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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-08-27 11:31 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-08-27 11:31 am
Ahhhhh....suckiness...
Last night, as I was sitting...wait a minute. That might sound a little weird - "last night, as I was sitting on the ledge..."
See, my apartment building is only one floor - but it's the second floor, because underneath it are all sorts of shops, etc., so to get to the actual apartments, one has to get up the stairs, that are located inside. The stairs have a turn in them - and there is a rail that has a bar that goes from the rail itself to the wall (about a foot long). And, sometimes, when I can't stand to be in a room with three billion people, I escape with whatever book I happen to be reading at the time and sit on that bar. I lovingly call it "my ledge". I have scared many a climber who does not for a second even suspect that when he or she turns on the stairs he or she will be faced with my legs. Their shock never ceases to entertain me. One guy actually jumped and yelled "holy shit!!" once. I laughed and laughed and laughed...
So, anyway, last night, as I was sitting on my ledge and enjoying my wonderfully thick "At Swim, Two Boys", I heard the downstairs door open. I was expecting a friend of mine who had gone out to his car to get something. Instead, I saw two girls, a bit older than me perhaps, walking up. They looked a little tired, but mostly very content, and I noticed almost right away that the one walking in front held the other one's hand. I mentally "awwww'ed" but when they saw me, they sort of fumbled and as they walked past, one of them mumbled something about needing help up the stairs because of her leg. After they had gone, I sat there for ten minutes, just seething at the world.
This is why I hate L.I. so fucking much. Because those two girls felt like they had to make up an excuse just to hold hands!.. Because it felt strange to them to do that in front of somebody!.. Because they will never know that not only do I not care, I'm happy for them!.. If they walked like that outside, I'm sure that weird looks would greet them everywhere. And I HATE that. They looked so sweet and happy together - I actually was pissed off at myself for interrupting such a beautiful moment.
After I had stopped seething, I went right back to my gay boys and felt a bit better. Actually, no, first I stormed into my apartment and announced to everyone there that I hate Long Island and that I am now off to read about gay men and enjoy every second of it. I must have looked like Lenin with my hand raised like that - except instead of the infamous cap, I had a book in my hand. Now that I look back on it, it's really sort of funny...
In other news, finally managed to buy those f'ing shoes for the wedding this Sunday. My sister told me not so long ago: "If you ever get married, elope." Not that I intend on it (who needs a piece of paper, anyway?), but if push comes to shove, that is definitely the plan. I actually splurged and bought a necklace, too. If I'm going to be the Maid of Honor, dammit, I'll look good. And actually, I am sort of honored... I'm just happy that my sister didn't care one bit about picking the dress herself - and let me choose. No drapes for me...
Wow. She's getting married.
Whoa...
Weird.
See, my apartment building is only one floor - but it's the second floor, because underneath it are all sorts of shops, etc., so to get to the actual apartments, one has to get up the stairs, that are located inside. The stairs have a turn in them - and there is a rail that has a bar that goes from the rail itself to the wall (about a foot long). And, sometimes, when I can't stand to be in a room with three billion people, I escape with whatever book I happen to be reading at the time and sit on that bar. I lovingly call it "my ledge". I have scared many a climber who does not for a second even suspect that when he or she turns on the stairs he or she will be faced with my legs. Their shock never ceases to entertain me. One guy actually jumped and yelled "holy shit!!" once. I laughed and laughed and laughed...
So, anyway, last night, as I was sitting on my ledge and enjoying my wonderfully thick "At Swim, Two Boys", I heard the downstairs door open. I was expecting a friend of mine who had gone out to his car to get something. Instead, I saw two girls, a bit older than me perhaps, walking up. They looked a little tired, but mostly very content, and I noticed almost right away that the one walking in front held the other one's hand. I mentally "awwww'ed" but when they saw me, they sort of fumbled and as they walked past, one of them mumbled something about needing help up the stairs because of her leg. After they had gone, I sat there for ten minutes, just seething at the world.
This is why I hate L.I. so fucking much. Because those two girls felt like they had to make up an excuse just to hold hands!.. Because it felt strange to them to do that in front of somebody!.. Because they will never know that not only do I not care, I'm happy for them!.. If they walked like that outside, I'm sure that weird looks would greet them everywhere. And I HATE that. They looked so sweet and happy together - I actually was pissed off at myself for interrupting such a beautiful moment.
After I had stopped seething, I went right back to my gay boys and felt a bit better. Actually, no, first I stormed into my apartment and announced to everyone there that I hate Long Island and that I am now off to read about gay men and enjoy every second of it. I must have looked like Lenin with my hand raised like that - except instead of the infamous cap, I had a book in my hand. Now that I look back on it, it's really sort of funny...
In other news, finally managed to buy those f'ing shoes for the wedding this Sunday. My sister told me not so long ago: "If you ever get married, elope." Not that I intend on it (who needs a piece of paper, anyway?), but if push comes to shove, that is definitely the plan. I actually splurged and bought a necklace, too. If I'm going to be the Maid of Honor, dammit, I'll look good. And actually, I am sort of honored... I'm just happy that my sister didn't care one bit about picking the dress herself - and let me choose. No drapes for me...
Wow. She's getting married.
Whoa...
Weird.
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If (and I don't plan on it, but if) I got married, I'd elope. I'm glad you don't have to suffer through awful dresses or anything, even if it's still a pain.
And it must be very very odd, having your sister getting married. I know I'd be freaking out like anything. Siblings doing adult stuff is always odd, because they're your brother or sister so you always have that image of them as they were when you were growing up. And stuff like marriage is even freakier, because even if you don't plan on it yourself it's always a little pang that you're missing out. *more hugs*
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Yeah, only I'm afraid they would have run screaming!
Yes, it's weird to have one's sibling take a huge step like that... I mean, in all actuality, they've been married since October, it's just that the wedding is now. But it's still odd. In a stupidly exciting kind of way..does that make any sense? *sigh*
At any rate, I'm determined to have fun. Even if her choice of music remains questionable...
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It does make sense, definitely. *hugs* And you try and have fun, even with the dodgy musical choice, lol.
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::HUGS back::