Since it's been so long since the last post, this one begins with a brief summary of the active familys history (click 'Show' to read it - if you came here from the EA forums, you have already seen it and can skip it).
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Lise Veronicas notes:
This morning started as usual by feeding my beloved pets, before going downstairs to have breakfast with mom and Thomas.. and typically mom had to talk about her job at the science centre and how close they were to a breakthrough and blah blah blah..
I've heard it all before a thousand
times, and I don't care...
..and of course I had to sit and wait
for him in the schoolbus because he's a such a goody-two-shoes and a
dork.. always helping mom and dad with doing dishes and chores so
they can allow him to spend more time on that nerdy science station
or something...
Ivars notes:
Having the day off and everyone out of the house provides the perfect moment for some time to myself and keeping the house as clean, neat and tidy, and presentable, as possible.. in due time for the maid to arrive. I just can't deal with having a sloppy looking a house.. we're not that kind of family. Everything is in order here, and I want it to look that way too.
Hiring a maid wasn't really my idea, it was Monicas, but I went along with it. She might see things around the house that I don't... though I doubt it... I have not sacked her, just to be on the safe side, and to keep the family peace. I know Monica cares a lot about her job, and the garden.. and with two kids in the house, and a cat, well, yeah.. having a maid is probably not the worst of ideas. Just in case...
Like I said, with two kids in the house... Getting toilet water splashed all over myself and the floor is far from an ideal morning.. I don't know which one of them was behind this, but I have my suspicions...
..and of course it didn't stop there. These ones were obviously targeted for me. I almost considered to send her a message to tell her she is grounded as soon as she comes home from school, but knowing her that would just be an incentive to not come home at all, so I held back...
..and the maid did come in handy,
allowing me some time to relax and brush up on my cooking skills at
the library before going to work..
It was probably best for everyone I wouldn't be home when the kids returned from school...
Monicas notes:
I gave Jonathan the usual friendly nod and told him I'd see him tomorrow, by which he would usually respond with his rather monotone "Yup, see you.", even though that typically wouldn't mean anything other than me taking note of him eating at the table with his colleagues from the robotic lab... but today was different, he said nothing as we left and just walked on forward like a cold machine.. almost as if he had become one of the robots that he works on.. He didn't acknowledge my presence at all, just as if I wasn't there.. or as if he wasn't there, whichever was the case..
I know he has always been a very closed person, not talking much about himself and often not engaging in any more than the bare minimum of common courtesy, which is fine, I've gotten used to it.. but today there was nothing.. No words, no expression on his face, not even the slightest hint of a tilt on his head in my direction..
Must be something that runs in the family, seeing as how his sister Sofie has always been a bit on the grumpy side. Always pushing people away seems to be one of the key strengths of theirs somehow... I'm almost surprised that he is still married.. Well, I guess its no business of mine, but I can't help but to think about it..
Sofies notes:
I never saw the point of riding around in such a flashy and impractical car. I bet it's not cheap on the mileage either. What a waste.. what does she think? That riding around in the car is gonna make it look like everything is ok? Because I know it isn't, it never is. Yeah, they're such a happy family aren't they, with their kids and their pets? All so pretty in pink, it's disgusting, because its all a lie. It always is and always has been.. but I guess if they want to live a lie, I can't stop them.. I just don't want to be around for the day when the illusion breaks and the ugly truth comes out... I almost feel bad for her, it's a tough job keeping it all together... I should know...
Somebody mixed my medicine...
Well
you hurt where you sleep and you sleep where you lie
Now you're in
deep and now you're gonna cry
Got a woman to your left
And a
boy to your right
You start to sweat so
Hold me tight 'cause...
Somebody mixed my
medicine
And somebody's in my head again
And somebody mixed my
medicine again, again
(...)
And now you're in deep and now you're gonna cry (cry!)
Got a woman to your left and a boy to your right (right?)
You start to sweat so hold me tight 'cause
Somebody mixed my medicine...
