God in heaven.
Addendum to previous gift list:
Bobby gave me a gift certificate, I've yet to figure out where to as I had to drag my stuff upstairs to get it out of the way, and Mom gave me two sets of beaded jewelry she'd had made for me: one of falcon's eye and silver (Falcon's eye is like tiger's eye only pale blue), and one in amber and silver. Each has a necklace, earrings, and bracelet. They're stunning. Though at first I thought they were just plastic beads, and was rather confused as that is NOT my mother's style in the slightest. Then she told me and I was like "ohhhh."
So, funny story of the day. Normally at Christmas I have a huge stack of gifts, mostly small things. Books, CDs, a large collection of inexpensive stuff and one "really nice" gift. Freshman year it was my stereo, and last year it was my laptop. I'm sure I got something great sophomore year, I could probably go back and look....Ah yes, the GameCube was the big pressie sophomore year.
So today I'm distributing the presents from under the Christmas tree. Mom's got a good 10 or 15 boxes in front of her. Dad's got about the same, four of which I knew to be an incredibly good telescope, stand, book on stars and programmy thingy for telescope. Nana's got a ginormous stack of stuff, as does Aunt Snooze.
And I'm looking in some puzzlement at two small, cube-shaped boxes, three boxes of roughly the size to hold a garment, and one large box.
This doesn't seem right to me, but I rip into them, and discover the two aforementioned sets of beaded jewelry, the two WW books, a sweater, and pajamas. And I'm sitting there kind of confused and a little bit hurt. I'd like to make clear that I wasn't hurt at not getting more presents, but rather at the fact that everybody else seemed to have spent a huge amount of time, effort and money on each other and I'm feeling like the kid on the playground who gets chosen last.
So my Mom, like two hours later (presents got opened slowly and in fits and starts due to the arrival of a houseful of guests, more on that later) looks at me and says "Did you open all your gifts?" and I said yes, and listed off all the things I had gotten. She gives me a look of total confusion, looks at Dad, and murmurs something. Dad shrugs. They look at each other. Mom says "Are there any more boxes under the tree?"
Starting to feel slightly better, I look dutifully under the tree and shake my head. She looks decidedly perplexed and asks Dad "Well where the hell is it?" Dad goes, "I don't know!"
Mom says, "Hang on a second, sweetie, I have another present for you" and runs off upstairs. She comes back a few minutes later with two wrapped packages. The first contains my Two Towers extended DVD. The second? My iPod. With my name engraved on the back no less!
Apparently it arrived the day I got home from school and Mom was in a frenzy to get it wrapped and hidden, because she knows me, and knows that I poke around. =) She hid it so well she forgot where she put it!
*giggles*
So at any rate I feel much better having NOT been completely abandoned. Yes, it makes me sound greedy and selfish but it's kinda weird to be sitting in a room full of family with a few very little boxes and everybody else has huge stacks. I dunno. Probably my low self esteem or something. Anyway, Mom rescued me on the Nana front by giving her a flag and stuff from me.
Shit, am I sharing my room with Aunt Snooze tonight? I hope the fuck not. I mean I love her. Don't get me wrong. But I'd really rather not share my room. *crinkles her nose* She smokes (as does my mom) and I loathe the smell of cigarette smoke, I always have to wash my hair twice when I get out of this house to get the smell off me.
So about the family that came today. We had rabbitbenrin, who's not family but might as well be, plus me and Mom and Dad, Nana, and Aunt Snooze. Snooze's son Steve, his fiancée Julie, his daughter Stephany, and Julie's son Everett came up, as did my Uncle Robbie (my godfather) and his son and daughter. Then we had Uncle Howie and Aunt Johanna, and eventually Lynn and her boyfriend/sig-o/whatever he is Chris came over.
First Uncle Howie and Uncle Robbie (whom I love dearly but so help me God some days I could smack them) started ranting about gay people. My mother wanted to sink right through the floor, as did I. Granted they didn't KNOW that there was a gay person in the room but for the love of God, people, common courtesy and respect here.
Then, we had Everett. Now I used to loathe Stephany intensely, but she's outgrown her annoying stage and now the only thing about her that really aggravates me is that although she's only 14, she tops me by a good 3 inches already. In fact, ALL my cousins do--Bobby's only 13 and he's taller than me, Krissy's 18 and she has an inch or two on me, and Everett's 13 and is taller than me. Bobby rags me about it very occasionally, but he's a good kid and I get on with him. Krissy and I used to be great friends and she doesn't mock me. Steph kids around, but again, she's outgrown her annoying stage and tends to be relatively quiet.
Everett, however, is a fucking pain in the ass.
Julie is a sweetheart, she has her moments but I honestly have no clue how Everett could be her son. She's done amazing things turning Steph into a bearable human being. Now granted Everett was raised by his father and stepmother, and Julie only has him occasionally, but you'd think she'd rub off. Not so. That kid was on me about fucking EVERYTHING. Mocked every word I said, stood on tiptoes expressly to show how much taller than me he was, gave me shit to no end. I finally looked at Julie and said "Julie, I love you, and I apologize in advance if I break your son's jaw."
