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On returning from holiday
Dec. 28th, 2007 05:53 pmThank god, I am done with that.
Not that I hate my relatives, quite the opposite, but when they are grouped together, they get stupid. Period. As I am somewhat resembling of an adult now, I actually respond to some of their idiotic blanket statements, especially when they are talking smack about my mother.
That's really all I have to say about that. Thank god that family is not puritan and against imbibing, that's the only reason I survived that family gathering.
On the dad's side of the family there was much awkward silence, tacky nouveau riche suburbanism, and really really bad kabobs.
Also, upon coming home and trying to find the Cat Which Hides When We Leave, the Box War of 2007 renewed in full force, since despite my major efforts to clean the shit that was hoarded because certain people are not dealing well with the fact my sister and I are no longer children, there is still shit down there. I'm at the "toss anything" point now, with the occasional shiny catching my vision.
And I still have to pack for school. Thank god I had the forsight to pack away the shit I am not taking first, else it would be lost in the closet of doom that my family keeps PUTTING SHIT IN.
Now that the complaints are out of the way and I've listened to angry music:
- My grandfather is still the coolest cat on the block and totally the Widower of Choice that all the old ladies are trying to nab as a second husband. I am so freaking amused, and hope to inherit just a SMIDGE of his pimp gene.
- There were no gifts of utter worthlessness! Call me cold, but I've gotten enough nick-nacks and crap over the years from relatives that I am glad that becoming a not!child that I'm fucking ECSTATIC that they got the hint and just get me gift cards (Borders and Target, yeah, call me a consumer whore, but I like those places). My parents were not so lucky (another goddamn pressure cooker? my poor mom has like FOUR now).
- Now that my sister is a 4.0 student after her first quarter (yes, she is, my kid sister is so smart) I am no longer the target of questions! I couldn't have asked for a better gift.
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yuletide recipient liked my story, which is a load off my mind. Considering that I had to steal someone's roving wireless network to get this information and cursed much at dropped signals... I'd link you, but my identity is supposed to be a sekrit. I'm sure if you stumble upon the story, it'll be easy to tell it's me who wrote it, since I have a sort of weird style.
- Speaking ofyuletide, I got this wonderful Mad Men story and this lovely little Fight Club drabble. I'm starting to think I have a slight "fallen woman" fixation, considering my requests. This should probably disturb me a little, but it doesn't.
- I did not die from the excessive amounts of McDonald's consumed, though I suspect there may be issues later.
- Soon, I will have my own room and no longer be living in my parents' basement.
- Ohayocon.
That's all I've got to say for now. XD
~Cendri
Not that I hate my relatives, quite the opposite, but when they are grouped together, they get stupid. Period. As I am somewhat resembling of an adult now, I actually respond to some of their idiotic blanket statements, especially when they are talking smack about my mother.
That's really all I have to say about that. Thank god that family is not puritan and against imbibing, that's the only reason I survived that family gathering.
On the dad's side of the family there was much awkward silence, tacky nouveau riche suburbanism, and really really bad kabobs.
Also, upon coming home and trying to find the Cat Which Hides When We Leave, the Box War of 2007 renewed in full force, since despite my major efforts to clean the shit that was hoarded because certain people are not dealing well with the fact my sister and I are no longer children, there is still shit down there. I'm at the "toss anything" point now, with the occasional shiny catching my vision.
And I still have to pack for school. Thank god I had the forsight to pack away the shit I am not taking first, else it would be lost in the closet of doom that my family keeps PUTTING SHIT IN.
Now that the complaints are out of the way and I've listened to angry music:
- My grandfather is still the coolest cat on the block and totally the Widower of Choice that all the old ladies are trying to nab as a second husband. I am so freaking amused, and hope to inherit just a SMIDGE of his pimp gene.
- There were no gifts of utter worthlessness! Call me cold, but I've gotten enough nick-nacks and crap over the years from relatives that I am glad that becoming a not!child that I'm fucking ECSTATIC that they got the hint and just get me gift cards (Borders and Target, yeah, call me a consumer whore, but I like those places). My parents were not so lucky (another goddamn pressure cooker? my poor mom has like FOUR now).
- Now that my sister is a 4.0 student after her first quarter (yes, she is, my kid sister is so smart) I am no longer the target of questions! I couldn't have asked for a better gift.
- My
yuletide recipient liked my story, which is a load off my mind. Considering that I had to steal someone's roving wireless network to get this information and cursed much at dropped signals... I'd link you, but my identity is supposed to be a sekrit. I'm sure if you stumble upon the story, it'll be easy to tell it's me who wrote it, since I have a sort of weird style.- Speaking of
yuletide, I got this wonderful Mad Men story and this lovely little Fight Club drabble. I'm starting to think I have a slight "fallen woman" fixation, considering my requests. This should probably disturb me a little, but it doesn't.- I did not die from the excessive amounts of McDonald's consumed, though I suspect there may be issues later.
- Soon, I will have my own room and no longer be living in my parents' basement.
- Ohayocon.
That's all I've got to say for now. XD
~Cendri