god grew tired of us

it was my uncle's 80th birthday today. i couldn't even believe it. i mean, isn't that the average age of death or something? he's so healthy though. my family's weird that way. they just don't die. and they all have their odd bad habits, but they just don't seem to get sick or die. for example, my uncle, he drinks alcohol all the time and eats raw meat. and he's so healthy.
so yeah, my aunt made a huge meal, and Father Joe and Father Len were there too. Father Len married my parents 25 years ago, and Father Joe is the priest at our church. and Massimo and Anna were there too and Auntie Irene.
hmm.. i love dinner's like that. whene everyone's there. decades ago, my uncle and Zio Nerio (who isn't actually my zio, and how died of cancer years ago) were butchers at the MacDonald Hotel and Massimo was the baker. and that's how these three guys met and they've been friends for decades, minus Zio Nerio who passed away, but Auntie Irene (who isn't actually my aunt, we're not related at all) comes to the big dinners that we have all the time. we're like all family friends. it's really sweet. and it's always good times. and i think it's awesome how we're really loud, and we drink alcohol and we laugh and my aunt always invites someone from church. all the time. i love how my family's so religious. it makes things that much more warm and inviting.

but anyways, after cake and all, my brother drove me home 'cause he was going to go to Heather's. whenever we're in the car together we always listen to music really loud and this time i burst out laughing because i can't even count the number of times we sing to every single song and don't know any of the words but we pretend we do. it's quite possibly the funniest thing ever. so we're pulling up to our house and the track lights are on. so we're like.. umm ok. we walk in and the alarm says "Intrusion - Great Room" so we're like.. where the fuck is the great room. lol. Daniel's downstairs and i'm upstairs, i'm turning on lights and then i see my brother in the basement holding a golf club. haha. and then i call my mother up and tell her what went down. nothing happened, but my brother had to go so he gave me the golf club just in case. but now i'm scared, 'cause like, my cats make so much noise and it freaks me out.

and i was on myspace, checked out this movie i wanna see. it looks pretty cool. it's called God Grew Tired of Us. you should watch the trailer. it's on this website: http://www.myspace.com/godgrewtiredofusmovie

anyways, i want to watch Garden State now, all by my lonesome and in a house that could have possibly been intruded.

hopefully i don't get murdered because it would be a shame to stop the growth of such a flourishing blog.

=)