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[pennie_dreadful]

This family is now the owner of a Wii. My thirteen year old sister is a Nintendo freak and asked for it for her birthday. And she got one.

All I have to say is my parents had damn well better not expect me to help them pay any bills this month.

That is all. Except I forgot to mention that I was going to cook the chicken I had marinating last night, only to find when I got home from work that my dad had bought barbeque sandwiches for dinner. >.< I know they saw the chicken in the fridge; one them put a box of leftovers on top of it.

Twenty-three days. Thinking of that, and the fact that XM Radio has just begun playing one of my all time favorite songs ever ("Wish You Were Here" by Incubus) has improved my mood signifanctly. Now hush so I can hear.

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[impeccablesimon.livejournal.com]

The dreams of my friends are my dreams as well. I want nothing but the best for those whom I care about. I'm sure your family will support you as well...it may just take a little bit of you proving yourself. As a man who changes his mind like others change radio stations, I know that smetimes those close to me need some proof that "this time" is different.

"The proof is in the pudding," as they say.

(See, I can make food references too...my comments just aren't nearly as ingrained in the culinary arts as yours.) :P

[kat-nic.livejournal.com]

One day my posts will have more food in them too, not just my commenst, when I actually have my own kitchen again. Would you believe that the hardest thing about moving back in with my parents is having to share the kitchen? I got so spoiled being to whip up whatever I wanted and not having to worry about my dad not liking onions and peppers and none of them liking eggplant...which is sad. I try to get them to try new things but they are just stubborn and want to stick with tried and true favorites. Talk about a role reversal, huh?

[impeccablesimon.livejournal.com]

I look forward to the food/cooking posts. The culinary arts have always fascinated me; and I have promised myself that one day soon I will begin my food experimentation again.

Similarly, I found that when I left the academic environment, reading and writing felt odd to me. I was not physically located in my own "space" that allowed for a sharing of the written word. Writing outside of graduate school became a dirty little pasttime that I endeavored to hide from others. Who in the "rea world" writes for the sheer joy of writing?

Not exactly the same situation as you were in, but witout MY desk, MY laptop and MY music, writing was more of an effort than ever before.

[kat-nic.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean. I thought about looking up some room mates, but remembering my past room mates, even the one good one (which was my sister!) made me think I had better just get a good job and find a cheap place of my own. I just need my own space.

[impeccablesimon.livejournal.com]

I will have four undergraduate roommates when I return to Purdue. Yeah, a thirty year old guy living with a bunch of twenty-one year olds...

...that will be interesting. I've already been deemed "Uncle Buck" by one of their freidns. I really hope that nickname does not stick.

I keep trying to convince myself to write a pilot for a TV show based on my life.

[kat-nic.livejournal.com]

Uncle Buck? *snicker* You have to admit that it is kinda funny. You can be like their room mother. Father.

[impeccablesimon.livejournal.com]

Oh it is amusing. I may end up feeling a bi like a den mother at times.

"Boys are you cooking up there?"