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Just got home to sit down to do my daily shift of work and my mom calls me to say that she's at the emergency room at one of the local hospitals. Just so YOU all don't panic the way I did, no one is dead, dying or brutally injured.
But here, we got about 10 inches of snow overnight, the roads are treacherous, the sidewalks aren't cleared, and it took me 35 minutes to get home in a TAXI when it normally takes max 15 minutes.
Naturally, I was panicked. My first thought was that my grandmother had tried to go to the store today and had fallen or something, but then I remembered that I HAD JUST SPOKEN TO HER half an hour ago, so I knew she was staying home and safe and sound. Nothing was wrong with my mother, because she was very calm and everything, so I was like "OH MY GOD" thinking my dad had been in an accident.
Nope, he's fine.
Turns out my BROTHER -- and again, my heart skipped a beat, because I'm still thinking of traffic accidents and horrible visuals along with them -- might have appendicitis.
Cue relief here.
I mean, it would be bad if he does, obviously, but my brother getting a useless little organ cut out of him bothers me MUCH less than the idea of him being in a terrible car crash. He's a strong, moderately healthy (I say moderately because he's on the heavy side) young guy and I'm sure that if he does have to have his appendix removed, he'll be fine.
So they're at the hospital and my brother now has to drink some liquid so that they can watch his digestive system at work (apparently because he's literally got too much fat to scan through? This is what my mother said. I do not trust her, despite the fact my brother has a generous amount of fat around his stomach.) and decide if it's appendicitis or what.
When I was about 14, my brother had terrible stomach pains one night. We were up at the cottage, which is like, an hour away from civilization, and he's 9 and he's crying and he's in pain, and my dad was honestly about to drive us all home in the middle of the night and take my brother to the ER.
It turned out to be gas.
Here's hoping it's something along those lines and that my baby brother is okay. But even if not, I am SO relieved that he didn't have some major car accident. The roads are just that horrible here today.
But here, we got about 10 inches of snow overnight, the roads are treacherous, the sidewalks aren't cleared, and it took me 35 minutes to get home in a TAXI when it normally takes max 15 minutes.
Naturally, I was panicked. My first thought was that my grandmother had tried to go to the store today and had fallen or something, but then I remembered that I HAD JUST SPOKEN TO HER half an hour ago, so I knew she was staying home and safe and sound. Nothing was wrong with my mother, because she was very calm and everything, so I was like "OH MY GOD" thinking my dad had been in an accident.
Nope, he's fine.
Turns out my BROTHER -- and again, my heart skipped a beat, because I'm still thinking of traffic accidents and horrible visuals along with them -- might have appendicitis.
Cue relief here.
I mean, it would be bad if he does, obviously, but my brother getting a useless little organ cut out of him bothers me MUCH less than the idea of him being in a terrible car crash. He's a strong, moderately healthy (I say moderately because he's on the heavy side) young guy and I'm sure that if he does have to have his appendix removed, he'll be fine.
So they're at the hospital and my brother now has to drink some liquid so that they can watch his digestive system at work (apparently because he's literally got too much fat to scan through? This is what my mother said. I do not trust her, despite the fact my brother has a generous amount of fat around his stomach.) and decide if it's appendicitis or what.
When I was about 14, my brother had terrible stomach pains one night. We were up at the cottage, which is like, an hour away from civilization, and he's 9 and he's crying and he's in pain, and my dad was honestly about to drive us all home in the middle of the night and take my brother to the ER.
It turned out to be gas.
Here's hoping it's something along those lines and that my baby brother is okay. But even if not, I am SO relieved that he didn't have some major car accident. The roads are just that horrible here today.
Last night, I probably had the worst nightmare I've had in months.
I dreamt my brother died.
And then somehow was able to go back in time and try to make him not go to the place that got him killed, and so after spending the first half of my dream sobbing, like huge, wracking sobs, I spent the next half of the dream begging and pleading with my brother not to go to my friend MG's son's... birthday party? Or something like that. It was definitely all tied up with MG, because she and all her friends were ... in the dream, or I was expecting to see them.
I know I managed to change the course of events, from my side anyways, but I woke up before I knew if my brother was going to be safe.
I know, logically, that I dreamt that because I was thinking about my Nana yesterday. But it doesn't change the fact that I would be flat-out devastated if my brother died. As I imagine anyone would be. It's just not something you expect to happen, 'cause they're around your age. Your grandparents, your parents, okay. One day, you will probably out-live them. But not your siblings.
Blah, heavy thoughts for a Tuesday.
I dreamt my brother died.
And then somehow was able to go back in time and try to make him not go to the place that got him killed, and so after spending the first half of my dream sobbing, like huge, wracking sobs, I spent the next half of the dream begging and pleading with my brother not to go to my friend MG's son's... birthday party? Or something like that. It was definitely all tied up with MG, because she and all her friends were ... in the dream, or I was expecting to see them.
