Okay so. Two things.....
Alrightee, folks! Two things! *points up, destroying the Fourth wall and sending it to the hospital* Like it says. First:
I like Gela~ato. Alot. The Gela~ato at Matteo's is very good. Very Very Good. In my own words: "It's like I'm eating God!" And I will continue to eat God long into eternity. *achem, clean throat of Flegm* [<- Ooo, doesn't that sound pretty!] Anyways, Sibling and I went over there today, where we met with Bree, ate Gelato and PLayed Gloom an Altogether wonderful game where the main goal is to make your characters absolutely misserable and then kill them off, one by one - Or two at a time - While making your opponents characters as Happy and cheerful as possible. With gruesome fates like "Mauled by a Manatee" and "Persued by Poodles" and Horrible happinesses like "Blessed by the Bishop" and "Wonderfully Well Wed", This game is sure to amuse almost anyone with a bizzare and twisted sense of humour. Buy your set today! *achem* Sorry, Momment over. Anyways, yes.
Now, Second thing, Sibling and I were getting along very well this afternoon, amazingly for us, as we never get along for more than two or so hours straight. So, happiness, from about 1100 hrs to about 1900 hrs, we're the best of friends. We sat and enjoyed Records in my room for a while, while enjoying novels. And then after dinner, She starts to get a little Pissy because I want to read the rules for a game we were all going to play after dinner, Cranium. So she's saying no, and carrying it into the kitchen with her, where it's her night to do clean-up, and I couldn't quite tell if she was joking or not, but she smiled once or twice, so I go along with it, thinking she's joking completely, considering that during dinner, not five minutes previous, we had been joking and quoting things back and forth, and all was good. So I'm sort of joking with, though I'm getting more and more annoyed, and I say "Kay, stoppit, you're being a Nazi," Meaning of course, like the Soup Nazi - You know? "No Soup for YOU!" or a Grammar Nazi. It was a joke, right? But she just sort of looks at me like "What the Fuck did you just say?" Like I'd called her the "biggest fucking super-bitch" or something to that extent. And I'm all trying to defend myself once she gets in my face and jumping at me for saying that she was a Nazi. And she knows that my friends'n'I always say stuff like "You're being a pen Nazi!" or "I am the Cheese Nazi!" It's all in good fun, and It's not like I said, "Okay, Stoppit, you're a Nazi and you follow Hitler," I simply meant that she was being really really elitist about it, saying that I couldn't find out the rules until she decided it was okay. So I'm scratching my head, going, "What?" and trying to out to her that I meant it as a joke and reminding her of the Cheese Nazi thing and whatnot and she comes at me with: "No it's not okay! I obviously didn't know it was a joke, and calling someone a Nazi isn't a joke anyway!" Like she's never done it in her life - She's done it as often as I have. And so I leave the room, as I have nothing to say to this other than what I've already said and go on the computer - she tells me I'm not allowed, becasue it's "both of ours and I have the right to tell you you can't" (or something liek that) and I remind her that I've paid over two hundred dollars to this thing to keep it running and go on anyways. So I've just sat down to the laptop and am waiting for it to boot up and I hear her in the kitchen talking to my mum about how she "riased [me] wrong" and how she "obviously did something wrong" if I thought that Nazis were a joke. Does she even realize how absolutely stupid that is? It's popular culture's fault, not my mother's! But I don't say anything and let my mother deal with it. But still! That gets under my skin so bad! I mean come on! Honestly! I know as well as teh next eprson that Nazis and Hitler were bad, I think it's horrible what they did to the Jew and the Gypsies and what not. The one word used most often to describe them is "Elitist" usually followed by bastards, but whatever. If someone is being elitist in an extreme fashion, then sure, go ahead and call them Nazis. But by no means are you allowed to exagerate and say that your younger sibling is being a Nazi - which can be translated from Jai to mean "acting like a Nazi", and my sister knows this very well. It just isn't done! Taste the sarcasm dripping from my words. In any event, she and I have stopped talking again, after our most succesful day yet. Cheers to Sibling Love.
