Sitting here at the end of another day in the life of youknowwho, I look back once again on the day that has passed by, and I interpret it for this journal: what was important today, what deserves mention, what do I remember about today, etc.
My sister was supposed to come by and we were going to go to the mall shopping, all of which did happen but later than I thought and quicker than I thought. She came over later in the morning, and had to work this afternoon. Nevertheless, I managed to get some token gifts for my parents and brother. My sister and mother cannot stand each other. I'm not exactly why, but it's probably got something to do with my sister's age of 22 -- I've observed the twenties can be a time of strife between parents and children/young adults/adults because they (the latter) are just that: semi children semi adults, trying to forge their own identity which seems to come at the expense of the respect and admiration of their parents. My brother was terrible in his twenties, and as he is 29, he continues to exhibit a now milder form of rebellion: absence of communication.
I came home from shopping and researched a little for my honors essay next semester, the book I retrieved from the library "Desire and Truth" is a little disappointing in its rather non-theoretical approach to the eighteenth century novel. Then after dad came home, we had spaghetti and watched "Wall Street Week" and then I came here to do a little surfing. Wow, excitement.
Family life around this house is generally bad this Christmas season. Example: a couple of days ago the Christmas tree (put up incorrectly by dad, which is no surprise) fell down and my mother struggled to put it up properly to know avail, and to great frustration. Dad played with it and now it is propped up against the wall hideously. It's shameful, at least to me.
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