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[whatho]

My cousin put her cardigan on yesterday to keep out the chill. Mother expressed surprise at how she could be cold when it was 25 degrees and everyone else was sweating. Cousin said 'It's because I'm thin and I have only my cardigan to keep me warm.'

'What?' Mother refrained from saying. 'Unlike the rest of us under our quivering great mounds of blubber?' Mother is very restrained.

Cousin also threw away all the green bits of our lettuce, and then ate the entire head.

Brother's having difficulty being a vegetarian in China and teaching sullen people from a text book they all hate. Mother advised him to follow the pattern of CJ Lamb in LA Law when she made the Bulgarian law students do their lessons in the swimming pool and sing a lot. I love it when LA Law becomes a guide for life.

He doesn't like the squat toilets either. I offered my wisdom on this matter. I told him he would develop big strong thighs. He'll be up again about now. It's 7.30am there.

I have not been hungry since last Thursday, when I ate half a slice of Mississippi Mud Pie and then stopped. I don't feel ill. I just don't feel hungry. I feel tired, possibly because I don't feel hungry. I haven't written since last Thursday either. Someone hit my off switch last Thursday. I have read four Hindi lessons out of my Teach Yourself Hindi book. So that's something.

My favourite Hindi word is 'Paramparar'. It means 'tradition', but it sounds like a trumpet.

I'm going to bed now. Everyone else went to bed two hours ago, so I think it's my turn.

Comments

[girlofprey.livejournal.com]

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Your cousin is horrendous.

That doesn't quite describe my uncomprehending horror, but it's the best word I have.

I regularly go for weeks without feeling hungry. I think hormones have a lot to do with it. And sleep. And probably your AWFUL COUSIN distracted you from food somewhat. Your current diet still includes Missippi Mud Pie though, so it's clearly not dire just yet.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I continue to feel quite reassured that my cousin does come across as horrendous. I am reflecting on her with baffled amusement. Nothing in her manner comes across as anything other than polite and helpful and lacking extremes of emotion. It's just everything she does that's so awful. She doesn't burn down orphanages. She just comes here all the time when we've dropped hints that sometimes we are quite busy or tired or wanting to spend time with people who aren't her, and she wants us to do entertaining things, like running, and has no ability to recognise that this makes us unhappy and she stares at us and follows us and wants to be completely the centre of attention and has NO IDEA and throws away the lettuce. HELP.

I am eating things. I just feel I needn't. Generally I am a very hungry person. Possibly it will come back soon, then I'll wonder why I missed it. I do miss the part of the pie I shunned. That seems practically evil.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Why would you throw away the green bits of lettuce? I don't get why if you ate lettuce you'd throw the bits away.

You have good toilet wisdom. I hope things get easier for him, preferably by utilising the swimming pool idea.

Paramparar is such a good word! It's a fanfare of tradition.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

She is so wrong. The green bits are the good bits and the white bits are essentially hard water. And we wanted the green bits, but we found she threw them away. She threw away half of our only lettuce and ate the other half. I think this is ill behaviour for a guest.

I think things will get easier for him. He says all the teachers have developed a sort of army mentality with all the frustrations and everything, which sounds kind of fun even if it sort of bodes unwellness for future improvements. But he had to start work this morning, and he only arrived yesterday. And they only gave him a five minute induction. So that was all a bit of a shock to the system, and I think after a weekend off he'll feel better.

Paramparar is the best word ever. I have to sing it slightly. The stresses are on the second and fourth syllables. It couldn't be greater.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

The episode I'm watching has the BBC going officially Christian, and someone introduced "the heathen Sanjeev Bhaskar, Christ killer Paul Simon, and sodomite Ian McKellen".

That's absolutely awful to throw your lettuce away. I don't know how someone could think that was something to do. I mean, how? How does one be so oblivious?

[aldenmacrae.livejournal.com]

She threw away half of our only lettuce and ate the other half.

Ok, actually I think that is just terribly funny. It's exactly the wrong thing to do. ♥

Maybe she is trying to reach out to you through comedy, but she just hasn't quite got her delivery right yet?

Or... maybe she is just an emotionless and horrid girl.

[aldenmacrae.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am so sorry you are missing your brother who is thoughtlessly away in China! ~hugs you tight~

Well, he is not *thoughtlessly* away in China, but I think you know what I mean. On the plus side, I bet you will get to hear HEAPS of exciting stories, and when your brother returns with his new strong thighs you can get him to move furniture around for you.

'Paramparar' is best word ever. I keep saying it, quietly, to myself. It makes me think of elephants.

One more thing: Your cousin? Is a horrid cow. Imagine saying something like that 'It's because I'm thin' comment! Who says things like that?

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Thank you hugely. My brother is missing Lost tonight, so at present he doesn't seem to have the best side of the bargain, but I'm sure it'll get better when he has some weekends and excursions and things.

My cousin is fairly unspeakable. I also am mostly amused at the whole lettuce thing, but it just seemed to sum up the oddness and vague wrongness of her entire visit. My mother would've pointed out that she'd just essentially said the equivalent of 'It's because you're all fat that you get hot', but she didn't think the cousin would get it, so she just boggled instead.