-J, who is pissed off and needed to rant.
I like Gela~ato. Alot. The Gela~ato at Matteo's is very good. Very Very Good. In my own words: "It's like I'm eating God!" And I will continue to eat God long into eternity. *achem, clean throat of Flegm* [<- Ooo, doesn't that sound pretty!] Anyways, Sibling and I went over there today, where we met with Bree, ate Gelato and PLayed Gloom an Altogether wonderful game where the main goal is to make your characters absolutely misserable and then kill them off, one by one - Or two at a time - While making your opponents characters as Happy and cheerful as possible. With gruesome fates like "Mauled by a Manatee" and "Persued by Poodles" and Horrible happinesses like "Blessed by the Bishop" and "Wonderfully Well Wed", This game is sure to amuse almost anyone with a bizzare and twisted sense of humour. Buy your set today! *achem* Sorry, Momment over. Anyways, yes.
Now, Second thing, Sibling and I were getting along very well this afternoon, amazingly for us, as we never get along for more than two or so hours straight. So, happiness, from about 1100 hrs to about 1900 hrs, we're the best of friends. We sat and enjoyed Records in my room for a while, while enjoying novels. And then after dinner, She starts to get a little Pissy because I want to read the rules for a game we were all going to play after dinner, Cranium. So she's saying no, and carrying it into the kitchen with her, where it's her night to do clean-up, and I couldn't quite tell if she was joking or not, but she smiled once or twice, so I go along with it, thinking she's joking completely, considering that during dinner, not five minutes previous, we had been joking and quoting things back and forth, and all was good. So I'm sort of joking with, though I'm getting more and more annoyed, and I say "Kay, stoppit, you're being a Nazi," Meaning of course, like the Soup Nazi - You know? "No Soup for YOU!" or a Grammar Nazi. It was a joke, right? But she just sort of looks at me like "What the Fuck did you just say?" Like I'd called her the "biggest fucking super-bitch" or something to that extent. And I'm all trying to defend myself once she gets in my face and jumping at me for saying that she was a Nazi. And she knows that my friends'n'I always say stuff like "You're being a pen Nazi!" or "I am the Cheese Nazi!" It's all in good fun, and It's not like I said, "Okay, Stoppit, you're a Nazi and you follow Hitler," I simply meant that she was being really really elitist about it, saying that I couldn't find out the rules until she decided it was okay. So I'm scratching my head, going, "What?" and trying to out to her that I meant it as a joke and reminding her of the Cheese Nazi thing and whatnot and she comes at me with: "No it's not okay! I obviously didn't know it was a joke, and calling someone a Nazi isn't a joke anyway!" Like she's never done it in her life - She's done it as often as I have. And so I leave the room, as I have nothing to say to this other than what I've already said and go on the computer - she tells me I'm not allowed, becasue it's "both of ours and I have the right to tell you you can't" (or something liek that) and I remind her that I've paid over two hundred dollars to this thing to keep it running and go on anyways. So I've just sat down to the laptop and am waiting for it to boot up and I hear her in the kitchen talking to my mum about how she "riased [me] wrong" and how she "obviously did something wrong" if I thought that Nazis were a joke. Does she even realize how absolutely stupid that is? It's popular culture's fault, not my mother's! But I don't say anything and let my mother deal with it. But still! That gets under my skin so bad! I mean come on! Honestly! I know as well as teh next eprson that Nazis and Hitler were bad, I think it's horrible what they did to the Jew and the Gypsies and what not. The one word used most often to describe them is "Elitist" usually followed by bastards, but whatever. If someone is being elitist in an extreme fashion, then sure, go ahead and call them Nazis. But by no means are you allowed to exagerate and say that your younger sibling is being a Nazi - which can be translated from Jai to mean "acting like a Nazi", and my sister knows this very well. It just isn't done! Taste the sarcasm dripping from my words. In any event, she and I have stopped talking again, after our most succesful day yet. Cheers to Sibling Love.
-J, who is pissed off and needed to rant.