I sought my soul, But my soul I could not see. I sought my God, But my God eluded me. I sought my brother, And I found all three.
But, as you can see, it too is rather on the sentimental, vomit-inducing, and spiritual side. So in the end I chose a title that is pretty lame, but much better suited for my purposes in general than anything sappy I might write or use in scrapbooks when I'm eighty and sentimental about how great my closest DNA match on the planet is. But not now, when I live with him.
Right now, I kind of think these people must be talking about different brothers to the kind I know. Because, let me just tell you, the experience I had with my little shining star and key to my soul and my God, was totally lolworthy today.
SO. Nathan now has his license, and he can therefore drive my mother's car. This is okay, the car is a cute little thing and not embarrassing to drive or anything, although nathan does hate it. SO anyway, my mom comes to pick me up at school today - which, for reasons I will not explain because they are mundane and boring, is pretty commonplace - and of course every single useless and strong-smelling object he possesses has been left in the car. Along with miscellaneous articles of clothing, including a hair ribbon I may acquire, sneaky-like, presumably belonging to his girlfriend. Let's not comment on the random pieces of Niki's wardrobe that are in this car; I can only take so much per day.
So anyway, I open the little drawer thing under the radio, and there, staring me right in the face, are these obscenely large, obscenely plastic, and obscenely blue-tinted and painted bright, cheap silver aviator sunglasses. With holes of varying sizes all along the the arms. I presume these are meant to look this way, and I presume Nathan purchased them and left them in the car, but both presumptions remain entirely incomprehensible to my sensibilities. Total departure from all things that are okay.
So this in itself is not such a big deal, it may prompt a serious discussion with my brother about his choice in accessories and how wrong those things are, for almost any purpose, but all in all, pretty small on the nathan scale.
AND THEN. I look in the backseat and there is a box. A mystery box. So naturally I examine this box more closely. It purports to contain a strobe light. So naturally I open this box to see if it does indeed contain a strobe light, as promised. It does not. BUT it does contain the accessories for the light, which means the light was in there at one time, presumably after said box was purchased. Which means, natch, I have to do some investigative reporting before I can explain to you just how weird this discovery is. WHATT?
update: (did you see that <---------? I learned that from justin. pretty meat, huh?) the box was inquired after, and nathan told my parents that it was something he and his friend split the cost of, and that they were just playing around with it. Not each other, the light. He has a girlfriend, remember. Not saying that makes homoerotic tendencies an impossibility, just reminding you of the facts. Anyway - I, sitting in the room with my parents while nathan escaped to his own little hovel, made a loud reference to nathan's affinity for raves, and pointed out that clearly the light and glasses were for all the raves he attends. Result: nathan whirls around in panic from his doorway, luckily for him my parents have their backs to him and I can see him... - he would make such a bad james bond - and looks at me in absolute HORROR. He mouths "NO" in that slow motion voice, except it was more applicable use of the term slow motion, because there was motion but no sound. I believe I unintentionally solved the mystery of the strobe light, presented said conclusion to my parents, and was ignored. Oh well,so much for the truth prevailing. At least I'm the smart one still.
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