Current Mood: Faint Hearted
Music: Angry Angel - Imogen Heap

What a ROX song. I love it. LOVE IT. Listened to it 10 times straight now and I keep head banging.

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So a little sleuth work here. My parents went out Saturday Night so some spectacular spectacular thing (the brochure is lying on the kitchen table but I'm too lazy to go get it) so my sister and I went hunting for our photo albums which mum has hidden somewhere in the house and refused to give it to us. So we're looking EVERYWHERE...and Karen tells me to get the stool so she can go behind the luggage racks in my parent's walk in closet. So I go to the second living room and just as I'm about to leave with the stool, I glance at the 'armoire' with the cd rack and lamp on it (yeah, my dad's so antiquated, he JUST caught up with CDS). And I glare at it a bit harder and then BANG, I realise...its not really an armoire but a giant, ancient, somewhat spooky looking CHEST.

I yell for my sister. She comes running and she tries to open it.

Unfortunately she cannot because...dundundun...there is a lock. Yep. And its not your usual silver key-lock, its weird. Like scary, mystical weird. Think of the first Indiana Jones weird. Its long, burnished gold colour, with a strange Egyptian drawings inscribed on the side and the keyhole is strange looking. My sister has an immediate flashback to seeing this key before but never realising it was a key. She even draws a picture of it. And thus the hunt begins...where would my mum, apparently the most predictable person in the world, hide this key? And what on earth is ALSO in this chest? (It can't just be the albums.)

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[Two Hours Later]

After flurried searching and me finding a mass of other stuff (my birthday necklace, my earrings from last Christmas, my tamagotchies (one of which I was sure I lost in the Lourve), all my DIY cards I gave to mum when I was younger (I think my mum hates me but she keeps these in her bedside drawer...so I don't know...), all my hairties, my Halloween spider from Year 6 etc. But no key. No godamn key. Nothing that looks like a key. And I've looked everywhere mum might keep it, in dad's weird coin collection, in all of mum's jewellry boxes, in her bags, in the art closet, in the tools closet. ARGH. CANNOT FIND IT.

Sister gives up when boyfriend comes. More on that bitch-of-a-shit later. But I keep wondering...really...how strange. I usually can find something. But this object elludes me.

Although, I'm proud of myself. I did find the barbies Mum confiscated from my playroom when I was eight and dropped my giant bottle of soda on the floor. But they've reduced in number and lost all their clothes??? My God. Was there a war while I was gone?

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Okay, for the past like EIGHT WEEKS, Peter has been staying over every weekend. And I, because its HELLO me, have hated it. I mean, I'm sure he's a nice guy...but he's dating my sister. PROBLEM. The only boyfriend I've EVER liked was Sam and he turned out to be a complete asshole so I'm going to be a complete asshole to each and every one of them. Plus, I've decided that he's not the one and my sister deserves better. Sure, he's like the no.1# sniper in Australia and he's got all these amazing stories but really...ugh. (Altho the boar one was hilarious!) And anyway, all they watch are war movies and by god, that gets boring. I mean HOW MANY TIMES can we watch G.I. Jane? Natalie Portman with a shaved head is sexy. Demi Moore with a shaved head...just reminds me how much I hated my bald Spanish Teacher and how Sonia and I used to sing "Shiny Disco Ball!" everytime he came into the room.
Sometimes in Spanish.

Challah.

~ M.M.W ~
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