Fourth of July
Jul. 4th, 2003 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenFourth of July today. Patriotism all over the place. I'm kinda blah over the whole thing, of course... I was asked the significance of the day by someone attempting to make conversation, and when I cheerfully admitted I didn't have a damn clue, everyone round about looked scandalised.
I haven't been online since yesterday morning... it's really difficult to stay on for more than fifteen minutes at a time, as someone always wants a go. Nupur seems to want to spend as much time with me as possible, which I am flattered about, as she seems to tell me stuff she doesn't tell anyone else. When I came to think about it, I realised that it makes sense - she doesn't have the same type of relationship with her parents as I do with mine, and she doesn't seem to have many friends her own age, so she tells me things. As always, I long to take her home with me and let her enjoy herself in a way she can't here. Some of the things she wants are so damn little - like yesterday for instance, she told me she wanted a chance to read teenage magazines - and it gives me such a bad feeling, because if she were living with me, I could so easily buy her a couple of magazines, some bracelets like the ones I have that she likes so much, give her a few CDs so she can listen to stuff like Silverchair and Nirvana and anything else she likes.
But I know, I know, it's none of my business. I just want to do a nice thing, that's all. Be a proper older sister. She's a smart cookie, too, and she seems to be picking stuff up from me that she really shouldn't - I've been trying my best to moderate my language, so it's not that, but last night, we were watching some early fireworks, and just as we we saw some that sparkled in the sky for a few seconds, she said, "Look, Iona didi! Glitter!"
I didn't know what to make of it. Presumably she's been reading over my shoulder when I check my email. Anyway.
Nupur's younger sister, Shivani, baffles me. She can be such a brat, and half the time I'd like nothing better than to string her up by the pigtails. But then, I can't quite decide whether she's more of a brat than most, or it's just my own dislike of most kids coming into play. However, every so often she comes up to me and asks me a question. Recent examples have been "What do they do with the trash when they take it away?" and "What shall I do if I fall into quicksand?" I try to explain, she asks more questions, I explain further, and before I know it, half an hour has passed and I've actually been enjoying myself. I'm glad I can keep her amused that way, as she's ferociously intelligent and gets bored easily.
So, yes. That's the characters. The setting is nice, too. There's a big garden ("yard", they call it) with what Nupur calls a swingset and I call a large wooden thing with slide. The point is, it has two swings, which are guaranteed to take my weight, and I love swings. Every time I start getting pissed off at the lack of solitude in this place, I go out there and sit and swing, and everything comes right.
I think I'll probably get used to it here, even if I never start really liking it. Still, I'm so glad I don't live here. God bless America and all that - well, he'd better, because if any country needs divine blessing, it's this one.
I haven't been online since yesterday morning... it's really difficult to stay on for more than fifteen minutes at a time, as someone always wants a go. Nupur seems to want to spend as much time with me as possible, which I am flattered about, as she seems to tell me stuff she doesn't tell anyone else. When I came to think about it, I realised that it makes sense - she doesn't have the same type of relationship with her parents as I do with mine, and she doesn't seem to have many friends her own age, so she tells me things. As always, I long to take her home with me and let her enjoy herself in a way she can't here. Some of the things she wants are so damn little - like yesterday for instance, she told me she wanted a chance to read teenage magazines - and it gives me such a bad feeling, because if she were living with me, I could so easily buy her a couple of magazines, some bracelets like the ones I have that she likes so much, give her a few CDs so she can listen to stuff like Silverchair and Nirvana and anything else she likes.
But I know, I know, it's none of my business. I just want to do a nice thing, that's all. Be a proper older sister. She's a smart cookie, too, and she seems to be picking stuff up from me that she really shouldn't - I've been trying my best to moderate my language, so it's not that, but last night, we were watching some early fireworks, and just as we we saw some that sparkled in the sky for a few seconds, she said, "Look, Iona didi! Glitter!"
I didn't know what to make of it. Presumably she's been reading over my shoulder when I check my email. Anyway.
Nupur's younger sister, Shivani, baffles me. She can be such a brat, and half the time I'd like nothing better than to string her up by the pigtails. But then, I can't quite decide whether she's more of a brat than most, or it's just my own dislike of most kids coming into play. However, every so often she comes up to me and asks me a question. Recent examples have been "What do they do with the trash when they take it away?" and "What shall I do if I fall into quicksand?" I try to explain, she asks more questions, I explain further, and before I know it, half an hour has passed and I've actually been enjoying myself. I'm glad I can keep her amused that way, as she's ferociously intelligent and gets bored easily.
So, yes. That's the characters. The setting is nice, too. There's a big garden ("yard", they call it) with what Nupur calls a swingset and I call a large wooden thing with slide. The point is, it has two swings, which are guaranteed to take my weight, and I love swings. Every time I start getting pissed off at the lack of solitude in this place, I go out there and sit and swing, and everything comes right.
I think I'll probably get used to it here, even if I never start really liking it. Still, I'm so glad I don't live here. God bless America and all that - well, he'd better, because if any country needs divine blessing, it's this one.
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on 2003-07-05 08:51 am (UTC)i hope yr conquering amerixa and leaving yr mark on the impressionable youth {evan dando wants to cut george dubbyas penis into three and then place the remains into a microwave for forty five minutes} write sirius slash for me please my yoda chana i miss you and want to sit on the sand dunes aghain this time we shall have company and an acoustic guitar (possibly intoxicating asubstances and cigarettes) and do all of those things, but the way that we tend to do them. i miss you i miss you i miss you xoxoxoxoxxo I applied to college
they accepted meLOVERe:
on 2003-07-05 09:35 am (UTC)There is Sirius slash on this journal - all the glitter!stuff wasn't just me being weird, I did write some.
Miss you uberly... see, even starting to talk like you there.
I shall conquer America with you in mind.