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Brief Update written @ 12:11 PM on January 20, 2002 Okay-- I have a guilty pleasure. I enjoy reading other people's diaries on this site. I find it interesting to be able to see what other people are going through and how they view themselves. And for those of you who write stuff like, "Oh who the hell would ever want to read this thing I'm so boring." Really, I find you people to be the most interesting of them all. So to all those who also enjoy reading the public diaries of other people-- kudos. Some of you have soap opera type things going, and it's almost like, "Tune in next week to hear my continuing tale of woe." Really, you are the hero/heroine of your own tale. And all I ever do is bitch about art and theater. Well, I've refused to do art this weekend. I think I'm doing too much and I need a break. I went to the Coffee Affair Friday night with Ashley. It's a fun little coffee cafe shop; I think I will be going there more often. And there stuff is really good. Saturday I did almost nothing all day. I did some work on my family tree, something which is becoming a frustrating matter. I need to get into the census files of 1910! And sites like www.ancestry.com and www.genealogy.com make you pay to get into them. It sucks. It really does. I desperately need these records in order to get any further in my research. All my old relatives who would know the answers to the questions I'm seeking are either dead or never asked. **sigh** Why do I always get picked by higher powers to do these sort of things? How come no one in my family cares as to where we've come from? My parents roll their eyes when I discuss the mysteries behind my great-grandparents immigration to America. No one seems to care, and it pisses me off when they don't even PRETEND to care! At least pretend, for God sakes, so I don't go crazy! Just wait until I trace my ancestry back to the 1700s. They'll see then. If you can't beat 'em, prove them wrong. Then Katharine called Saturday night and said, "Uh, yeah, um, where are you?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Are you trying to tell me you forgot that it was Chris's surprise birthday party today?!" Oops. So I went out after all. Today I'm hoping that Liz calls. She was at the party last night and she said it's official that her parents are separated. Poor girl. I don't think she knows how to handle her feelings about it. She's trying to handle it like I handled the near-separation of my parents, but she's too angry and grief-stricken to be stable about it. I hope she calls soon. We need to go out and talk.
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