the calm before the storm
So, the old lady's been gone for the past week to Louisiana (yay!). Dad's been taking better care of the place than what she ever does (yay for his cooking!). The football team pulled a Disney ending and is going to the State championship (yay...sorta). Geekfest 2005 is ready to go at my place (yay!).
Now the bad news. Old lady comes back tomorrow, and is not only bringing her now-whiny-almost-emo self, but the alhemers-ic *never follows her diet* diabetic grandma that hates us with her. We're stuck with her for at least a month while her old house (read: wreck) is torn down and replaced with a trailer. That's right, allll throughout the break we have to take care of her, and can't leave and do something as an actual family. I wouldn't be suprised if I totally spazz after one week.
graaah. I shouldn't be whining. The old lady's family is seriously dysfunctional at best, this is what comes with being her spawn.
Anyhoo. Sis is taking me to Richard's Relic Shack to pick up Thom's shortsword and my ex-police steel stun baton (the kind that knocks out kneecaps, not shocks). I deserve to get meself a gift for Christmas that will not only come in handy, but is the final touch to my Reno cosplay outfit. ^__^ I'll need something to protect myself when I start driving on my own. Someone tries to attack me, thud, wham, whaddya know, no more kneecaps and/or reproductive organs. Attack thwarted.
For the moment, I seemed to be hooked on Magic: The Gathering. Oh well, better that than drugs.
Wish me luck. Pep band tryouts are tomorrow. I'm the only bassist. Eeek.
Now the bad news. Old lady comes back tomorrow, and is not only bringing her now-whiny-almost-emo self, but the alhemers-ic *never follows her diet* diabetic grandma that hates us with her. We're stuck with her for at least a month while her old house (read: wreck) is torn down and replaced with a trailer. That's right, allll throughout the break we have to take care of her, and can't leave and do something as an actual family. I wouldn't be suprised if I totally spazz after one week.
graaah. I shouldn't be whining. The old lady's family is seriously dysfunctional at best, this is what comes with being her spawn.
Anyhoo. Sis is taking me to Richard's Relic Shack to pick up Thom's shortsword and my ex-police steel stun baton (the kind that knocks out kneecaps, not shocks). I deserve to get meself a gift for Christmas that will not only come in handy, but is the final touch to my Reno cosplay outfit. ^__^ I'll need something to protect myself when I start driving on my own. Someone tries to attack me, thud, wham, whaddya know, no more kneecaps and/or reproductive organs. Attack thwarted.
For the moment, I seemed to be hooked on Magic: The Gathering. Oh well, better that than drugs.
Wish me luck. Pep band tryouts are tomorrow. I'm the only bassist. Eeek.