Them ITALIANS~........
So, right now, I'm being antisocial by sitting in the basement with my brother and Sam's brother, while a bunch of my mom's long lost relatives lurk upstairs, sipping chocolate wine (not diluted with milk) and chatting the night away...see, I would go up and join them. Really, I would. But then you add in the component that they all seem to know me and I could swear I've never seen any of their faces before - which makes for sort of awkward conversations - and suddenly, the whole thing seems a lot less appealing.
Oh well. I'm sure they are getting along just fine without me. I cant legally drink the chocolate wine, anyway. This isn't Italy, after all.
But, today was interesting, so that's why you get an update. It's not because I'm like, a little bored or anything. Nah, boring's overrated. I am so above boring.
Right, let's go with that.
Anyhoo. We can skip first hour because what interesting ever happens in civics...but second hour is nice, since I have art second hour. There's this huge jumble of flowers set up currently in one section of the art room. For the past week, we've all been crowded around it, sketching still-lifes with charcoal and or oil pastels. It's really nice, actually - the lights are all dimmed, except for this huge spotlight on the flower-table for ambiance, and then there's a radio playing classical music, with very much piano. I love pianos, as you should know by now.
The whole thing is really relaxing.
Then, math was math, and french was french. Lunch was cool. Science I almost fell asleep but the walk there was supermegafoxyawesome great, and language...eh, I like language. Not gonna lie.
Conor called me "promiscuous", going off on a little tangent here. I went up to Mrs. Baudhuin to ask if our story things were going to be graded (thank God they weren't, because Sam pretty much managed to somehow turn our spin off on The Odyssey into a porno...don't even ask, but there was an epic simile about pelvises), and I said "hi", and asked how she was. And then Conor, who's sitting three feet away, goes "WOAH, Sydney. Pretty promiscuous there, striking up a random conversation!"
??? Um, okay, Conor. Because calling me a ho is really going to make me like you. Nice tactics, bro. I appreciate that.
We both gave him some pretty weird looks lol. That got shot down pretty quick, I guess. He said he meant suspicious after we contradicted him; whatever. I could slap that kid, no joke.
THEN. Health.
We had a guest speaker that spoke to us about abusive relationships. She showed us a bunch of public service announcements on youtube...it was actually really interesting. That whole mindset thing kind of interests me...I don't really know how to put that...but....hm, hm, how to phrase, how to phrase. I like psychology. And that whole "therapy" thing. It really intrigues me. That's on my list of possible careers, along with copywriter and author. After I graduate from Madison, ahaha. ;)
Came home...Janis and Jodi are still staying with us. I love them. :D
Came inside...my mom was home, sitting in the kitchen with Grandma, Grandpa, Janis, and then Janis's mother, my Great Aunt Ann.
Let me tell you about Aunty Ann. Aunty Ann is a lovely lady. She's a good three inches shorter than my current height of five nine, with whispy blonde hair, lovely tanned skin, and laugh lines around her mouth. She's Italian - legitly Italian. My Grandpa's brother met her in Italy, and they fell in love and came back to the US. It's really a romantic story, if you ever happen to hear it. (Dunno how that would happen, but hey.)
But, anyhow. They were all sitting in my kitchen, and I came in smiling. My mom asked me how my day was, and I grinned, and said it was good.
Of course, she sees me grin, and immediately launches into the "oh really Sydney and what exactly made your day so good huh huh huh WHAT ARE YOU NOT SHARING" interrogation....? Which led somehow into our entire group sitting at the kitchen table eating Ritz crackers and banana muffins and bombarding me with relationship questions.
Relationship talks with my family are very interesting. Because you've got my mom, who's pretty much a complete creeper (think along the lines of attempted facebook hacking and trying to gain access to my school's honor roll list to check his grades) in one corner, hogging the laptop. Then you've got Janis, who's sitting there loving the whole thing since she doesn't yet have her own kids to creep with. Then there's Grandma Dorothy, who's got a story and a sweet little comment about everything...if you've ever met my grandma, you know what I'm talking about. Ahaha, she's such a funny old lady. Anyhoo. You've got Aunty Ann exclaiming at everything, and asking question after question. Then, there's Grandpa, who in my opinion is hands down the sweetest old man on the planet. Grandpa supported me throughout this whole ordeal, claiming "I needed someone on my side". Lol. I love my grandpa.
