The Burial
Every week, at least once each week, I contemplate killing my sister. Last week it was because she refused to walk five blocks to a club, insisting we should cab. Today, I've asked Brian if he could just kill her for me, and I'll help with the burying part.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning because my sister had asked me to go with her to see China's prime minister off at 7 a.m. with my dad. I honestly don't care to do this, but she convinced me to go, and I wanted to see my dad. Then about 20 till 7, we're running behind, and I told her we should get going, and she said she HAD to get get a latte. I'm just in awe, that her latte could be more important than being on-time for meeting up with my dad.
Then we get there, and I find out the ceremony part will not start till 11 a.m. but the guy will not actually show up till around 1 p.m. My sister somehow forgot to mention all this. I don't have the time to sit around and wait to catch a glimpse of ANY person in the world. I asked her why didn't she tell me about this timing thing, and she told me, "I thought you knew, you didn't ask." Apparently she only knew about the 11a.m. part (which wouldn't have worked for me already) and she had a photo shoot scheduled for 11. I asked her if she had a photo shoot at 11, how the hell did she think she would make it on time from the airport 45 minutes away...she said she figured they could "wait a little".
In a such a short moment of time, she has shown utter lack of regard for my dad's time, my time and the photographer's time. It takes so much patience to love my sister sometimes.
It was nice to see my dad though. I haven't seen him in over a year. He's probably the number one reason I have so much love and patient for people in general. I love my dad, but he is not a good man for my family...before him and my mom got divorced, he caused my family so much pain, time and time again. I figured if I could love someone that has brought so much hearthache for me and my loved ones, I should be able to love others as well.
Eh...where were we again? Ah, yes, killing my sister. I need sleep first, so damn tired...maybe that's her plan, keep me too tired to carry out the "killing her" part. I'll bet if Brian shows up, she'll offer him free food and booze, until he passes out.
Needless to say, the prime minister of China isn't being received with love by everyone here. The more amusing part is, there are actually more people protesting than greeting. Protesters are more eager to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to protest something. Who are these people? Where do they find time to do this? I don't even have time to sit around, eat wonderfully catered food, while watching random performances...yet they have time to stand outside of this guy's hotel to tell him he sucks.
My dad got us these amazing passes that actually worked. Check out the hot photos, they look exactly like us.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning because my sister had asked me to go with her to see China's prime minister off at 7 a.m. with my dad. I honestly don't care to do this, but she convinced me to go, and I wanted to see my dad. Then about 20 till 7, we're running behind, and I told her we should get going, and she said she HAD to get get a latte. I'm just in awe, that her latte could be more important than being on-time for meeting up with my dad.
Then we get there, and I find out the ceremony part will not start till 11 a.m. but the guy will not actually show up till around 1 p.m. My sister somehow forgot to mention all this. I don't have the time to sit around and wait to catch a glimpse of ANY person in the world. I asked her why didn't she tell me about this timing thing, and she told me, "I thought you knew, you didn't ask." Apparently she only knew about the 11a.m. part (which wouldn't have worked for me already) and she had a photo shoot scheduled for 11. I asked her if she had a photo shoot at 11, how the hell did she think she would make it on time from the airport 45 minutes away...she said she figured they could "wait a little".
In a such a short moment of time, she has shown utter lack of regard for my dad's time, my time and the photographer's time. It takes so much patience to love my sister sometimes.
It was nice to see my dad though. I haven't seen him in over a year. He's probably the number one reason I have so much love and patient for people in general. I love my dad, but he is not a good man for my family...before him and my mom got divorced, he caused my family so much pain, time and time again. I figured if I could love someone that has brought so much hearthache for me and my loved ones, I should be able to love others as well.
Eh...where were we again? Ah, yes, killing my sister. I need sleep first, so damn tired...maybe that's her plan, keep me too tired to carry out the "killing her" part. I'll bet if Brian shows up, she'll offer him free food and booze, until he passes out.
Needless to say, the prime minister of China isn't being received with love by everyone here. The more amusing part is, there are actually more people protesting than greeting. Protesters are more eager to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to protest something. Who are these people? Where do they find time to do this? I don't even have time to sit around, eat wonderfully catered food, while watching random performances...yet they have time to stand outside of this guy's hotel to tell him he sucks.
My dad got us these amazing passes that actually worked. Check out the hot photos, they look exactly like us.
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