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So my parents are away? So I am sort of pretending to take care of the kids. I hasten to assure you that when I say "the kids" I mean my brothers and my sister, and not, you know, my actual children or, in fact, people who are significantly younger than me in any respect; Rewi's 17, Hedley's 15 and Freya's 13, so they can basically clothe and clean themselves, anyway. They're too lazy to feed themselves but, well, so am I. Anyway, I'm paranoid and like to know where the younger two are.
(and, actually, the older one, except he just schlepped out and wouldn't tell me where he was going, from which I deduce that he's seeing his girlfriend, shock. Which, god, it's not like I don't know where she lives? heh, speaking of which and I don't know if I should mention this in front of sixth_light but anyway; last night he was at a party with said gf. He drove, but he also drank, so they took a taxi home, and when I say home, I mean they were both in the same place and it wasn't here.
because they are petty criminals, he got up at seven this morning to get a taxi back to where he left his car, which is in town - Thorndon, for those of you playing the Wellington game. Because life is fucking funny, he managed to leave his keys at her place and both his phones in the locked car, and ended up walking home to Newtown. He then had to chase down the other brother, who has the spare key and who was also AWL (absent with leave, although when say "leave" I mean "I'm going to Tom's place bye" and leaving me hanging with "-- wait! Who is Tom?") and who eventually turned up at... Walt's, I think? he never answers his damn phone so it's hard to tell.)
Anyway, god, that really long parenthesis later the point of which is for me to be smarmy about don't drink and forget where you left your fucking keys, kids; I'm sitting in the computer which is quite close to the front doo when said door opens and Kenneth files in, followed by Walt, followed by someone whose name I don't know but from whose feet, hair and demeanour I assume is a friend of Hedley's, followed by a couple of GIRLS I don't know, followed by maybe another six friends of Hedley's, and at this point I'm wondering, is Hedley actually with them or is this just a social visit? The place was filling up with fifteen year olds pretty damn fast.
Hedley himself finally appears at the tail end and says, with straight face but with twinkle in eye, "I'm having some friends over." normally, I assure you, my family wouldn't even notice this, but I feel icky about being in loco for so many kids of dubious ability to communicate with their parents and I say so. (Seriously? You wouldn't think this would be a problem, but Hedley goes missing a lot, and maybe if a few less parents were prepared to accept wild gangs of kids in their house without knowing their parents knew, that would be less of a problem. it's okay at half past nine on a saturday, but it's not cool at half past two on a thursday.) Anyway, eventually they leave to go to Matt's, literally 23 houses down and across the road, but the net effect is kind of like this hurricane of fifteen year old ness, wandering through our hallways and talking loudly and generally just being wonderful. I act like a hostile bitch but I really do love that kind of thing, it's so ephemeral and crazy.
On another tangent, I just hope you're all aware that sixth_light is totally my sockpuppet.
Oh, and also: I missed world AIDS day (see, it's possible for me to do this because we're a day ahead and you guys are useless and don't remind everyone 24 hours early.) and I missed domestic violence and I... have missed like every charity to hit the streets in Wellington this summer, and I feel ridiculously bad about it because I don't give regularly to ANY charity and I don't do volunteer work except occasionally for the sake of politics and the only thing I really do is give to street collectors, over summer, when I'm working and so have spare money. don't get me wrong, this is totally self-serving and so I can feel good about myself, but let's face it, I spend a lot of money on transient junk like food. Anyway, the point is: can anyone suggest a way I can give a small amount of time or, preferably, cash, to worthy organisations in wellington? Telephone donations are useless because I don't pay the bills, I don't have a credit card, and volunteering is less preferred because a) I am hopeless with people and b) I work seven days a week, my spare time is precious and also I'm a grumpy bitch. Might x-post this to wellingtonnz.
ETA: NOT religious charities. I know they do a lot of good work, I just don't always feel comfortable with everything they do and I'd rather give to stuff where I know for sure no-one's going to be preachin'.
(and, actually, the older one, except he just schlepped out and wouldn't tell me where he was going, from which I deduce that he's seeing his girlfriend, shock. Which, god, it's not like I don't know where she lives? heh, speaking of which and I don't know if I should mention this in front of sixth_light but anyway; last night he was at a party with said gf. He drove, but he also drank, so they took a taxi home, and when I say home, I mean they were both in the same place and it wasn't here.
because they are petty criminals, he got up at seven this morning to get a taxi back to where he left his car, which is in town - Thorndon, for those of you playing the Wellington game. Because life is fucking funny, he managed to leave his keys at her place and both his phones in the locked car, and ended up walking home to Newtown. He then had to chase down the other brother, who has the spare key and who was also AWL (absent with leave, although when say "leave" I mean "I'm going to Tom's place bye" and leaving me hanging with "-- wait! Who is Tom?") and who eventually turned up at... Walt's, I think? he never answers his damn phone so it's hard to tell.)
Anyway, god, that really long parenthesis later the point of which is for me to be smarmy about don't drink and forget where you left your fucking keys, kids; I'm sitting in the computer which is quite close to the front doo when said door opens and Kenneth files in, followed by Walt, followed by someone whose name I don't know but from whose feet, hair and demeanour I assume is a friend of Hedley's, followed by a couple of GIRLS I don't know, followed by maybe another six friends of Hedley's, and at this point I'm wondering, is Hedley actually with them or is this just a social visit? The place was filling up with fifteen year olds pretty damn fast.
Hedley himself finally appears at the tail end and says, with straight face but with twinkle in eye, "I'm having some friends over." normally, I assure you, my family wouldn't even notice this, but I feel icky about being in loco for so many kids of dubious ability to communicate with their parents and I say so. (Seriously? You wouldn't think this would be a problem, but Hedley goes missing a lot, and maybe if a few less parents were prepared to accept wild gangs of kids in their house without knowing their parents knew, that would be less of a problem. it's okay at half past nine on a saturday, but it's not cool at half past two on a thursday.) Anyway, eventually they leave to go to Matt's, literally 23 houses down and across the road, but the net effect is kind of like this hurricane of fifteen year old ness, wandering through our hallways and talking loudly and generally just being wonderful. I act like a hostile bitch but I really do love that kind of thing, it's so ephemeral and crazy.
On another tangent, I just hope you're all aware that sixth_light is totally my sockpuppet.
Oh, and also: I missed world AIDS day (see, it's possible for me to do this because we're a day ahead and you guys are useless and don't remind everyone 24 hours early.) and I missed domestic violence and I... have missed like every charity to hit the streets in Wellington this summer, and I feel ridiculously bad about it because I don't give regularly to ANY charity and I don't do volunteer work except occasionally for the sake of politics and the only thing I really do is give to street collectors, over summer, when I'm working and so have spare money. don't get me wrong, this is totally self-serving and so I can feel good about myself, but let's face it, I spend a lot of money on transient junk like food. Anyway, the point is: can anyone suggest a way I can give a small amount of time or, preferably, cash, to worthy organisations in wellington? Telephone donations are useless because I don't pay the bills, I don't have a credit card, and volunteering is less preferred because a) I am hopeless with people and b) I work seven days a week, my spare time is precious and also I'm a grumpy bitch. Might x-post this to wellingtonnz.
ETA: NOT religious charities. I know they do a lot of good work, I just don't always feel comfortable with everything they do and I'd rather give to stuff where I know for sure no-one's going to be preachin'.