Memory Week 2, Entry 1

Technically started out as a calisthenic but I wanted to keep going with this... except... I'm feeling very uninspired right now. This is literally a push myself writing.

I tell my sister all the time she should shut up. If my sister were a car radio, she'd be the one with the broken mute button, blaring noise that vibrates the subwoofers of some obnoxious Escalade in an elementary school parking lot, and no matter how much you hit the radio, it won't shut up. I was slouching in the computer chair, back straining, studying stripes and spandex on some plus-sized site, when my sister plopped down on the bed next to me. She was talking to my mother on the phone, laughing in her usual volume, cross-legged with waving jaws. I could briefly hear my mom's voice drift from the phone, solely voice, no words, but it was soon lost behind my the cackle of my Ana's laughter.

I do not think that cackling is an exaggeration. If you look up the definition of cackle, it is defined as a shrill cry a hen makes after laying eggs. My sister's laugh ranges anywhere from a "hee-hee" that reminds me of rusty swings to a throaty warble, sometimes coupled with the rare but necessary snort.  This was a "hee-hee-hee" occasion.

"I think you two would really get along," Ana told my mom, her teeth splitting her face, "you guys are just alike."

I'm staring intently at this $120 dollar dress I know I'll never need and really shouldn't bother buying, but I'm also convincing myself of the pros of this dress. If I ever got invited to a party, I'll be prepared. I could wear it to Kroger--at least I could say I wore it once, and show them all I can get done up outside the uniform. Or maybe I can use it as an excuse to actually go out somewhere, though people like me usually make it to the top of the stairs before sighing and crawling back onto the couch, slipping under my blankets, eating Ben and Jerry's. As I am trying to reason out the sweetheart neckline my sister keeps talking to my mother about her friend. More specifically, her best friend's mother, who Ana has taken on like another mother.

"You're both corny." Ana tells her.
My finger slips on the keyboard. 

Junkyard Quotes Week 2, Entries 1-4

"I am jealous of the banana because it's perfectly acceptable for the banana to go naked everyday."

"There's something sadistic about the word, "scream." Like, look in the mirror and say it nice and slow and see if it doesn't make you smile."

"You know how they say "so-and-so" is probably "rolling in their grave?" What about if they died BCE? Do they have any body left to roll or is it basically just dust?"

"He can hear the female voice [in the book of Genesis] throughout the the many, many years." Sturgis on how someone (I forget the name and will have to ask him) believes that a woman wrote the Book of Genesis.