xp_communication | Letters from Chicago

June 27, 2004

Dear Jamie,

Love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you.

Will be seeing you in a week! Oh thank God so much and love you so so so so so much. You have the best ideas, ever. Especially when they involve me a) not being at my mother’s and b) seeing you.

Mom’s decided to try and combat my almost wholly science based education (in her mind) and has started dragging me to museums and plays and stuff. Mind, I like museums and plays and stuff, but I dislike being coerced into going to them with my mother. Especially since we have such drastically different tastes. She keeps trying to show me all of this modern stuff and I just don’t understand it.

Honestly, I think she’s almost as glad as I am that I’m going away for next weekend. I wonder if she regrets yet making me come home and forbidding me internet access. She’s to stubborn to go back on it and let me have my connection, or God forbid, send me back to school, but I can tell having me around all the time is driving her up the wall almost as much as it is me. She’s started suggesting I spend more nights at my dad’s, but I still am not fond of sleeping on the couch. Will do it for special stuff (like when dad and I had a Jackie Chan movie marathon this week) but not more often.

Dad’s also been teasing me about how quickly I’m going through paper. Told him he could either send me back to school or not hassle me about the cost of snail mail correspondence. He just laughed.

Love you lots, and I’ll see you soon (albeit, not soon enough.)
-Kitty

June 27, 2004

Dear Paige,

How are you? How go things at school? Hope you’re at least pretending that holidays mean you’re allowed to work less – if nothing else it will make Angelo worry not so much.

Like the paper? Got it just for writing to you – pink sparkles being mailed to anyone else at the mansion would probably get me institutionalized the second I stepped back on the grounds. Sorry I didn’t find any shiny pens to write with, but the little heart stickers make up for it, I think.

You’ve probably heard that my parents are forbidding me computer access while I’m here. Or, not forbidding it, as such, since I can get online at the library, just not letting me use it at home. It’s driving me nuts. I can’t get any work done, and have taken to reading everything that comes into my grasp to distract myself. Got any recommendations?

Say hi to your boys for me, hope they’re well, and give mine a hug for me, because I can only write ‘I love you’ so many times and it’s not the same.

Stay safe, and try not to work yourself too hard on the summer classes – they’re really not that important in the long run. (By the way, are you going to be taking any correspondence courses next term? The college’s offering what looks to be a really fantastic Chem class, although I can’t figure out from the booklet if the labs are do-without-able or make-up-able. I mean, Dr. McCoy is more than qualified for them, but getting the college to let me do things that way is always a fight.)

Damn. Have run out of paper, and I only bought the one. Will try and find something even more girly for my next letter.

Love to all,
-Kitty

June 27, 2004

Dear girls,

How goes? Has Terry killed you yet, Jubilee? Hope not, or if you did, Terry, I hope you didn’t get any blood on my sheets.

I know I should more properly write to all of you separately, but this is more fun. For one thing, I like writing “Residents of room 215” on the envelope. Leave me my small amusements, as there’s precious little else to find fun here.

No, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I’ve been having some fun, although it’s weird doing without my computer most of the time. But the fresh air is good for me, and my control on my temper in regards to my mother gets better every day – although that may be more because every day I get a day closer to getting to leave. I mean, I love my mom, loads, but she drives me nuts some times.

One of the big things I’ve been doing is going to baseball games. My poor Cubs are having a better year than usual, but I can’t really see them doing as well as they did last year. Which is not to say I’m giving up hope. It’s nice to be able to go to the games, at least the home games, and actually see them instead of having to put up with broadcasters and adds.

Am going to get to get away from my parents next weekend. Don’t know if Jamie’s told anybody, but he managed to arrange things so he could go home for the Fourth, and we talked my mom and dad into letting me fly out to visit him and meet his family – a daunting task in and of itself, but well worth it to get to see him.

Must run – am meeting one of my friends here for lunch in the city and if I don’t dash I’ll miss the Ell. Will drop this letter in the box on the way.

Hugs and love to all of you. I miss you guys so much.
-Kitty

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From:

x-jubilee.livejournal.com

Dear Kitty,

Managed to survive Terry's attempts to kill me by fiendishly tickling her whenever she got that murderous look in her eye. (You know the one.)

Jamie did tell us. *grins* You should have seen him bouncing, was seriously sickening in its cuteness.

No worries about writing to us all. It's kinda fun to read your letters out at night with us all there.

And we so have to get a baseball game going when you get back here. *nods firmly*

Come back soon, hey?

Miss you lots.

*hugs*

~Jubilee.

From:

x-crowdofone.livejournal.com

Dear Kitty,

Hope this gets there before you leave. I suppose I should read between the lines and infer that you sort of liked the idea? God, I can't wait to see you. I'm actually doing this thing I used to do to help me wait when I was little, and putting socks on my bedposts as kind of a countdown. I leave on Thursday, so last night I put a sock on one of them, tomorrow I'll put one on another, and so on, and when all my bedposts have socks on them it'll be the day I leave. It's kind of dumb and I think my roommates are going to start wondering if I'm nuts--well, more than usual--but I need to do something to kill the time.

. . . You're the one who drags me to museums and plays and stuff. Well, not "drags" so much as "asks while doing that thing you do where you're adorable and I have no willpower," but I think your mom is nuts thinking all you do is science-geeking. And modern stuff is weird. Is it that stuff that's pretty much "it's art because I was able to fool a museum into displaying it even though it's an empty bag of Cheetos I got out of a vending machine last Thursday and made up some nonsense about metaphor so I could sell it for six figures?" Because I hate that.

I'm sorry you guys are driving each other up the wall. Well . . . a little, anyway, because neither of you are happy about it and you deserve to be happy. But if driving each other up the wall gets you back faster, I can live with it.

Wish it were this weekend already. I miss you more knowing I'll see you soon, which is kinda weird. And I think I'm going to be all wired all day Thursday. I don't think I have enough socks to count the hours until your plane lands. I think I'm gonna go riding tomorrow, if the weather stays nice--I haven't much yet this summer and it's distracting. And I'm still planning on getting you on a horse one of these days.

I'm a little nervous about how my family's going to react, though. I mean, I'm pretty sure they're going to want to see me use my power, and intellectually I know they're probably going to be fine with it--I mean, almost all of them wrote after the documentary and they were supportive, and stuff, but . . . well, I have a pretty weird power to watch happening, you know? I hope they don't freak out.

Mom and Dad won't, anyway--and then you'll be there, and everything will be good. Wish it were more than just a weekend.

Love always,
Jamie

From:

x-kitten.livejournal.com

Dear Jamie,

Ok, the sock thing is weird, but in an adorable sort of way. You're right, though that the guys are going to think you're nuts-er.

As for mom thinking I'm uncultured, I really don't know why it is, she just does. I can live with it, I guess. And the modern stuff isn't quite to the empty cheetos stage, but it's a lot of colored squares on white paper and very silly.

Definitely really really wish it were the weekend, because I'll be seeing you soon!!!!!!

Love you,
-Kitty

From:

x-kitten.livejournal.com

Dear Jubes,

Good, stay alive. I do like having all of my roommates in one piece. Will come back as soon as I can, and am working on annoying my mother into submission to get her to send me back. We'll see how well it works.

Have to run - hope you like the little postcard! Miss you lots too.

-Kitty