parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your Aunt's Ear Whistles. Right? Listening To: Firefly by Saves The Day Well, I just took a shower because I have to wake up at 5:00 in the morn to go the New York City with my Dad and my Step-Brother. I am so fucking excited. I have gone to New York City more frequently now and it makes my life better and better. I also came back from two sunny days in Cape Cod. My grandparents have lived there all of my life and it's a tradition that I go there every single summer from about two or three weeks at a time. I love it there. It's my second home. I am pretty sure that I am going to spend about a month there next year and get a job at a beach-shack or something. Well, I took my grandmothers three-wheel bycicle (appropriately called a "ghetto bike" by Ben and I) to the beach with my favorite Aunt, Aunty Marion. It was okay. The sun came in and came out. I wen tin the water for about five minutes because the water was annoyingly cold. I also got a slight tan. And a slight sunburn. Fun. Anyhoo, for Father's Day I got my father a big photo album so he can put a lot of pictures in it (isn't that was photo albums are for?!). He liked it. At my grandparents house, we were at the dinner table, just chatting. My Step-mom Hannah, Dad, My Uncle Joe, My Aunty Marion, Great-Aunty Lilian (her ear whisles. NO JOKE. Ask my friend Ben), my Grandparents, and I were talking about my Aunt Carol and how she is taking one of her daughters to a church camp. Then they talk about how wonderful it is. Then thaey talk about how much fun I would have if I went. Then my dad really liked the idea. Then I passed out at the dinner table because there is no way in hell they're going to take me to a church camp! I'll have to eat that bread and shit that is so fucking disgusting and sing hyms saying that "christ has risen from the dead!." If I go, I will crucify myself. So, I just looked at my father in that WHAT-THE-FUCK-DID-YOU-JUST-SUGGEST sorta expression. I don't think he's gunna send me to church camp. Anyway, my Great-Aunt Lilian's ear "whisles." See, my friend Ben and I went to Cape Cod one summer and I never introduced my family to him and everything, so he didn't really know the fact that my Great-Aunt Lilian has a hearing problem and she has a hearing aid and for some odd reason, her hearing aid sets off this ringing sound. When that happens my family usually tell my Aunty that her ear is whisling and she sticks her pinky finger in her ear and it stops. So picture you entering your friend's Grandparents house and then hearing a ringing sound and then see your friend tell you Aunt that her fucking ear is whistling. Yeah, he was pretty confused. Very confused. Good times... 12:16 a.m. - 06-16-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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