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Say howdy to the voices in my head for me, we're not on speaking terms at the moment.

   Tuesday, September 23, 2003

MUSIC: Ben Harper - Widow of a living man
MOOD: Excited


I wear my crown of thorns,
On my liar's chair,
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stain of time,
The feeling disappears.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
-Johnny Cash - Hurt


Having relatives come round so that you can complain and retell everything that happened in the last few years is such a wonderfully cathartic experience. I've decided that I'm glad I don't live in close proximity with any of my nearest kin, that way you don't take them for granted, and you can dump all of your emotions onto them without fear of it rebounding back onto you again. Yep, you guessed it, (well, chances are you probably didn't, but hey, it's not my fault your mental processes aren't as polished as mine) my relatives have been and gone. My dad's sister from America and brother from Scotland came over to visit us, and have just departed.

Myself and America normally has a slightly, whats the best word for it...apathetic relationship. See, I really don't care what America does, and I'm sorry if that bruises some of your bloated ego's. When it comes to my aunt and uncle though, I recind everything nasty about the USA. My uncles a brilliant softly spoken small man, think of Dustin Hoffman in Death of a Salesman if you've ever seen it. Plus I think he's an undercover agent for the CIA, but thats neither here nor there. My aunt's cool too, she's constantly scolding my dad for eating too much fatty foods, which I find hilarious. Anyway, it's been about 3/4 years since we last saw them, so you come to appreciate them more. My uncle and aunt are the same, just located in Stirling, and slightly more well off - they have no children, which is a bonus when your their nephew, you really do look forward to birthdays and Christmas.

A lot of what we did was just sit around and talk, enjoying each others company, something which doesn't happen when you see them everyday, or at least to a lesser extent. It's also the thought that you mightn't ever see them again which hits you harder when they're farther away. When they leave nearby, you can become almost inured to their presence, and it's hard to grasp that they'll eventually pass on in life. Because death, like it or not, is a fact in this world, and as much as we might imagine, for example our granny, to live forever, to be blunt about it, she won't. There's plenty of time to be morbid however, and now aint one of them, I'm in too good a mood. So, where was I? Ah yes, I know now. My American relatives were really worried, because, much to our amusement, but understandably not to theirs, hurricane Isabel was about to hit their house in Virginia. Turns out all it did was knock over a few trees in their garden, but they were still anxious. Something about not being insured for flooding. I laughed anyway.

Not much else to report really. I'm sure that there was some deep and meaningful wisdom I had meant to impart in there somewhere, but it appears to have lost itself. Ah well, no doubt it'll turn up again somewhere, it's just up to you to find it.



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