Now here's the thing about Everett. He's not just annoying, he's dumb. In a houseful of game consoles, last year, he told me quite arrogantly that "girls can't play video games."
I whipped out the N64, put in Super Smash Bros, explained how to play the game, and handicapped it in his favour as far as I could within the game's settings. I even took Captain Falcon, and that was only the second time I'd played that character.
I schooled his ass in a 5-life survival contest without losing a life. Then I gave him a few rounds against the computer until he felt confident. I took him on as Jigglypuff and schooled him again.
You would think that this would shut him up on the subject of girls and video games. He then informed Steph that SHE couldn't beat him. I spent 10 minutes teaching her, and watched her beat his ass.
Childish, yes, I know I am. But at 13 that kid's old enough to know when to shut the fuck up, and even my mother said later "If Everett had said one more thing to you I think he'd be singing soprano." I threw a punch at him that I pulled half an inch from his jaw. Then I said "One more smart remark, Everett, and I will punch you." "You wouldn't dare." "Try me."
And I will, too.
But apart from Everett keeping his brains wedged up his ass as most men are wont to do, the day was nice. It was good to see BenBen. I'm stuffed to death with Christmas dinner and pie. I HAVE A FUCKING iPOD! And I have some new reading material.
Now I just have to inviegle Daddy to get me the Firewire/USB adapter for said iPod, and things will all be good.
But now the holidays are over.....Time to go out with Pam and get in trouble 0=) I should probably see stargemini this break too. I may end up killing him but he can be fun too =) Also Crystal Fox with suspiral, methinks. James, don't, for the love of God, let me buy anything there! Please!
I think my family thinks I'm dating Ben, since I was being clingy and cuddly and snuggly. Don't really care what they think. Also, he's a tease. He kept blowing gently against my ear, and I told him not to start things he wasn't gonna finish. Goddamn my ears are sensitive >_<;
And fuckit, I'm fucking horny, I need a boyfriend.
*sigh*
Okay. I want to write. I don't know if I will. This piece I want to work on....it scares me because I think I know how it goes, and once it's done, it is restricted as all hell for reading audience....only people I trust. There's going to be far too much of me in here. Maybe once I acknowledge that part of me I'll be ok and I can put it away and keep going peacefully....I hope to God, anyway.
Bobby gave me a gift certificate, I've yet to figure out where to as I had to drag my stuff upstairs to get it out of the way, and Mom gave me two sets of beaded jewelry she'd had made for me: one of falcon's eye and silver (Falcon's eye is like tiger's eye only pale blue), and one in amber and silver. Each has a necklace, earrings, and bracelet. They're stunning. Though at first I thought they were just plastic beads, and was rather confused as that is NOT my mother's style in the slightest. Then she told me and I was like "ohhhh."
So, funny story of the day. Normally at Christmas I have a huge stack of gifts, mostly small things. Books, CDs, a large collection of inexpensive stuff and one "really nice" gift. Freshman year it was my stereo, and last year it was my laptop. I'm sure I got something great sophomore year, I could probably go back and look....Ah yes, the GameCube was the big pressie sophomore year.
So today I'm distributing the presents from under the Christmas tree. Mom's got a good 10 or 15 boxes in front of her. Dad's got about the same, four of which I knew to be an incredibly good telescope, stand, book on stars and programmy thingy for telescope. Nana's got a ginormous stack of stuff, as does Aunt Snooze.
And I'm looking in some puzzlement at two small, cube-shaped boxes, three boxes of roughly the size to hold a garment, and one large box.
This doesn't seem right to me, but I rip into them, and discover the two aforementioned sets of beaded jewelry, the two WW books, a sweater, and pajamas. And I'm sitting there kind of confused and a little bit hurt. I'd like to make clear that I wasn't hurt at not getting more presents, but rather at the fact that everybody else seemed to have spent a huge amount of time, effort and money on each other and I'm feeling like the kid on the playground who gets chosen last.
So my Mom, like two hours later (presents got opened slowly and in fits and starts due to the arrival of a houseful of guests, more on that later) looks at me and says "Did you open all your gifts?" and I said yes, and listed off all the things I had gotten. She gives me a look of total confusion, looks at Dad, and murmurs something. Dad shrugs. They look at each other. Mom says "Are there any more boxes under the tree?"
Starting to feel slightly better, I look dutifully under the tree and shake my head. She looks decidedly perplexed and asks Dad "Well where the hell is it?" Dad goes, "I don't know!"
Mom says, "Hang on a second, sweetie, I have another present for you" and runs off upstairs. She comes back a few minutes later with two wrapped packages. The first contains my Two Towers extended DVD. The second? My iPod. With my name engraved on the back no less!
