It's finally over!
Let's see...not going to ramble on about everything I got, but I will mention the coolest ones. Got some Amy Brown stuff I've been drooling over for forever. Mort got me The Endless Storybook. Oh yeah, I got a record player! Not sure where the Hell in my room that's going to go, but I'll figure something out. Didn't get my map of Germany, but I still have my bday in two weeks and I can always just get that one for myself.
The visit w/my g-parents went better than expected. My g-mom looks rough, but my g-pop looks much better, more rested and happier. The nurse they have is awesome. My g-mom actually listens to her! In short she's a 65 y/o, Jamaican, Seventh Day Adventist. I think it's sorta cool. It allows me to see how open and respectful my g-pop is of other religions and beliefs. That's just cool. My g-mom was asleep most of the time, so it was just me, my parents, and my g-pop. That was great.
On a side note, while I do believe that honesty is the best policy, I really fucking hate it when it causes me to hurt someone else's feelings. Granted, I'm not always the most tactful about it, and that is my own fault. I have gotten better though. But can you reasonably expect someone who just got off work and was greatly disappointed by their tips considering what she was told she would probably make, ears and joints hurting from the cold ass wind all night, PMSing, easily depressed around X-mas, and who's family life for the past two weeks has been turned completely upsidedown to be very tactful?! I'm very tired. I need a shower. And I think I've managed to fuck my sleep schedule. Fun. I swear to God, X-mas Eve is my most reliable night of insomnia throughout the year. It always fucks my schedule too. I'll whip myself back into shape in a couple of days. Maybe. Tomorrow night marks the first night of my stay at Mort's. They leave the next morning. I have laundry to do. Blah.
Später.
The visit w/my g-parents went better than expected. My g-mom looks rough, but my g-pop looks much better, more rested and happier. The nurse they have is awesome. My g-mom actually listens to her! In short she's a 65 y/o, Jamaican, Seventh Day Adventist. I think it's sorta cool. It allows me to see how open and respectful my g-pop is of other religions and beliefs. That's just cool. My g-mom was asleep most of the time, so it was just me, my parents, and my g-pop. That was great.
On a side note, while I do believe that honesty is the best policy, I really fucking hate it when it causes me to hurt someone else's feelings. Granted, I'm not always the most tactful about it, and that is my own fault. I have gotten better though. But can you reasonably expect someone who just got off work and was greatly disappointed by their tips considering what she was told she would probably make, ears and joints hurting from the cold ass wind all night, PMSing, easily depressed around X-mas, and who's family life for the past two weeks has been turned completely upsidedown to be very tactful?! I'm very tired. I need a shower. And I think I've managed to fuck my sleep schedule. Fun. I swear to God, X-mas Eve is my most reliable night of insomnia throughout the year. It always fucks my schedule too. I'll whip myself back into shape in a couple of days. Maybe. Tomorrow night marks the first night of my stay at Mort's. They leave the next morning. I have laundry to do. Blah.
Später.