Welps Welps

Hardly anyone knows this but I was in Connecticut between Wednesday and early this morning. My uncle passed away but I mostly went to support my dad. I'm a great travel partner especially with my spacey dad. I don't think he would have accomplished anything in a timely matter if it weren't for me. He took me to the city he grew up in AGAIN. But I learn something new every time. My grandfather was a police man between the 30's and 70's and we were able to gain access to various photos and older pistols and a fucking sweet tommy gun through the police station. They were very nice and informative regarding my grandfather and the time at which he worked as a police officer. The city my dad lived in had a sort of Norman Rockwell feel. Very industrial, very safe and everyone knew each other's business. These-a days the place is filled with the poor and overweight. It's horrible.
My great aunt Barbara and great uncle Richard came from New Jersey and they are absolutely wonderful. My great uncle Richard was a seabee in WW2 and designed the infrastructure for plane landing fields. He's very aware of ongoing issues and had a lot of important things to discuss with me. He made a point to tell me he won't be surprised if I'm engaged the next time he sees me but hopes I'll wait till 29. I'm taking it into consideration. His wife Barbara is a laugh riot. She's an ultimate Republican and drinks strictly scotch. She unbelievably loves scotch and consumes it faster than I can keep track. She's quick with comments and is wonderfully hilarious.
I became close one of my dad's friends moms who thinks shes 76 but is actually 78. She loves life and it rubbed off on me. Her favorite thing is lighthouses and she made me promise to write her and gave me fourteen days to send her a picture of me. She also gave me a small teddy bear to remember her by. Her grandson and son in law play the drums but instead of being annoyed by it she dances. I love her.

That's probably not all but my left eye won't stop twitching.

Just goes to shows

I'm horribly sick with a fever, aches and aches. I slept this gloriously sunny day away only waking up a couple of times for no more than ten seconds and not getting out of my bed. One thing that was absolutely wonderful about being sick is that being sick serves as the only time my brother will mature and not bother me. He mistakenly slammed my door open this morning hoping to wake me. Instead he felt bad which is really great for me. Besides that dreams are wonderful. I had a number of beautifully colored dreams and adventure. Dreams are way better than real life. The worst for me has always been waking up out of good dreams unless it's before a trip. Speaking of, my mother wants me to plan a trip to somewhere but I don't know where to go. She says I suddenly became nicer after returning from New York which is probably true. I started a New York puzzle which is like 750 pieces and glows in the dark. I worked on it a little yesterday and I'm pretty quick. I love puzzles and I haven't done one since last winter. If you ever don't know what to get me, get a puzzle, or a dress.

Presentation must include:

My name is Catherine Krenn. I am taking ASL so that I will be proficient in a language other than English. I have a mother, a father and a brother. I can hear and I can speak. In fact, I enjoy both undeniably. I can taste, smell and touch as well. I'll brag my thankfulness out.

Gotta Go

What I absolutely hated about today and what I continue to fail to stop thinking about is my breakfast. As I poured my Frosted Flakes into a bowl I noticed that the point at which I had wanted to stop pouring was not practical as I wouldn't have left enough for the next consumer. I know how much I hate when I'm that unlucky consumer so I felt forced to just finish it. This wouldn't have been so much a problem except for that the amount left was a questionable amount, only slightly not enough for another's bowl. I unwillingly poured the rest including all the excess sugars that lurk the bottom of the bag. My bowl was filled to the rim and I had to upgrade to a larger size. There was no way I was going to eat Frosted Flakes without mixing it with Cocoa Krispies but as a result to limited space I was unable to add the true amount I had desired. I wanted roughly half and half but what I got was more like seven eighths and one eighth. Atleast there was milk and big spoons.

Everybody has a secret

Meone laying on the couch in only the company of himself, bong rips, and blasting psychedelics.

First handedly observing an individuals guilty pleasures is one of the top 10 things life has to offer. It basically proves what you had always thought you knew about a person in the most perfect and undeniable way.
One thing that I've been caught doing on a number of occasions by a number of people is sleeping. Usually heard snoring and found laying on my stomach with a mouth wide open dripping slobber. I've also been caught trying to be sneaky in various ways. I'm always trying to be sneaky especially incorporating exaggerations or completely made up things but also when it comes to valuables. At parties I sneak beers, at Whole Foods I sneak dolmas, and at any Longs or Safeway I sneak gum. Until I stop feeling completely innocent afterwards I will probably never stop. My five year old cousin Rebekah feels the same way. She's always lying and she's been caught sneaking a couple times. My entire family is shocked by her actions but I can't help but to smile slightly.

I also read in a book today that Carl Van Vechten (1880-1964), a former music critic for the New York Times described his interest in African Americans as "almost and addiction" and commissioned a caricature of himself as a black man. He affected a heterosexual identity as a married man but collected photographs of nude black men.

Valentine

Valentine's Day is just as shitty as Lent for the same reason which applies to all holidays minus The Fourth of July and birthdays. The only day I look forward to celebrating is St. Patrick's Day. You don't have to do anything except dye your beer green and wear glittering shamrocks. It's pretty much the best day ever and the only holiday in which there is no dreading involved. The only preparation with regard to St. Patrick's Day, or even the Fourth of July, is the consumption factor. Just make sure everyone is well fed and hydrated. Every other holiday is about the giving you should have been doing every other day. It's a vicious retarded cycle. Holidays should be relaxing filled with only delicious tri-tip and potatoes. So stop your idiotic trying to be cuteness. Giving should be for whenever you feel like it. It's way more genuine than anything you'll ever do for anyone on Valentine's Day.

Birthday Special for Aedin

My nephew turns 6 today. All I remember from being six is learning about all the cool stuff like the order of the planets and what a carnivore is opposed to an omnivore. It's great to think about all of the many adventures my nephew and I have had together since his forever. His creative vocabulary and ideas have sparked up my most favorite of all time converstations. He's so smart and has a witty humor. One time my uncle was visiting from Florida and my nephew corrected his English in the most amazing asshole way possible. I'm so relieved that there's someone who I can joke around with that won't take me seriously. I know I'm not supposed to influence words like stupid or idiot but we both love it so much and together we're a team. Computers have also been a huge influence in our lives. I've been sitting with him at the computer for years and it's sad to see him doing it all by himself now. He doesn't need my help and often refuses when I offer.
We are such a team that on his birthday, currently while the party made special for him is going on, me and Aedin remain within the boundries of my room together speaking of Smencils, monsters and Spyro. We both don't care to spend time with anyone else. He's far too advanced for kids his age and I don't care for anyone else either. It's absolutely wonderful.