I must admit that I was I a super bad mood last night, hence my short, verbally uneventful blog entry yesterday. I think it started … dunno, the dull day I guess and it just sort of grew into this giant <":}{(^^&$$!!!!!! You know what I mean. Then when I lost that game which I put so much physical and mental concentration into the dam levee burst and New Orleans was flooded! But I didn’t want to take it out on anyone although I did a bit and would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the one person I did kinda blast at. When it comes to this type of thing, I go to my surreptitious spot, which is our roof, and just sit there and think, and listen. Actually our roof has so many memories attached to it. Songkran: when we had tactical water-fights complete with front line forces, reinforcements, spies, double agents, and multi-facetated water weapons!! On the first day of Songkran two years ago – that year was probably the most eventful songkran ever in the way of fanfare and casualties – a group of us snuck up to the roof at 6:00, prepared everything, and when the first innocent and groggy person came within range … the beginning of a 3 hour saga began!! OK, I think I’m using language out of my century here, but all to say, that was so much fun. The roof also reminds me of when we had to lay a wire through the roof and broke so many roof tiles you would think our house had been hit by a meteor shower, and then we topped off the day by drilling a hole into the wrong ceiling!! Of course we fixed it all, which took a whole ‘nother day. Then the time the roof gave in to heavy rain, turning a room into an aquarium. And that happened twice! Ahh, so many memories an old, broken roof can tell.
Memories, lots coming now, all me and my brothers, there’s 3 of us who grew up together and we were so tight! I just don’t get these families where the kids don’t get together well, it never really made sense to me how they could do that! I mean yeah, you get angry at each other every blue moon, but how they could they always be fighting – it just never made sense to me! We did everything together, all did art to an extent just because the others were into it, we have a record of only losing one soccer game together. “Only once EVER EVER!” I wrote in my diary at twelve. We also have been said to all be really handsome, but that was just a poor rumor!! LOL, I’m trying to be modest here, but I’m not working. They aren’t around here now, and we had always been horrible at keeping in touch, but they will always be the best brothers EVER EVER!! Yes, I repeated that on purpose.