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26 November 2009 @ 12:02 am
Because as much as I complain I actually am quite thankful for some things.


My madre. My backbone when mine seems to flex a bit too much. My rock. The person who has been through it all and can still smile.
The woman who is trying to make everything work out, the one person I know who can put up with me acting utterly retarded. Like today, when I came into her room and pounced and acted like a dog for ten minutes. The one who doesn't always see eye to eye with me but can still keep it cool. The one who thinks of Dhani Harrison as her son in law because I mention him fifty million times a day. The one who told me to go up and ask for that solo picture with Dhani. Without her I would have never heard the words "Darling" come from his mouth. The person who despite bad luck fallowing her around still knows how to kick it in the ass and run.
The person who makes the most delicious thanksgiving meals ever, despite it only being for two people.
I love her. I really do.

My brothers, Scottie&Eric. Because despite us being an ocean apart they still find numerous ways to make me smile. Scottie, who hates it when people lay on him or touch him is the one who lets me lay on him for those long car rides in SC. Scottie who is big and strong and is always determined to win, no matter what it takes. Scottie who is protective, but not overprotective. Scottie who has the best pick up lines. Scottie who is a giant. Scottie who should be fat from all the ice cream he eats. Eric who is NOT defined by his brother, Eric who dances to his own beat. Eric who wore my "Smooth Criminal" hat and attempted to moon walk with me. Eric who taught me how to play Texas Hold 'Em. Eric who knows how to count cards. Eric who stayed up with me all night ever since we were little. Eric who shared the love seat with me in the bonus room and long after Brandon and Jordan fell asleep stayed with me and made me laugh at the computer whooping his butt in online poker, who muttered things under his breath, while I looked up sleep disorders on my computer.

Ruia. Because every one needs a person to look up to and as unconventional, clumsy, and spacey as she is still manages to make me laugh and cry.
Ruia who does not see age, race, or cracky senses of humor as anything bad. My Ruia, who decided to talk to me about my love for the beatles when we first really met even though she hates them. Ruia who is the Carl to my Pete and the Tolstoy to my Dostoevesky. Ruia who is determined to make me a proper Indian. Ruia who is always thinking ahead of me, Ruia who knows me better than I know myself. The one who makes fun of things with me, no matter how seemingly awful it is. Ruia who will sing Franz Ferdinand's "Ulysses" with me at the top of our lungs, Ruia who finds joy in singing "Fuck Forever" even when my mom is in the other room. Ruia who proclaimed that Ms.B was a go go dancer who sleeps with Cambodian children. Ruia who told me that I wouldn't leave a mark on this world but instead, a dint. Ruia who is going with me to get married in Russia.

Forrest&Austin. We have that type of relationship where it feels like (despite us only knowing each other for a few months) we've known each other since we were in diapers. These two have proven to me that you can't judge a book by it's singing voice. I can only hope that we hold onto each other till we are so very old so that way we can celebrate many thanksgivings together and bring our kids and quite possibly our grand kids for a good old fashion reunion. These two who managed to be none other than the silliest people I have ever met at any given moment. Forrest, who is the shoulder I can lean on and air turkey when all seems down. Austin who is my forever rival, the one who is not smart enough to know that PIGS ARE BETTER THAN GRUNGE. Forrest who knows just what to say all the time. And Austin to laugh at it every time. I hope that we make it through High School together, and must of all out of junior high alive

And even if you aren't listed:
thank you.

because I can be a pretty shitty person some times.

to my irl friends: comment with a memory and a cute cat pic, plz. :D


fornoir on November 26th, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
This. Is. Ruika.

You're a bitch for making me cry. GAH -- you're so sweet that after I read this I got a cavity, a black mark on my rather great dental record.

:D And so because I loved this so much, and I don't truly know how to express my emotions without sounding like a harpy or being misunderstood, I made a new LJ. Yes, feel free to call me a socially retarded hermit-recluse (which btw, we had a whole discussion on autistic children in bio and the two kids behind me who have known me since 7th grade well, I'll tell you that insulting story later ;D)

I don't usually express my thankfulness because I hate US history and because in my house, all holidays are half-assed when celebrated. But I hope you know I'm thankful for a miniature (and much, MUCH more attractive) Plato. It's quite a sentiment to know you've affected someone at all!

And I remember too how I slowly made my way to you to discuss *shivers* the beatles where our friendship took off like those water geysers in that stupid memorial park (yellowstone?). Hah, martyrdom at its finest, ne?

So yes. Basically, I LOVE YOOOOU. I LOOOOVE YOU. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU. Platonically at best!
ladyystarrdustladyystarrdust on November 27th, 2009 12:03 am (UTC)
I knew it was you when I saw your nammmmmeeee.
Who me!?

Hurrah for love!
And the whole concept behind Thanksgiving is a bunch of bull shit, I mean, if we really wanted to celebrate the good ol days we could prance around and steal the women and children of our neighbors.
It consist of two things that I particularly enjoy: food and family.

I have no comment on how hilariously retarded the cavity remark was. NO COMMENT. NONE.

And I'm going to add your sorry ass so you can see me complain on a daily bases!

fornoir on November 28th, 2009 08:08 pm (UTC)
I shall not! Unless of course some mysterious life-changing thing occurs where I become a self-appointed mute.

:D Hehehe the cavity remark was really truth though!

Hahaha :D I love you! As appealing the thought of stealing my neighbor's wife and kids is, I shall instead mope around writing vaguely smutty fiction.

:D No, I don't really do that. I usually just clean. Y'know, thanksgiving cleaning?

I love having a stalker. OR a well-informed friend!
ladyystarrdustladyystarrdust on November 28th, 2009 10:11 pm (UTC)
As long as you go mute after our wedding!

I still have no comment.

Ahahaha, that works too!
I mean it won't get you arrested, so by all means, go forth!

EW. I've been meaning to clean, but I keep putting it off. Hah.

I think my well-informedness is kind of scary sometimes.
I met this girl via myspace on thenewno2's page, right?
So I was on thenewno2's lastfm and BAM. I know it's her even before I see her profile.
Scary, much?
Not to mention she has a really common name, so it wasn't like I just took a wild guess, but as soon as someone commented "thanks Alex!" I knew it was her.

fornoir on December 5th, 2009 06:11 am (UTC)
Nonetheless, I am flattered you'd know when to spot me ! <3333

Clean before I come to seeee yoooou. Or I shall sneeze on your cat.

ladyystarrdustladyystarrdust on December 5th, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)

And PJ will not approve of your snot on her back!

fornoir on December 5th, 2009 09:31 pm (UTC)
As expected of a hygenic member of the domesticated feline subculture.

ladyystarrdustladyystarrdust on December 6th, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
Just because she licks herself doesn't mean anything!
fornoir on November 26th, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
...the cat is a quite nice addition.