-"My Medicine", The Pretty Reckless
Monicas notes:
Rain or shine, a perfect garden needs to be tended to to secure an optimal growth for all the plants and to keep the unwanted weeds away... and I know that its silly, perhaps, but I love every single one of my plants almost as if they were my own children and I think I'm just about to learn the right type and amount of fertilizer for each and every one of them, because just like children.. as they grow, you realize you can't treat them all excactly the same..
It can be a bit of a detective's work sometimes, but once I figure it out it's oh so rewarding.. and like children, plants also get older, but for a period that's where the similarities stop... at least the plants don't go through a phase like teenagers..
..and then of course, a plants life span is much shorter than a humans, atleast for now.. I know this is going to be perceived as silly and then some from anyone who doesn't understand, but to me each and every plant is unique, as if they were their own person.. Actually, I think they are, I just haven't found a way to.. realize that yet, so.. it always pains me when one of them has reached the end of its days.. but what can I do.. except to keep moving on until I find the solution to bring out their true form that I see in them...
...and the worst part, I guess, is that I don't know who I'm feeling most sorry for.. it its the plant whose life just ended.. or me for.. not figuring out how to make it truely come to life before its time in my garden was over.. and getting to know it as a person, a real person and not just a plant.. I still believe it is possible, I'm not... I'm not that... I know I'm not, I'm pretty sure of it...
Lise Veronicas notes:
When I got back home from school I saw mom being weird again crying by the trash can.. probably because she had to throw away one of her plants.. again.. It's so.. I don't like it, it scares me, and I thought since we started seeing the doctor that she wouldn't.. that she would stop thinking that plants can talk or whatever it is she's thinking... and, anyway.. I made sure to run past her and in through the back door instead of up front to give a call to Margrethe and ask her if she would hang out at the arcade..
I've been wanting to hang out with her again since we last hung out at the Blitzkrieg house, and well... I didn't feel like hanging around at home with mom and for when dad came home, so... I briefly told mom I was gonna hang out at the arcade with Margrethe before going back out through the kitchen entrance.. I wasn't lying, and I don't think I could've done that now, it would just get me in more trouble..
Margrethe wasn't there when I first arrived, and it made me a little nervous.. I remembered having to ask her a few times just to get her to want to hang out with me at the Blitzkrieg house, so what if she decided to stand me up? What if she had decided I'm to weird and she can't be seen with me, because I'm on medication, and because of our.. or maybe it's because I'm younger than her and her dad is the mayor and my dad only works at the theatre and my mom is a both a geek and a freak like the rest of us and what if I'm just to much of a loser and I'm just not good enough and..
..but then it turned out I was wrong and she was actually impressed about how I had skipped school earlier. She would never dare to do that, not only because her mom is a top ranking doctor at the hospital and the towns psychiatrist, or because her dad is the mayor, but also because he is the prison warden, so she would definately get into trouble and then some if she tried something like that.. they would absolutely kill her if she didn't come home with straight As or something..
Well, I don't think they would, but that's what she's been saying, so..
I wanted to shift the topic to something else, and sure she must have heard about the word going around about how Bjørn-Yngve and this new girl kept handing out flowers to each other at the graveyard of all places!
They're so going to be a couple, I don't understand why they aren't together already! It's totally weird, right?
Then we did what we came there for, to play arcade games and talk trash about school. Playing arcade games is much more fun than reading books and doing homework... Who needs school? We could skip it and just hang out at the arcade all day.. or do whatever!
We could hang out at the beach, or maybe spend an entire summer getting one of those train or bus tickets to just travel the country – Margrethe looks old enough to pass for an adult, I think it would be great!
Margrethe wasn't that optimistic though... she said that we'd probably have better luck getting on one of those rockets to visit the international space station or something, besides.. she had already made plans to spend the summer in town working to save up money for driving classes.. and I thought she had rich parents.. but anyway..
She had a better plan she said, after she had graduated and gotten her drivers license, that we could go on a road trip instead. That would be so much fun! If my parents will allow me to go... I won't be old enough to drive a car then yet, or else my parents would have no say! We're gonna have to do that road trip at one point, sooner or later!