It was...an...interesting conversation, to say the least.
My mom literally sat down, and went through the trouble of looking up the origins of his last name since Aunty Ann had suspicions that it could possibly be Italian. And, sure enough - after some research, we realized it was, and there was much rejoicing around the table, I guess.
Then, she looks at me (Aunty Ann), and literally says "Oh, you gotta watch those Italians. They're hot blooded!"
Annnnnd I laughed pretty hard at that.
That's become the inside joke of the week, I guess. Janis is hilarious, because we'll be sitting around talking about whatever, and then she'll suddenly throw in a reference. Example: we're driving home from Walgreens, and my mom points at a house and goes "oh, I like that. It's very European...Spanish or something," and then Janis will nod, and add, "Oh, yeah, kind of Italian, almost." And then she'll laugh and stare at me.
:)
At some point, my dad and Jodi got in on this...which turned things really awkward, because, well. There's my dad, who told me the other day that when I first bring him over, he'll make sure to be cleaning a shotgun in the kitchen (and, you see, the trouble is, I think he was serious). And then you've got Jodi, who kindly offers to do an in depth background check on the entire family. The thing about Jodi - he's great, but I can not for the life of me tell when he's kidding. Which makes it all the funnier when he is, but not so much in this circumstance. I was kinda scared, not gonna lie. Jodi has held many positions of...authority...anti crime...power. Yeah. That's a good way to put it.
Ahahaha.
Italian. Ittttalian. My Of-Italian-Descent has made it to state in tennis. So. Proud. You. Guys!! Ahahahahahaa yay. ^_^ Giddy. Omg. Okay.
But, yes.
After that, a bunch of random relatives showed up for dessert and a social gathering. And I socialized a little, and spent some quality bonding time with Jake and his friend.
It's all good.
Wow.
Yo, tl;dr. I give anyone who actually read all of that serious credit. YOU DESERVE A BIG, GOLDEN STAR.
i almost typed scar there lol.
Pretty sad.
I only respect scars if they come from bear fights. You're in luck, Jeßica. :)
Oh well. I'm sure they are getting along just fine without me. I cant legally drink the chocolate wine, anyway. This isn't Italy, after all.
But, today was interesting, so that's why you get an update. It's not because I'm like, a little bored or anything. Nah, boring's overrated. I am so above boring.
Right, let's go with that.
Anyhoo. We can skip first hour because what interesting ever happens in civics...but second hour is nice, since I have art second hour. There's this huge jumble of flowers set up currently in one section of the art room. For the past week, we've all been crowded around it, sketching still-lifes with charcoal and or oil pastels. It's really nice, actually - the lights are all dimmed, except for this huge spotlight on the flower-table for ambiance, and then there's a radio playing classical music, with very much piano. I love pianos, as you should know by now.
The whole thing is really relaxing.
Then, math was math, and french was french. Lunch was cool. Science I almost fell asleep but the walk there was supermegafoxyawesome great, and language...eh, I like language. Not gonna lie.
Conor called me "promiscuous", going off on a little tangent here. I went up to Mrs. Baudhuin to ask if our story things were going to be graded (thank God they weren't, because Sam pretty much managed to somehow turn our spin off on The Odyssey into a porno...don't even ask, but there was an epic simile about pelvises), and I said "hi", and asked how she was. And then Conor, who's sitting three feet away, goes "WOAH, Sydney. Pretty promiscuous there, striking up a random conversation!"
??? Um, okay, Conor. Because calling me a ho is really going to make me like you. Nice tactics, bro. I appreciate that.
We both gave him some pretty weird looks lol. That got shot down pretty quick, I guess. He said he meant suspicious after we contradicted him; whatever. I could slap that kid, no joke.
