I couldn't decide whether to say farewell to the old century or just write about my silly life as usual, but then Beth said everything I was thinking about being sad that the century I was born in, the century that is mine, will now be ancient history.

So, silly life here I come!

Yesterday I went to Disneyland with my mother.

I have been going alone for ten years, ever since my parents realized that they were paying whatever it was back then only to sit around reading as I ran around on rides all day, and it's been great. I am so the cat who walked by herself, so for me, going to Disneyland alone is the way to do it.

But, this year Mom wanted to come along and she just about drove me out of my mind.

Honestly, anyone would have, because I am unused to compromise at Disneyland--I do what I want when I want and how I want and I never have to ask anyone else what they want, but it's worse with Mom simply because we have the exact opposite way of enjoying rides (not rollercoaster type of rides, she doesn't go on those, but the kind where you look at stuff). I sit completely silently and watch and look and observe and enjoy, and she is very vocal, of the "O, look at that!" and narrating everything she sees variety.

Now, I know that she doesn't do it to bug me, that that is really how she has fun, by sharing it that way, whereas I am the queen of internalizing, but it makes me crazy!

Also, she has a much different way of standing in long lines. I expect long lines at Disneyland (I keep wanting to type McDonald's), and go into what Nigel Barley calls "fieldwork mode", where things take as long as they take and you just sit (or stand, if it's a line at Disneyland) quietly and wait, but Mom complains about how long it's taking and talks to the people next to her in line.

On the whole, though, it was pretty cool.

We did Small World and Honey I Shrunk the Audience (though Mom mourned the loss of Captain Eo) and Star Tours and Pirates of the Caribbean and the Haunted Mansion and I went alone on the Matterhorn and Bear Country Jamboree and Space Mountain and I got a t-shirt that says Disneyland with the letters all as different characters but without faces, and a candle and a dragonfly hair clip, and between bouts of major irritation, had a reasonably good time.

Have I really spent so much of the last ten years alone that I am incapable of being with people? Or is it just a mother/daughter thing?

Check out the first entry of 2000! Congrats, Paul, for being...um...from New Zealand!

Today's horoscope:
Exchanging information and ideas with other people is important. Rationalizing is easy, so be honest with yourself.

One year ago today:
I look like "My First Elvis Barbie".

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