Narrators notes:
Back home the family was having dinner without Lise Veronica, and Monica was again talking to Thomas about science and the little boy was still eager to follow in his mothers footsteps to perform experiments by the chemistry table..
Making mommy proud.. for now.. It's still not certain which way he's going to go as he gets older, but from the looks of it he could very well end up like his mom and his older cousing Oliver Freddy, pursuing a career and perhaps an education in science. Only time will tell – this mind is still young and impressionable. ;)
Regardless, it will probably be a useful experience for him to learn that most, or perhaps everything, in life comes with setbacks and that the road to success can be long and hard...
..which is when it's good that he has a mother there that understands excactly what it's like, and that willingly will provide comfort for when experiments go wrong and explode and to share of her knowledge and wisdom about science and life in general whenever needed..
Lise Veronicas notes:
Playing games all evening made me hungry, so I suggested to head downstairs to the cafeteria on the first floor for a snack, but it turned out it had already closed for the evening, so...
..instead we got a taxi to take us to the Corsican Bistro to have a real dinner. Of course, we could've just gone home to my place to eat whatever was leftover of mom's dinner, but I didn't want to...
Eating out is so much better than
eating at home and I'm getting pretty sick of mom and dads food..
it's just the same boring things over and over again...
Also being out after curfew.. we're not kids anymore, I don't even know why we have a curfew. This is not the big city, this is Sunset Valley, and end of the road small town far away from almost everything.. so that's just stupid. Unless of course they were to develop something strange and dangerous at the science lab or maybe the military base, but I don't think so, that only happens in the movies... no, Sunset Valley is as peaceful and boring as it can get. Nothing ever happens here...
Can't stay out all night though, I was getting tired after a while so I told Margrethe that we could head over to my place. She could even do her homework there, but she insisted that she should finish it before going.. Since dad had forced me to sign up for the study group after school mine was already done, so I was just sitting there being pretty bored and tired.. but atleast we were now seriously breaking the curfew and risked getting arrested by the police any time.. Imagine that, getting arrested just for doing homework.. you see know why these rules are just so dumb?
Homework for 10th graders must be pretty difficult or something, she was taking forever to finish. I just couldn't wait anymore so I called for a taxi and said I'd be going now if she wanted to join.. I've been wanting to ask her to stay the night for a sleepover since forever, but I was just getting so tired I just wanted to go home and get to sleep..
When we came back home mom was already asleep, thank the watcher, and dad was going upstairs to read a bedtime story for Thomas from one of his books on handiness. I can't believe he was still awake and that mom must have allowed him to stay up even after she had gone to bed.
Hanging out at the arcade with
Margrethe was great and we should defo do it again, and maybe next
time I can actually beat her at the games too.. though she says I
won't stand a chance, but we'll see about that.. and I can't wait for
our road trip! Of course, it's not going to be a trip for just the
two of us, we're gonna have to bring Kristina and Robert Bråge along
for the ride too!
..but before then she had to graduate
with perfect grades, because if she did that her parents had promised
to buy her a car.. so I understand that she had to finish her
homework while I went upstairs to take a shower and go to
bed.
I probably wouldn't earn any cool points for throwing a great slumber party and staying up all night, but well.. I have been a bad girl lately I guess.. and I'm gonna need my parents if I am to get a drivers license and a car too when I get old enough, so.. maybe I shouldn't push it to far.. and I could hear from the open bathroom window that Margrethe was getting along with dad pretty well outside talking about his job. She's a good girl and mom and dad should have no problem with letting her stay the night.
I was half asleep by the time she came upstairs, but I could hear her somewhere in the distance as she unpacked the sleeping bag to crawl into it and I'm not really sure, but I think I mumbled a fuzzy 'good night' before the lights went out...
Good night. ;)
Notifications and other happenings:
Despite struggles and hurdles, Sofie and Eivinds relationship is still going strong.
