Saturday, August the 30th, 2003

Today was fun. Left all the (now settling) chaos at home to spend some time at my aunt’s place. Which was different because the people usually here left for the *labour day weekend and I am spending time here with another cousin.

Yes, by saying it like this, I am somehow trying to smoke and mirror away the fact that I have fewer cousins than can be counted on the fingers of one hand. And the number who I actually have interacted with, and been in close geographic proximity (over a moderately significant period of time) doesn’t even need a finger of a hand.

With this scheme of things, I can’t see why my parents should expect me (or theirs’ them) to try to pull off any sort of “normal” level interaction any time soon. It is hard. My world is not the same. I don’t have 40 or something cousins living in homes right accross the street. No, I have very few, and in totally different parts of the world.

It’s not that I plan to use this as a reason for not trying. Ah, well, that’s a lie. I not only plan to, I do.

Today however, was an extremely pleasant change. Hung out, did.. stuff. Fun stuff. Among other things, caught the Pirates of the Carribean. Yeah, we were the oldest people there, but it was one of the funniest movies I have seen in a while.

Thank you, almost everybody I know who’d seen the movie, for the rave reviews (complete with the implicit, you will see it).

Of course, since classes and so on begin in a bit, life should, well, become more.. predictable. Predictable is good. Schedules are good. I like my life all mundane, predictable, and planned.

And, totally unrelated like the last thought, I was catching some US Open action today. I was wondering why my parents didn’t name me something cool, like Anastasia Myskina… besides the obvious getting mocked and horribly beaten in high school of course.

(*I will resist yankeefying my spellings for as long as I can.)

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