easter; thank the lord, for jesus finally got into heaven
i love my family. i really do.
think the most steriotypical irish family ever. take the exaggerated drinking down a notch and you got it. first off my dad came from a family of eleven and my mom from a family of seven. and today i met my new cousin, rowan john, the first from my moms brother, and in a couple weeks my other uncle is expecting his first kid as well. my dads side is pretty much in ny or ireland, save one family, and they got 3 kids around my age. so its like no matter what, i'm going to have hella family everywhere. unless we get another potato famine (ha. ha. ha.. fuckers. we also grow sheep and other shit now). theyre also kinda traditional, but not asshole conservative-like. lately ive noticed how much trust my mom and dad give me. or at least my mom. my dads usually like yea sure run it by your mom, heres some cash, dont drink whatever let me sleep. actually, to dispell the rumors, my dad doesnt drink too often. sure when he comes home, he makes a seven and seven or grabs a beer, then sleeps the rest of the evening in front of the tv, he works 12 hour days, and hes got a reason to be tired. and shows: ever been to my house. fucking nice. and my mom just loves the fact im still in ap classes, not in trouble, that im really pretty nice to my siblings, and recently freaked out over my combined 1300 on my SAT's. o were all at my grandma's house for easter. its crazy just how close my moms family is. they all still live in the city or the subs around. my grandma had a nice pile of food made, like beef, lamb, lasagna, greens, and all that good stuff. and all the siblings come in, theyre husbands and wives, and my other cousin who's 13. then my uncle and his wife come in with their month old baby rowan. TINY. like fuck. small. i mean normal for a baby, i dont want you to think he has like fetal alcohol sydrome or anything. and i mean my family is so made for kids. they havent had a baby in the house since my sister was born 11 years ago, so all the women totally freaked out. i love 'em.
hah and ive been pressuring my mom for mosquito screens for my room, so as a joke she got me this bug zapper paddle thing. my dad was like oh its a stupid toy, and kinda got my dog wiht it. she yelped and everyone was like oh you fucked up person aw sophie poor thing aw aw. so then hes like it cant be that bad, and charges it, then puts his fingertips on it, then jumps back in the couch yelling ahh ya fecker in his ol accent. hah then me and tony just walked around threatening eachother all morning. good clean fun with electric currents.
oh and this evening after beign in the city, dro dana and dylan (heh all d's), and the respectfully asked to come to my house to watch a movie. so we watched requium for a dream, an awesome movie. its always pretty moving.
i so want to do heroin RIGHT. NOW. hmph.
anyways, im in a very good mood. and i cant wait for the weekend. gonna be a movie weekend wit jenna, seeing pulp fiction and eternal sunshine. YES. very tight.
think the most steriotypical irish family ever. take the exaggerated drinking down a notch and you got it. first off my dad came from a family of eleven and my mom from a family of seven. and today i met my new cousin, rowan john, the first from my moms brother, and in a couple weeks my other uncle is expecting his first kid as well. my dads side is pretty much in ny or ireland, save one family, and they got 3 kids around my age. so its like no matter what, i'm going to have hella family everywhere. unless we get another potato famine (ha. ha. ha.. fuckers. we also grow sheep and other shit now). theyre also kinda traditional, but not asshole conservative-like. lately ive noticed how much trust my mom and dad give me. or at least my mom. my dads usually like yea sure run it by your mom, heres some cash, dont drink whatever let me sleep. actually, to dispell the rumors, my dad doesnt drink too often. sure when he comes home, he makes a seven and seven or grabs a beer, then sleeps the rest of the evening in front of the tv, he works 12 hour days, and hes got a reason to be tired. and shows: ever been to my house. fucking nice. and my mom just loves the fact im still in ap classes, not in trouble, that im really pretty nice to my siblings, and recently freaked out over my combined 1300 on my SAT's. o were all at my grandma's house for easter. its crazy just how close my moms family is. they all still live in the city or the subs around. my grandma had a nice pile of food made, like beef, lamb, lasagna, greens, and all that good stuff. and all the siblings come in, theyre husbands and wives, and my other cousin who's 13. then my uncle and his wife come in with their month old baby rowan. TINY. like fuck. small. i mean normal for a baby, i dont want you to think he has like fetal alcohol sydrome or anything. and i mean my family is so made for kids. they havent had a baby in the house since my sister was born 11 years ago, so all the women totally freaked out. i love 'em.
hah and ive been pressuring my mom for mosquito screens for my room, so as a joke she got me this bug zapper paddle thing. my dad was like oh its a stupid toy, and kinda got my dog wiht it. she yelped and everyone was like oh you fucked up person aw sophie poor thing aw aw. so then hes like it cant be that bad, and charges it, then puts his fingertips on it, then jumps back in the couch yelling ahh ya fecker in his ol accent. hah then me and tony just walked around threatening eachother all morning. good clean fun with electric currents.
oh and this evening after beign in the city, dro dana and dylan (heh all d's), and the respectfully asked to come to my house to watch a movie. so we watched requium for a dream, an awesome movie. its always pretty moving.
i so want to do heroin RIGHT. NOW. hmph.
anyways, im in a very good mood. and i cant wait for the weekend. gonna be a movie weekend wit jenna, seeing pulp fiction and eternal sunshine. YES. very tight.