Boy’s in Love, and Together.
There’s always a moment during Together that I think I’m literally going to run so fast I leave my body behind. The song builds to a crescendo, and then the love of my life shouts:
Who do we think we are?
Running ’round all sweaty?
Baby I will wait for you
If we could be togetherSuch a lovely face
Such an ugly city
Baby I will wait for you
If we could be together forever
That is my ultimate workout moment, and I had it today.
I guess running on the treadmills isn’t bad for my knees, ’cause they feel fine so far.
So the fallout from my uncle’s meltdown is that my mom moved downstairs. So no more blog posting, no more privacy. Basically, in three letters, FML.
I’m going to go distract myself with okcupid.
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Good luck with the Home Health Aide.
I answer for a lot of H.H. companies across the country – including the NY and NJ areas.
And in my humble opinion, some of those aides can be total cunts.
Like, the supervisors are awesome – but the actual aides tend to be incompetent angry ladies who barely speak english and don’t understand why it might be a bad iea to check on a job application at 11pm.