chelseamorning: hey
queendee: hey.
chelseamorning: i have some news.
queendee: about what?
chelseamorning: brook was waiting for me when i got home. 2 tell me she knos about us. that she figured out our secret.
queendee: WHAT???
chelseamorning: yep. she knos that we r dating.
queendee: oh. Really, she knows we’re dating? How’d she figure it out?
chelseamorning: think about it. we know we’re not being as secret as we should. brook knows i’ve been lying about stuff. and about the issues with my grls @ school. all that.
chelseamorning: and she read a lot of nancy drew growing up. so she’s a really good detective.
queendee: yeah, sounds like it.
queendee: what did she say to you? how’d she take the news?
chelseamorning: she supports me, no matter who i’m with. us. she supports us, d. we r in this together. and she says i should feel safe talking 2 her about anything. i think she’s upset that i didn’t tell her about our secret love in the 1st place.
queendee: that might have made things easier, looking back.
chelseamorning: she says u can come over and hang out more—but she’s trying to decide how she feels about sleepovers. still, it makes my house a better crash site.
chelseamorning: the problem is that she really thinks i should tell mom.
chelseamorning: she’s really sure that mom will understand. i’m trying to convince her 2 let me tell her just when i’m ready.
queendee: omg! just had a scary thought!
queendee: she isn’t going to tell my parents about this, is she? About our secret love? They’d flip out if they knew about you and me. I mean, you’re not even Jewish.
chelseamorning: don’t worry. i told her your parents would never understand. and she knos that this is why i haven’t been hanging out with my so-called ‘friends’ lately.
queendee: *sniff* it’s so hard when people around you can’t accept who you fall in love with.
chelseamorning: i call dibs on being juliet.
(Continue to status updates.)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
diary
Status: My eyes only
this is so much harder than i thought it would be! this summer it seemed so easy, so clear. so fresh and exciting. now it’s just lies lies lies, and scrambling and hiding. why can’t we just go back to the woods? everything felt so right there. i can’t concentr8, not even on the things that really matter. i can hardly eat. am i turning into an emotional wreck? does it show? i know my so-called “friends” r making fun of me behind my back, and the only 1s who understand i can’t even act friendly with during school.
@ least the extracurricular “study sessions” are worth it. ;-)
(Continue to Brook and Ira.)
this is so much harder than i thought it would be! this summer it seemed so easy, so clear. so fresh and exciting. now it’s just lies lies lies, and scrambling and hiding. why can’t we just go back to the woods? everything felt so right there. i can’t concentr8, not even on the things that really matter. i can hardly eat. am i turning into an emotional wreck? does it show? i know my so-called “friends” r making fun of me behind my back, and the only 1s who understand i can’t even act friendly with during school.
@ least the extracurricular “study sessions” are worth it. ;-)
(Continue to Brook and Ira.)
Friday, September 11, 2009
weirdest present
Status: Friends only
dad was on the glowstone expedition to antarctica (here's the article, in case you haven’t heard about it), where it sounds like there were just tons of glowstones with barely any buzz lying around. and it was brook’s birthday this week, so dad decided to send her a glowstone necklace.
first of all, nobody report us to the police or customs or anything, k? mom was really annoyed by the gift, did this whole “what is his problem?” thing, and i think brook and i both kind of agreed. in a way, it was worse than the time when we were kids and he tried to smuggle us platypus eggs for xmas.
from what dad said in his card it sounds like everyone involved in the expedition took at least a few nice glowstones as souvenirs, since there were so many lying around, and i’ll bet there are thousands of people around the world who have some hidden away somewhere, so i guess it’s not really that big a deal.
it’s kind of weird that dad had it made into a necklace though, considering that even owning a glowstone is kind of illegal, but somehow he got it stained pink so it just looks like a giant piece of quartz. (he must know a pretty fast jeweler—he just got back from antarctica like last week.)
what’s funny about all this is that brook has always said she’s a mild sensitive. (but mom says that brook’s a mild hypochondriac.) i guess it wouldn’t surprise me if she was, but she pulled out the necklace without reading the card and was all like, “oh, rose quartz, pretty!” and then she reads the card and goes, “yeah, i can feel the buzz, it’s just really faint.” that’s my sister.
and also, i think the idea of having a glowstone creeps her out, but at the same time i think that just because it’s one of a kind she’s pretty proud of it. so we’ll see if she ever wears it out of the house or not.
i hope crazy isn’t too hereditary.
