Pete's Log: yo
Entry #966, (Life in General)(posted when I was 22 years old.)
Dear Mojo Jojo,
I have decided I should begin addressing you as "Mojo Jojo" because "Dear Log" sounds stupid and the use of "Dear Diary," I fear, would threaten my masculinity. I know, I'm silly. But I did decide that I want to write as to an imaginary listener, and really, seeing how you're an evil monkey bent on world domination, who better to listen to my silly observations? Exactly.
You know, I've frequently found myself wishing I'd started some kind of log/diary/journal thing much earlier. Often I wish I could go back farther than 28 months (I think that's how long it's been). It's so much fun to read old log entries. So I've decided that anytime I have random flashbacks or whatever, I'm going to record them, because chances are that I'm more likely to remember them now than I will be in the future. So here goes.
I don't know why I started thinking about this last night, but I did. I remembered this one girl I knew in Germany. She wasn't originally part of our class, but moved to Steinbach at some point. She developed early and quickly, and I remember how we used to enjoy watching her run during gym class. In part because she was an amazing athlete, but mainly because we were witnessing the wonders of the word "boing" ... hey, we were in middle school, that's what we did. So I used to hang out with her ... and developed a crush on her. So this one time we were studying French together (yes, I did take four years of French while living in Germany) and I confessed to her that I liked her ("Je t'aime.") She responded by telling me she knew. ("Oui, je sais.") We then continued studying. Girls are extraordinarily confusing, and this was one of my first encounters with that fact. Nothing ever happened after that, though we remained friends. I think she later developed an eating disorder, she spent a while in the hospital, and when she finally returned to classes, she was really horribly skinny and looked really weak. It was really sad, since she'd been so pretty and such a great athlete, and now she was so helpless. I've no idea what's happened to her since moving away. But it's amazing how vague the memories are, considering how I felt.
But while on the subject of Germany, I've also been thinking about my accent and such. While in Mississippi, John Trifone pointed out how I'd completely lost my accent. Used to be that I couldn't talk English without a German accent, and I couldn't talk German without an American accent. But now it seems I've lost that accent. I dunno, I still sound the same to me. But I no longer have people ask me where my accent is from. I guess I've been indoctrinated.
Do you enjoy impulse shopping, Mojo? Brian and I just returned from a trip to Meijer that was pure impulse shopping. I had a sudden desire for apple sauce, so off we went. We came back with quite a bit. We're good impulse buyers.
Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! My family's in town. They arrived today, as did the Decker's. So I spent some time with them today. I gave up alcohol for lent, and it's really been pretty easy to abstain so far. But tonight I think I was faced with more temptation than in the rest of lent combined, all coming from my family. My Dad even tried to convince me that lent ended on wednesday! My family cracks me up, I love them.
I cleaned my room today and did laundry. I don't even recognize my room anymore, it's even vacuumed if you would believe it! And then I find out that tomorrow Mom is gonna spend some time helping Mamie clean her room and do laundry. If I'd have known that was an option, I sure wouldn't have spent time doing it today! Actually, I would've, since I'm all independent and stuff...
OK, I can't think of anything else to write right now, so I'm gonna go eat some more random food. Cuz food is good 'n stuff. I hope your attempts at world domination are going well.