More wedding shit
I do have some limited internet access now, so I thought I'd take advantage of it. I can get on Livejournal and any website that I want to, but I can't access my email. They have dial up at my family's house (what can I say, Steph and Phil have no money and they're raising a baby, they can't afford DSL right now) and Phil uses AOL for internet access, my AOL address was attached to my sister's account and she long since cancelled the dial up access. So I have to log in on Phil's account and I can't open my own account when I'm already signed into another one. Doesn't that just blow. :-(
Fighting with my mother has continued, we had two more arguments since last I posted, and bear in mind I left the house for several hours between then and now. She offers at some point to take me out clothes shopping (doubt very much she's offering to pay) and buy me something pretty, I tell her I don't do pretty, she says, "Try to keep in mind you're a girl." No, I'm not Girl, I'm Gavin (well, Nicole for the duration of my stay here; the family refuses to call me Gavin, my mother was real pissed off when I told her I still fully intended to change my name) and Gavin is many things and leaves many different impressions but pretty is not one of them. (Go ahead Renee, make little jokes about me in a pretty pink dress and how cute I'd look and how it would just sooo suit me. You know you want to)
But I'm not going to bother with more details than that. Same old shit, we have the same fucking fight over and over, day in day out. This is one of the big reasons why I moved away from her in the first place, and why I don't see myself maintaining contact with her for too much longer unless something changes drastically, and I don't envision that happening.
I got a look at the seating arrangements at the wedding. They're putting me, my aunts and my cousins in between two tables of really uptight, conservative, religious people. That could be trouble, we are a very foul mouthed, very warped, very pissy group, and if any of our conversations should be overheard by people like that... Oh well, we are sort of the family blacksheep, we can do no right, we already know that people will be talking about how fucking horrible we are, there is no avoiding it. I had dinner with them tonight, had a good time. They mentioned maybe coming down to Baltimore to visit at some unspecified time in the future. Now that would be nice, those are relatives I wouldn't mind introducing to people (my father wouldn't be horrible if I thought he would come alone, but he can't even come and pick me up at the train station without bringing his whole family with him, and his wife and his son are kind of hard to take).
I did not realize how important seating arrangements in regards to how close your table is to the bride and groom's is. Stephanie is trying to work this out very delicately so as not to hurt any family member's feelings... oh who am I kidding, its all about fucking Nancy. Phil has said if she's not right up front and center she will pitch a fit. She's not getting the coveted number one table, that goes to my mother (and the relatives she socializes with, my brother and his girlfriend will sit there, along with my Aunt Robin and Uncle Asshole) as she's paying for everything, my father gets table two, Nancy and company will have table three (and poor little me at table five will be right next to her; oh I hope she tries to say something to me, you've been acting like an evil bitch long enough, someone needs to tell you off, let it be me give me a reason).
Is this a normal thing as far as weddings go, or are our combined families just that screwed up?
Fighting with my mother has continued, we had two more arguments since last I posted, and bear in mind I left the house for several hours between then and now. She offers at some point to take me out clothes shopping (doubt very much she's offering to pay) and buy me something pretty, I tell her I don't do pretty, she says, "Try to keep in mind you're a girl." No, I'm not Girl, I'm Gavin (well, Nicole for the duration of my stay here; the family refuses to call me Gavin, my mother was real pissed off when I told her I still fully intended to change my name) and Gavin is many things and leaves many different impressions but pretty is not one of them. (Go ahead Renee, make little jokes about me in a pretty pink dress and how cute I'd look and how it would just sooo suit me. You know you want to)
But I'm not going to bother with more details than that. Same old shit, we have the same fucking fight over and over, day in day out. This is one of the big reasons why I moved away from her in the first place, and why I don't see myself maintaining contact with her for too much longer unless something changes drastically, and I don't envision that happening.
I got a look at the seating arrangements at the wedding. They're putting me, my aunts and my cousins in between two tables of really uptight, conservative, religious people. That could be trouble, we are a very foul mouthed, very warped, very pissy group, and if any of our conversations should be overheard by people like that... Oh well, we are sort of the family blacksheep, we can do no right, we already know that people will be talking about how fucking horrible we are, there is no avoiding it. I had dinner with them tonight, had a good time. They mentioned maybe coming down to Baltimore to visit at some unspecified time in the future. Now that would be nice, those are relatives I wouldn't mind introducing to people (my father wouldn't be horrible if I thought he would come alone, but he can't even come and pick me up at the train station without bringing his whole family with him, and his wife and his son are kind of hard to take).
I did not realize how important seating arrangements in regards to how close your table is to the bride and groom's is. Stephanie is trying to work this out very delicately so as not to hurt any family member's feelings... oh who am I kidding, its all about fucking Nancy. Phil has said if she's not right up front and center she will pitch a fit. She's not getting the coveted number one table, that goes to my mother (and the relatives she socializes with, my brother and his girlfriend will sit there, along with my Aunt Robin and Uncle Asshole) as she's paying for everything, my father gets table two, Nancy and company will have table three (and poor little me at table five will be right next to her; oh I hope she tries to say something to me, you've been acting like an evil bitch long enough, someone needs to tell you off, let it be me give me a reason).
Is this a normal thing as far as weddings go, or are our combined families just that screwed up?