(Continue to Brook's blog.)
dad was on the glowstone expedition to antarctica (here's the article, in case you haven’t heard about it), where it sounds like there were just tons of glowstones with barely any buzz lying around. and it was brook’s birthday this week, so dad decided to send her a glowstone necklace.
first of all, nobody report us to the police or customs or anything, k? mom was really annoyed by the gift, did this whole “what is his problem?” thing, and i think brook and i both kind of agreed. in a way, it was worse than the time when we were kids and he tried to smuggle us platypus eggs for xmas.
from what dad said in his card it sounds like everyone involved in the expedition took at least a few nice glowstones as souvenirs, since there were so many lying around, and i’ll bet there are thousands of people around the world who have some hidden away somewhere, so i guess it’s not really that big a deal.
it’s kind of weird that dad had it made into a necklace though, considering that even owning a glowstone is kind of illegal, but somehow he got it stained pink so it just looks like a giant piece of quartz. (he must know a pretty fast jeweler—he just got back from antarctica like last week.)
what’s funny about all this is that brook has always said she’s a mild sensitive. (but mom says that brook’s a mild hypochondriac.) i guess it wouldn’t surprise me if she was, but she pulled out the necklace without reading the card and was all like, “oh, rose quartz, pretty!” and then she reads the card and goes, “yeah, i can feel the buzz, it’s just really faint.” that’s my sister.
and also, i think the idea of having a glowstone creeps her out, but at the same time i think that just because it’s one of a kind she’s pretty proud of it. so we’ll see if she ever wears it out of the house or not.
i hope crazy isn’t too hereditary.
(Continue to Brook's blog.)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Inbox: Back from the abysmal south
From: Henri Haupenstaat
To: Brook Haupenstaat; Chelsea Haupenstaat
Subject: Back from the abysmal south
Hey girls,
Is it almost September already? I’m sure sorry I didn’t get to see the two of you this summer. But to be honest, I’m more sorry that summer’s over so soon. I’m frozen to the bone and may have to spend a few weeks somewhere tropical just to thaw out.
Like I said before, even if we only went a few miles inland, Antarctica in the winter is absurd. Sure, less chance of the ice shelf shifting, but you have no idea how cold it is. Your MN winters, can’t even compare. Most of us wore the same long underwear for much of the six weeks because even in our “heated” shelter we couldn’t bear to strip fully, let alone shower.
All said and done though, the trip was successful. (According, at least, to the same questionable scientists and grad students who thought Antarctica in winter was a good idea.) They found a high concentration of glowstone—even more than in the Andes quarry, and some of the shards they collected were bigger and in better condition than the pieces out for public display at the mythical heroes exhibit at the British Museum. They’ll be issuing a formal press release in the next couple of days—with accompanying photographs provided by yours truly.
All in all, I would characterize the trip as being a mix of hard work, excruciating boredom and more cold and dark than a person should ever have to put up with. But here’s one interesting fact. The scientist types drilled about 20 meters into the ice and found that the glowstone seemed to get more concentrated the lower they went. They were going to go deeper the next day to see if this trend continued, but then in the morning they decided not to do any more drilling at all. I was indifferent—I already had images of the scientists handling the drill, so going deeper made no difference to my role—but it still seemed very odd that they were all practically singing the night before and then couldn’t care less come morning.
And they say we artistic types are hard to understand.
I’m just glad this jaunt to the frozen wastes is over. I’ll pass on the links to any articles they write up about the expedition.
Yours ever,
Dad
(Continue to Ira's outbox.)
To: Brook Haupenstaat; Chelsea Haupenstaat
Subject: Back from the abysmal south
Hey girls,
Is it almost September already? I’m sure sorry I didn’t get to see the two of you this summer. But to be honest, I’m more sorry that summer’s over so soon. I’m frozen to the bone and may have to spend a few weeks somewhere tropical just to thaw out.
Like I said before, even if we only went a few miles inland, Antarctica in the winter is absurd. Sure, less chance of the ice shelf shifting, but you have no idea how cold it is. Your MN winters, can’t even compare. Most of us wore the same long underwear for much of the six weeks because even in our “heated” shelter we couldn’t bear to strip fully, let alone shower.
All said and done though, the trip was successful. (According, at least, to the same questionable scientists and grad students who thought Antarctica in winter was a good idea.) They found a high concentration of glowstone—even more than in the Andes quarry, and some of the shards they collected were bigger and in better condition than the pieces out for public display at the mythical heroes exhibit at the British Museum. They’ll be issuing a formal press release in the next couple of days—with accompanying photographs provided by yours truly.
All in all, I would characterize the trip as being a mix of hard work, excruciating boredom and more cold and dark than a person should ever have to put up with. But here’s one interesting fact. The scientist types drilled about 20 meters into the ice and found that the glowstone seemed to get more concentrated the lower they went. They were going to go deeper the next day to see if this trend continued, but then in the morning they decided not to do any more drilling at all. I was indifferent—I already had images of the scientists handling the drill, so going deeper made no difference to my role—but it still seemed very odd that they were all practically singing the night before and then couldn’t care less come morning.
And they say we artistic types are hard to understand.
I’m just glad this jaunt to the frozen wastes is over. I’ll pass on the links to any articles they write up about the expedition.
Yours ever,
Dad
(Continue to Ira's outbox.)
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