I know I managed to change the course of events, from my side anyways, but I woke up before I knew if my brother was going to be safe.
I know, logically, that I dreamt that because I was thinking about my Nana yesterday. But it doesn't change the fact that I would be flat-out devastated if my brother died. As I imagine anyone would be. It's just not something you expect to happen, 'cause they're around your age. Your grandparents, your parents, okay. One day, you will probably out-live them. But not your siblings.
Blah, heavy thoughts for a Tuesday.
Meme and such.
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graspingbeauty.
( TV meme )
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So I got a phone call from my brother earlier, which I missed, but he left me a message.
"So.. you know that cartoon we watched a million times with John Ritter and dragons? Who was the narrator? 'cause I think it's the new Dumbledore from the Harry Potter movies."
The thing about having a brother or sister not terribly older or younger than you is that your pop culture references are virtually identical. I knew EXACTLY what he was talking about. And I was sitting here thinking that I really loved that old movie, called Flight of Dragons, and that I doubted anyone else I knew had ever even heard of it before.
It's kind of nice to be able to share that with someone, even if it's my silly brother. :)
And now I'm watching my old VHS tape of Flight of Dragons as I do Italian homework.
graspingbeauty.( TV meme )
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So I got a phone call from my brother earlier, which I missed, but he left me a message.
"So.. you know that cartoon we watched a million times with John Ritter and dragons? Who was the narrator? 'cause I think it's the new Dumbledore from the Harry Potter movies."
The thing about having a brother or sister not terribly older or younger than you is that your pop culture references are virtually identical. I knew EXACTLY what he was talking about. And I was sitting here thinking that I really loved that old movie, called Flight of Dragons, and that I doubted anyone else I knew had ever even heard of it before.
It's kind of nice to be able to share that with someone, even if it's my silly brother. :)
And now I'm watching my old VHS tape of Flight of Dragons as I do Italian homework.
Well, I'm dumb.
Oct. 2nd, 2007 04:14 amAnd I also have zero ability to translate Italian.
My first translation project is due in, oh, under 8 hours and I haven't slept. And no, it will not take 8 hours, but listen to part of my first draft!
"Five years after the Bulgarian Edict, Enzo Biagi and Michele Santoro went back under the shield of Rai, while the comedian Daniele Luttazzi will begin under La7 in October with one show himself, after six years of professional nothingness."
Like, wow. Such a poor translation that I don't even know where to begin in fixing up the English. And if half of that is right.
So much work to do this week. I can't wait for Thursday at 5:30pm, when Thanksgiving weekend starts for me. (Yes, yes, shorter growing season in Canada, earlier harvest, earlier Thanksgiving.)
Nana Update: She's feeling really weak and wiped out after the worst of the C.difficile seems to have passed. (My father made sure she drank a ton of water to try to clean out her system.) Still more happy thoughts, pretty please. :)
Brother Update: Yesterday, he was at "I'm completely devastated" and today, well, here's an excerpt from a short google chat we had:
2:19 PM me: Hey. How are you?
2:22 PM Brother: Hi
2:23 PM I'm fine. SHe's a ho
2:23 PM I don't need her.
While I can certainly appreciate the sentiment, it's a little soon after a 6 year relationship, so I would have to take a stab at it and say he's being brave. It hurts me to see him go through this, and all I really want to do is hug him, as corny as that may be. He's a little standoffish, though, and would probably smack me in the head if I tried.
I'm gonna get a Coke and get through this Italian thing.
My first translation project is due in, oh, under 8 hours and I haven't slept. And no, it will not take 8 hours, but listen to part of my first draft!
"Five years after the Bulgarian Edict, Enzo Biagi and Michele Santoro went back under the shield of Rai, while the comedian Daniele Luttazzi will begin under La7 in October with one show himself, after six years of professional nothingness."
Like, wow. Such a poor translation that I don't even know where to begin in fixing up the English. And if half of that is right.
So much work to do this week. I can't wait for Thursday at 5:30pm, when Thanksgiving weekend starts for me. (Yes, yes, shorter growing season in Canada, earlier harvest, earlier Thanksgiving.)
Nana Update: She's feeling really weak and wiped out after the worst of the C.difficile seems to have passed. (My father made sure she drank a ton of water to try to clean out her system.) Still more happy thoughts, pretty please. :)
Brother Update: Yesterday, he was at "I'm completely devastated" and today, well, here's an excerpt from a short google chat we had:
2:19 PM me: Hey. How are you?
2:22 PM Brother: Hi
2:23 PM I'm fine. SHe's a ho
2:23 PM I don't need her.