Apparently it arrived the day I got home from school and Mom was in a frenzy to get it wrapped and hidden, because she knows me, and knows that I poke around. =) She hid it so well she forgot where she put it!
*giggles*
So at any rate I feel much better having NOT been completely abandoned. Yes, it makes me sound greedy and selfish but it's kinda weird to be sitting in a room full of family with a few very little boxes and everybody else has huge stacks. I dunno. Probably my low self esteem or something. Anyway, Mom rescued me on the Nana front by giving her a flag and stuff from me.
Shit, am I sharing my room with Aunt Snooze tonight? I hope the fuck not. I mean I love her. Don't get me wrong. But I'd really rather not share my room. *crinkles her nose* She smokes (as does my mom) and I loathe the smell of cigarette smoke, I always have to wash my hair twice when I get out of this house to get the smell off me.
So about the family that came today. We had rabbitbenrin, who's not family but might as well be, plus me and Mom and Dad, Nana, and Aunt Snooze. Snooze's son Steve, his fiancée Julie, his daughter Stephany, and Julie's son Everett came up, as did my Uncle Robbie (my godfather) and his son and daughter. Then we had Uncle Howie and Aunt Johanna, and eventually Lynn and her boyfriend/sig-o/whatever he is Chris came over.
First Uncle Howie and Uncle Robbie (whom I love dearly but so help me God some days I could smack them) started ranting about gay people. My mother wanted to sink right through the floor, as did I. Granted they didn't KNOW that there was a gay person in the room but for the love of God, people, common courtesy and respect here.
Then, we had Everett. Now I used to loathe Stephany intensely, but she's outgrown her annoying stage and now the only thing about her that really aggravates me is that although she's only 14, she tops me by a good 3 inches already. In fact, ALL my cousins do--Bobby's only 13 and he's taller than me, Krissy's 18 and she has an inch or two on me, and Everett's 13 and is taller than me. Bobby rags me about it very occasionally, but he's a good kid and I get on with him. Krissy and I used to be great friends and she doesn't mock me. Steph kids around, but again, she's outgrown her annoying stage and tends to be relatively quiet.
Everett, however, is a fucking pain in the ass.
Julie is a sweetheart, she has her moments but I honestly have no clue how Everett could be her son. She's done amazing things turning Steph into a bearable human being. Now granted Everett was raised by his father and stepmother, and Julie only has him occasionally, but you'd think she'd rub off. Not so. That kid was on me about fucking EVERYTHING. Mocked every word I said, stood on tiptoes expressly to show how much taller than me he was, gave me shit to no end. I finally looked at Julie and said "Julie, I love you, and I apologize in advance if I break your son's jaw."
Now here's the thing about Everett. He's not just annoying, he's dumb. In a houseful of game consoles, last year, he told me quite arrogantly that "girls can't play video games."
I whipped out the N64, put in Super Smash Bros, explained how to play the game, and handicapped it in his favour as far as I could within the game's settings. I even took Captain Falcon, and that was only the second time I'd played that character.
I schooled his ass in a 5-life survival contest without losing a life. Then I gave him a few rounds against the computer until he felt confident. I took him on as Jigglypuff and schooled him again.
You would think that this would shut him up on the subject of girls and video games. He then informed Steph that SHE couldn't beat him. I spent 10 minutes teaching her, and watched her beat his ass.
Childish, yes, I know I am. But at 13 that kid's old enough to know when to shut the fuck up, and even my mother said later "If Everett had said one more thing to you I think he'd be singing soprano." I threw a punch at him that I pulled half an inch from his jaw. Then I said "One more smart remark, Everett, and I will punch you." "You wouldn't dare." "Try me."
And I will, too.
But apart from Everett keeping his brains wedged up his ass as most men are wont to do, the day was nice. It was good to see BenBen. I'm stuffed to death with Christmas dinner and pie. I HAVE A FUCKING iPOD! And I have some new reading material.
Now I just have to inviegle Daddy to get me the Firewire/USB adapter for said iPod, and things will all be good.
But now the holidays are over.....Time to go out with Pam and get in trouble 0=) I should probably see stargemini this break too. I may end up killing him but he can be fun too =) Also Crystal Fox with suspiral, methinks. James, don't, for the love of God, let me buy anything there! Please!
I think my family thinks I'm dating Ben, since I was being clingy and cuddly and snuggly. Don't really care what they think. Also, he's a tease. He kept blowing gently against my ear, and I told him not to start things he wasn't gonna finish. Goddamn my ears are sensitive >_<;
And fuckit, I'm fucking horny, I need a boyfriend.
*sigh*
Okay. I want to write. I don't know if I will. This piece I want to work on....it scares me because I think I know how it goes, and once it's done, it is restricted as all hell for reading audience....only people I trust. There's going to be far too much of me in here. Maybe once I acknowledge that part of me I'll be ok and I can put it away and keep going peacefully....I hope to God, anyway.