Meh, who the hell cares? It's my blog, I'll do what I want. Anyway... I've read my first entry over and over... and I've realized that I'm being a total jerk to my sisters. But I won't change my attitude towards Dad and Stepmom. Just because I'm scared of them, though, doesn't mean I should hurt my sisters in the process. I'm going away this Saturday to my Eldest Aunt's house, so I'll send them a letter from there.
I'm joining a AIDS awareness volunteer program, BTW. That's why I'm off to Eldest Aunt's. Her daughter (my Female Cousin) has a friend whose mother is in charge of it. My Female Cousin's friend is half Irish (from her mom), and half Japanese (from her dad). That's quite a combination! I've met Female Cousin's friend before, and forgive my being poetic, but she's a rare jewel, indeed. Then again, so is Female Cousin. Her father is my Norweigian Uncle. I think Female Cousin is a lot prettier than I am, to be honest. She's half Norweigian, and what am I? A mutt. Both sides of my family come from many different places, including but not limited to: Russia, Germany, former Czechslovakia, France, Scotland... I can't think of any more. There are a LOT more, trust me.
You know what I don't like? The fact that many people consider being Jewish to be only a religion. That is far from the truth. It's a whole frickin' culture! Yes, I happen to have Jewish blood... from my father's side, so I wouldn't be considered a real Jew. Plus I don't go to a synagogue. But I still consider myself to be Jewish, mainly because I respect those people so highly. Jews are the most oppressed and pushed around people in history, ever since Ancient Egypt, and even before that!! And yet, we're still here. I only have one thing against the Jewish faith, though... the whole bloodline through the mother thing. It was because of that rule that my Twin Sister (hereafter referred to as Lena) couldn't be buried in a Jewish cemetary. They did, however, plant a tree in their honor for "Cousin Lena." I have yet to visit this tree. I haven't visited Lena's gravesite in a long while, either.
There used to be a florist nearby the graveyard where Lena was buried. It's gone now, long replaced by houses. But I still remember it. Mom and I used to go there all the time to get Lena some carnations and baby's breath. (Kind of ironic... reminds me of Carnation baby formula, and the fact that Lena lost her baby's breath that she discontinued living.) Yeesh, now I'm starting to get morbid here. I'm reminding myself of Edward Gorey's "Gashlycrumb Tinies" and Lemony Snicket's "A Series of Unfortunate Events," both of which I happen to own and love.
Here's the text from The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey, otherwise titled, "After the Outing." Though you really ought to buy the book, as it has morbidly amusing illustrations that will tickle your funny bone (not to mention any hidden sadistic tendencies, bwahahaha).
A is for Amy who fell down the stairs
B is for Basil assaulted by bears
C is for Clara who wasted away
D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh
E is for Ernest who choked on a peach
F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech
G is for George smothered under a rug
H is for Hector done in by a thug
I is for Ida who drowned in a lake
J is for James who took lye by mistake
K is for Kate who was struck with an axe
L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks
M is for Maud who was swept out to sea
N is for Neville who died of ennui
O is for Olive run through with an awl
P is for Prue trampled flat in a brawl
Q is for Quentin who sank in a mire
R is for Rhoda consumed by a fire
S is for Susan who perished of fits
T is for Titus who flew into bits
U is for Una who slipped down a drain
V is for Victor squashed under a train
W is for Winnie embedded in ice
X is for Xerxes devoured by mice
Y is for Yorick whose head was knocked in
Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin
"Gorey" is an appropriate name for the this guy, apparently.