While I can certainly appreciate the sentiment, it's a little soon after a 6 year relationship, so I would have to take a stab at it and say he's being brave. It hurts me to see him go through this, and all I really want to do is hug him, as corny as that may be. He's a little standoffish, though, and would probably smack me in the head if I tried.
I'm gonna get a Coke and get through this Italian thing.
My baby brother got his heart smashed yesterday by his girlfriend of six years. She broke up with him.
I understand that she probably had her reasons, that it wasn't right for her anymore, etc. I've given advice to my female friends to "dump his ass" before.
But this is my baby brother. I liked K. A lot. But she fucked with my brother's heart and, therefore, she is now the enemy.
My brother sobbed on the phone to me yesterday. Sobbed. He was absolutely inconsolable.
So, if you could please tack on my brother to the list of "people to think good thoughts for", along with my Nana, that would be great.
I understand that she probably had her reasons, that it wasn't right for her anymore, etc. I've given advice to my female friends to "dump his ass" before.
But this is my baby brother. I liked K. A lot. But she fucked with my brother's heart and, therefore, she is now the enemy.
My brother sobbed on the phone to me yesterday. Sobbed. He was absolutely inconsolable.
So, if you could please tack on my brother to the list of "people to think good thoughts for", along with my Nana, that would be great.
BWAHAHAHA.
Aug. 13th, 2007 10:08 pmLadies and gentlemen, my brother amuses me.
In WarCraft, which we both play too much of, you can battle other people in arenas and earn "arena points" which depend on your team's rating each week. The arena points are awarded every Tuesday morning, around 5am, and go towards buying arena armor and weapons. There are two sets of armor and weapons, just a bit different in their stat. The first set is called "Gladiator" gear and the second is "Merciless Gladiator" gear.
My brother and I happen to be on an arena team together with a couple other people, and we're pretty damn awesome at the 3 vs. 3 games, with me healing, my brother doing damage and another damage-dealer.
So he just called me before going to bed and we chatted for a bit and then, as he's about to go, he says "OH! I almost forgot! I'll have enough points to get my Merciless Gladiator's Helm tomorrow!"
"Oh!" I remarked, "I think I can get my Merciless Gladiator's Gloves tomorrow!"
"SWEET, we can go be merciless together!!!!" he exclaimed. "Night!"
I love the schmuck. :)
In WarCraft, which we both play too much of, you can battle other people in arenas and earn "arena points" which depend on your team's rating each week. The arena points are awarded every Tuesday morning, around 5am, and go towards buying arena armor and weapons. There are two sets of armor and weapons, just a bit different in their stat. The first set is called "Gladiator" gear and the second is "Merciless Gladiator" gear.
My brother and I happen to be on an arena team together with a couple other people, and we're pretty damn awesome at the 3 vs. 3 games, with me healing, my brother doing damage and another damage-dealer.
So he just called me before going to bed and we chatted for a bit and then, as he's about to go, he says "OH! I almost forgot! I'll have enough points to get my Merciless Gladiator's Helm tomorrow!"
"Oh!" I remarked, "I think I can get my Merciless Gladiator's Gloves tomorrow!"
"SWEET, we can go be merciless together!!!!" he exclaimed. "Night!"
I love the schmuck. :)
My brother is an ass.
Mar. 26th, 2006 10:06 amMy brother is an ass for saying he'd go skiing and then copping out. At the last minute. As per frigging usual.
I know I have a tendency to bail on things I've (usually) casually committed to, but at least I'm nowhere near as bad as my idiot brother.
As least Pop's got me, even if I don't particularly feel like skiing. I said I'd go. I'm going.
Maybe he and I will complain about my brother to pass the 45 minute drive up. ;)
I know I have a tendency to bail on things I've (usually) casually committed to, but at least I'm nowhere near as bad as my idiot brother.
As least Pop's got me, even if I don't particularly feel like skiing. I said I'd go. I'm going.
Maybe he and I will complain about my brother to pass the 45 minute drive up. ;)
Back to school!
Sep. 6th, 2005 03:01 pmKind of. I feel sort of jealous. Everyone I know at school has class today. Except for me. I have Tuesdays off. Work tonight though (and Thursday and Sunday) and class tomorrow.
I am terrified of Italian. Why? BECAUSE I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO SPEAK IT.
Seriously. Conjugation of simple verbs? All out the window. I can usually say something in the "I" form, but not ANY OTHER person. Just the title of the class "Intermediate Italian I" scares the bejeezus out of me. How can I be intermediate level when I REMEMBER NIENTE (that's "nothing") from my first two courses? Eep.
But that's my only class tomorrow. Then Thursday would be Research Design & Analysis (but I have work, so JB is going to pick up the outline, etc, for me. As such, I am not so terrified as I should be, because I don't face it until next Thursday) and then Friday is Contemporary Sociological Theory. I got an A- in the dreaded Classical Social Theory, so I am feeling relatively confident that I can kick the ass of this class as well. At the very least, the readings have GOT to be easier than wading through Kant, Weber and Marx. Right? :)
Next Monday is Italian again, along with my English class: The Creative Process. Which seems very cool.
