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How Many Roads Must a Man Walk Down?
May 01, 2004, 10:11 p.m. There was a SUMS trivia night last night, and my table came third. A very respectable placing for a table calling itself a harem – we ended up with one guy amidst eight girls. Who squealed appropriately every time we got a correct answer. Good times, good times.
I have an aunt sleeping in my bed, and a cousin on our downstairs couch (he’s being shipped off to boarding school. It’s all very John Marsden. I was always partial to the idea of a boarding school, but that’s because I read What Katy Did at School before Jane Eyre.) So I am sleeping in my sister’s room. Which is reminding me of why exactly I was so happy to get out of there at age 12, and why I have titled her the Brat. I had to be up at 8am to go to work this morning, so last night, when I was drifting off to sleep at 1am, and she came home, turned on the light and stomped around for a while, I was most displeased. She then attempted to convince me that she slept with the light on. Then she wanted to watch some TV. Then she wanted to leave the radio on. Of course, when I told my Dad about this today, his reaction was the conclusion that she knew all my buttons, and was pressing each and every one as hard as she could. Which is undoubtedly true, but how freaking juvenile can you get? Some SUMS (hee hee!) people have discovered I have a LiveJournal (yes, I admit it, I am dabbling in the dark side. Deal with it). And now I am afraid they’ll do a Google search for ‘Liadlaith’, which I foolishly told them was original and probably me if they ever saw it anywhere, and find this journal. Mostly I’m worried about them stumbling across certain previous entries (you know which ones they are, because yes, these people do include that person. Ooh, it’s all so clandestine). Unfortunately, the whole making-some-entries-private-dealies is a Gold and Supergold only thing, so that’s not an option. I don’t want to have to delete them, or lock this diary . . . but I jest dinna know what t’do. Hmph. Suggestions? Anyway. On Friday I should be going to see the Lucksmiths (authors of the lyric above) at the Annandale, and meet up with my lovely wife’s new beau, and give him the Lia Stamp of Approval. Or Disapproval, as needs be. Should be fun. Ooh, I should buy an ‘APPROVED’ stamp from work, so I can really stamp him! Hee! Well, that’s all I have. How are you guys doing?
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