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So I'm in Michigan right now, and it's quite horrible for the following reasons:
1. I'm rooming with my sister, who is my complete opposite, and is an incredible bitch.
2. I am one of two people at this wedding under the age of 21.
3. The other underage person is my cousin Barbara, who was sent here specifically to terrorize me for the rest of my days. She is twelve years old, and I can't wait until she's old enough to be told to FUCK OFF. Ahem.
But it's awesome here because of the following reasons:
1. Lovely weather.
2. Comfy beds.
3. My cousin JohnHenri is marrying a girl named Sheila, and Sheila has Scottish cousins, meaning that there's a bunch of Scots running around, and that is just too cool.
And that is what this wedding is like. They're getting married tomorrow, and right now everyone is up in my parents room getting wasted. Or having cocktails. Whichever. This computer is down on the ground floor in some special business room and they don't have AIM, which is killing me. I need someone sane to talk to. Someone my age.
But Barbara totally tried to impress me with this story about some guy she likes who likes her back but he has a girlfriend. I was like, "Uhhh, MTA senior who DOESN'T have a girlfriend--oh, wait, he does, that's me. OWNED, Barbara." Yeah. They actually put us at a little table for two today just because Barbara has been so psyched about seeing me and to get us out of the way, since we're not 21 and don't matter in the grown-up conversations or whatever. Which also means that I haven't actually had the chance to meet any Scots, except for one lady who didn't know what the sneeze-guard was at the salad bar.
This was a long entry, but I am bored out of my mind and honestly have nothing better to do.
1. I'm rooming with my sister, who is my complete opposite, and is an incredible bitch.
2. I am one of two people at this wedding under the age of 21.
3. The other underage person is my cousin Barbara, who was sent here specifically to terrorize me for the rest of my days. She is twelve years old, and I can't wait until she's old enough to be told to FUCK OFF. Ahem.
But it's awesome here because of the following reasons:
1. Lovely weather.
2. Comfy beds.
3. My cousin JohnHenri is marrying a girl named Sheila, and Sheila has Scottish cousins, meaning that there's a bunch of Scots running around, and that is just too cool.
And that is what this wedding is like. They're getting married tomorrow, and right now everyone is up in my parents room getting wasted. Or having cocktails. Whichever. This computer is down on the ground floor in some special business room and they don't have AIM, which is killing me. I need someone sane to talk to. Someone my age.
But Barbara totally tried to impress me with this story about some guy she likes who likes her back but he has a girlfriend. I was like, "Uhhh, MTA senior who DOESN'T have a girlfriend--oh, wait, he does, that's me. OWNED, Barbara." Yeah. They actually put us at a little table for two today just because Barbara has been so psyched about seeing me and to get us out of the way, since we're not 21 and don't matter in the grown-up conversations or whatever. Which also means that I haven't actually had the chance to meet any Scots, except for one lady who didn't know what the sneeze-guard was at the salad bar.
This was a long entry, but I am bored out of my mind and honestly have nothing better to do.