Inner!Captain (not Cap'n) Jack had a grand ol' time tonight
This evening, I was channel surfing and wound up watching "Glitter" for the first time since it aired. Shortly thereafter, I was called to dinner, where I discovered that the padres had also been watching the episode in another room. We had a brief but lively conversation/immature gigglefest about the episode while the hermana glared disapproval (mixed with confusion, as she didn't actually understand any of the jokes but could tell that they were dirty and therefore Disapproved), during which my father made the observation that the funniest thing about it is that "She didn't see what they saw."
Mere minutes later, I took a bite of my main course, which fell spectacularly apart, prompting a straight-faced, apparently irony-resistant round-table discussion about my sausage sandwich and how I just needed to push the meat back in, and oh, by the way, I had a milk mustache.
Apparently you don't have to be from Canada to be blissfully unaware of what you are saying.
ETA: Oh, PS - By intentionally misleading us to believe she was talking about a friend from high school with the same name who lives in the area, the hermana got "permission" from the padres to have her pissant scumbag worthless asshat of a boyfriend "come over" tomorrow...which, since it's a 300 mile trip, means he'll be staying with us for the weekend FUCKFUCKFUCK. Mum stopped by my room earlier to ask if I was going to "run away" and counseled me to "Just be nice." Fuck that noise. I do not approve of this, I will never approve of this, and, being as I am in my own godsdamned house, I refuse to pretend that I approve of this. Generally, I would make plans to be out of the house all weekend, but it's a bloody holiday, so nothing will be open in this backwater bog of a town.
So, that pretty effectively ruined the happy-P&R-marathoning buzz I had worked up the past couple of days (I didn't even get her caught up so Ben could demonstrate fully how a proper boyfriend should act. She has clearly forgotten.)
EOATA: The more I think about what she just pulled, the angrier I am. And I've been thinking about it a lot, so this is essentially me right now:
(I took the screencap of Giles but was otherwise uninvolved in the creation of these images. I apologise for the citation fail, but I'm too angry to even try to track down credits. I'm an awful, awful person; that is the moral of this post.)
I'm...gonna go watch a Community and see if I can't calm down a little.
Mere minutes later, I took a bite of my main course, which fell spectacularly apart, prompting a straight-faced, apparently irony-resistant round-table discussion about my sausage sandwich and how I just needed to push the meat back in, and oh, by the way, I had a milk mustache.
Apparently you don't have to be from Canada to be blissfully unaware of what you are saying.
ETA: Oh, PS - By intentionally misleading us to believe she was talking about a friend from high school with the same name who lives in the area, the hermana got "permission" from the padres to have her pissant scumbag worthless asshat of a boyfriend "come over" tomorrow...which, since it's a 300 mile trip, means he'll be staying with us for the weekend FUCKFUCKFUCK. Mum stopped by my room earlier to ask if I was going to "run away" and counseled me to "Just be nice." Fuck that noise. I do not approve of this, I will never approve of this, and, being as I am in my own godsdamned house, I refuse to pretend that I approve of this. Generally, I would make plans to be out of the house all weekend, but it's a bloody holiday, so nothing will be open in this backwater bog of a town.
So, that pretty effectively ruined the happy-P&R-marathoning buzz I had worked up the past couple of days (I didn't even get her caught up so Ben could demonstrate fully how a proper boyfriend should act. She has clearly forgotten.)
EOATA: The more I think about what she just pulled, the angrier I am. And I've been thinking about it a lot, so this is essentially me right now:
(I took the screencap of Giles but was otherwise uninvolved in the creation of these images. I apologise for the citation fail, but I'm too angry to even try to track down credits. I'm an awful, awful person; that is the moral of this post.)
I'm...gonna go watch a Community and see if I can't calm down a little.