Sunday, June 12, 2005

The Birthday Issue

MistWeaver: G'day to you.

Voice in the Mist: These long periods of inactivity are irritating. I thought for sure last time you were telling the truth when you said you were back for good.

MistWeaver: I was. But then my laptop broke. And Blogger didn't work on the computer that was the family's. Even now, it doesn't quite work properly, but I'm sick of waiting.

Voice: Interesting. What gave you this sudden urge, hm?

MistWeaver: Actually, it's rather appropriate for me to write right now: after all, it's about a birthday. And the last entry was, too.

Voice: Who's birthday is it this time?

Weaver: Mine, of course. June 13th. That's tomorrow. But my party was held yesterday, with teh last of the guests having left a few hours ago.

Voice: Uh oh. A party. Those never turn out well.

Weaver: Actually, this one wasn't so bad. There were a few people that I would have preferred not being there, and a few I would have liked to be there but weren't, but what could I do about that?

Voice: Not invite them, perhaps?

Weaver: You know how I am. Too goddamned nice for my own good. A few weeks before my birthday, I was stupid enough to mention that I was having a party around the 11th and that everyone was invited.

Voice: Intelligent. I assume that later you hit yourself appropriately hard over the head?

Weaver: Indeed. About as soon as I remembered that I hate huge gatherings of people.

Voice: So what did you do about it?

Weaver: Nothing. I mean, what could I do? At least there were a few people there that really made it worth it. Like David, for example.

Voice: David? Not the one who messed with your friend?

Weaver: Of course not. He's still getting his karma hit back at him. No, I'm talking about David Sicorsky, a guy in my Spanish class who makes me mad every time I look at him.

Voice: Why's that? And why in the name of the mists did you invite him to your party?

Weaver: It's not him that makes me mad. Not exactly. It's how everybody treats him. I mean, he's one of the most awesome, amazing, funkay cool people I know, and people treat him like total shit. I just don't get it. It irritates me to no end, because he always has this aura of sadness around him at school that isn't there anywhere else and should not be there, ever.

Voice: Ah, I see. Another one of your lost souls. They should call you MistGuider, not MistWeaver.

Weaver: Eh, whatever. Guiding them through, parting the mists... It's all the same. But anyways. I'm here to tell a little bit about my party, not go on the Lost Souls rant, or the David rant.

Voice: Let's leave them for another day, then. Do go on.

Weaver: Well, it all starts out on Friday, when I invited Mindy Thurman, a good friend of mine that I almost forgot to invite to the party, and Amber

Whoops, phone call. Later.