I'm really excited to go back to school, on one hand. New classes, new stuff. But at the same time, new books, new readings, new lectures, new tests, new papers, new exams.
The plus side is this -- if I continue to do 6 credits each summer, as I did this past summer, I will graduate a FULL SEMESTER before my baby brother. As long as he doesn't do summer credits, too. Seriously, he's five years younger than me and he must not be permitted to graduate either before me or simultaneously. I must beat him. (We will not think about the fact that an ex of mine is also five years my junior and already has an MA, because I get irrationally peeved by that fact. As well as very proud, which, I must say, is a very odd combination of emotions. But anyways!)
Speaking of the brother, he's got his first class of the semester in about ten minutes. He's going to call me when it's over (or I'll just leave at 3:30 to be there for 4 anyways) so I can meet him downtown and show him where his next class is. The building, you see, is a huge-ass building, but it's not marked with anything to indicate it's a building the school uses. This was where my Italian class was last fall. The building I WALKED RIGHT BY about 17 times without knowing it was that building, because it wasn't marked ANYWHERE that it belonged to the university. My brother was like... "Where the hell is THAT building?"
"Remember how I got lost looking for Italian?"
"Oh, no."
"Yep."
"Can you show me where it is?"
I then said that it was between these two streets on this other street.
"... but can you show me? Please?" And then he sounded really pitiful in saying "I don't know where it iiiiiiiiis."
So, naturally, I'll go down and show him. Besides, I have to be down there for work anyways. I'm just leaving a half hour earlier.
And then work. My third-to-last shift.
And then, maybe, meeting up with JB to come back to my place to watch Weeds, which I got last night, but haven't watched yet. I'm watching it tonight, though, come hell or highwater, with or without JB.
But of course, it would be a lot more fun with JB. :)
Okay, I've procrastinated enough. Time to go get dressed.
I am terrified of Italian. Why? BECAUSE I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO SPEAK IT.
Seriously. Conjugation of simple verbs? All out the window. I can usually say something in the "I" form, but not ANY OTHER person. Just the title of the class "Intermediate Italian I" scares the bejeezus out of me. How can I be intermediate level when I REMEMBER NIENTE (that's "nothing") from my first two courses? Eep.
But that's my only class tomorrow. Then Thursday would be Research Design & Analysis (but I have work, so JB is going to pick up the outline, etc, for me. As such, I am not so terrified as I should be, because I don't face it until next Thursday) and then Friday is Contemporary Sociological Theory. I got an A- in the dreaded Classical Social Theory, so I am feeling relatively confident that I can kick the ass of this class as well. At the very least, the readings have GOT to be easier than wading through Kant, Weber and Marx. Right? :)
Next Monday is Italian again, along with my English class: The Creative Process. Which seems very cool.
I'm really excited to go back to school, on one hand. New classes, new stuff. But at the same time, new books, new readings, new lectures, new tests, new papers, new exams.
The plus side is this -- if I continue to do 6 credits each summer, as I did this past summer, I will graduate a FULL SEMESTER before my baby brother. As long as he doesn't do summer credits, too. Seriously, he's five years younger than me and he must not be permitted to graduate either before me or simultaneously. I must beat him. (We will not think about the fact that an ex of mine is also five years my junior and already has an MA, because I get irrationally peeved by that fact. As well as very proud, which, I must say, is a very odd combination of emotions. But anyways!)
Speaking of the brother, he's got his first class of the semester in about ten minutes. He's going to call me when it's over (or I'll just leave at 3:30 to be there for 4 anyways) so I can meet him downtown and show him where his next class is. The building, you see, is a huge-ass building, but it's not marked with anything to indicate it's a building the school uses. This was where my Italian class was last fall. The building I WALKED RIGHT BY about 17 times without knowing it was that building, because it wasn't marked ANYWHERE that it belonged to the university. My brother was like... "Where the hell is THAT building?"
"Remember how I got lost looking for Italian?"
"Oh, no."
"Yep."
"Can you show me where it is?"
I then said that it was between these two streets on this other street.
"... but can you show me? Please?" And then he sounded really pitiful in saying "I don't know where it iiiiiiiiis."
So, naturally, I'll go down and show him. Besides, I have to be down there for work anyways. I'm just leaving a half hour earlier.
And then work. My third-to-last shift.
And then, maybe, meeting up with JB to come back to my place to watch Weeds, which I got last night, but haven't watched yet. I'm watching it tonight, though, come hell or highwater, with or without JB.
But of course, it would be a lot more fun with JB. :)
Okay, I've procrastinated enough. Time to go get dressed.