THEN. Health.
We had a guest speaker that spoke to us about abusive relationships. She showed us a bunch of public service announcements on youtube...it was actually really interesting. That whole mindset thing kind of interests me...I don't really know how to put that...but....hm, hm, how to phrase, how to phrase. I like psychology. And that whole "therapy" thing. It really intrigues me. That's on my list of possible careers, along with copywriter and author. After I graduate from Madison, ahaha. ;)
Came home...Janis and Jodi are still staying with us. I love them. :D
Came inside...my mom was home, sitting in the kitchen with Grandma, Grandpa, Janis, and then Janis's mother, my Great Aunt Ann.
Let me tell you about Aunty Ann. Aunty Ann is a lovely lady. She's a good three inches shorter than my current height of five nine, with whispy blonde hair, lovely tanned skin, and laugh lines around her mouth. She's Italian - legitly Italian. My Grandpa's brother met her in Italy, and they fell in love and came back to the US. It's really a romantic story, if you ever happen to hear it. (Dunno how that would happen, but hey.)
But, anyhow. They were all sitting in my kitchen, and I came in smiling. My mom asked me how my day was, and I grinned, and said it was good.
Of course, she sees me grin, and immediately launches into the "oh really Sydney and what exactly made your day so good huh huh huh WHAT ARE YOU NOT SHARING" interrogation....? Which led somehow into our entire group sitting at the kitchen table eating Ritz crackers and banana muffins and bombarding me with relationship questions.
Relationship talks with my family are very interesting. Because you've got my mom, who's pretty much a complete creeper (think along the lines of attempted facebook hacking and trying to gain access to my school's honor roll list to check his grades) in one corner, hogging the laptop. Then you've got Janis, who's sitting there loving the whole thing since she doesn't yet have her own kids to creep with. Then there's Grandma Dorothy, who's got a story and a sweet little comment about everything...if you've ever met my grandma, you know what I'm talking about. Ahaha, she's such a funny old lady. Anyhoo. You've got Aunty Ann exclaiming at everything, and asking question after question. Then, there's Grandpa, who in my opinion is hands down the sweetest old man on the planet. Grandpa supported me throughout this whole ordeal, claiming "I needed someone on my side". Lol. I love my grandpa.
It was...an...interesting conversation, to say the least.
My mom literally sat down, and went through the trouble of looking up the origins of his last name since Aunty Ann had suspicions that it could possibly be Italian. And, sure enough - after some research, we realized it was, and there was much rejoicing around the table, I guess.
Then, she looks at me (Aunty Ann), and literally says "Oh, you gotta watch those Italians. They're hot blooded!"
Annnnnd I laughed pretty hard at that.
That's become the inside joke of the week, I guess. Janis is hilarious, because we'll be sitting around talking about whatever, and then she'll suddenly throw in a reference. Example: we're driving home from Walgreens, and my mom points at a house and goes "oh, I like that. It's very European...Spanish or something," and then Janis will nod, and add, "Oh, yeah, kind of Italian, almost." And then she'll laugh and stare at me.
:)
At some point, my dad and Jodi got in on this...which turned things really awkward, because, well. There's my dad, who told me the other day that when I first bring him over, he'll make sure to be cleaning a shotgun in the kitchen (and, you see, the trouble is, I think he was serious). And then you've got Jodi, who kindly offers to do an in depth background check on the entire family. The thing about Jodi - he's great, but I can not for the life of me tell when he's kidding. Which makes it all the funnier when he is, but not so much in this circumstance. I was kinda scared, not gonna lie. Jodi has held many positions of...authority...anti crime...power. Yeah. That's a good way to put it.
Ahahaha.
Italian. Ittttalian. My Of-Italian-Descent has made it to state in tennis. So. Proud. You. Guys!! Ahahahahahaa yay. ^_^ Giddy. Omg. Okay.
But, yes.
After that, a bunch of random relatives showed up for dessert and a social gathering. And I socialized a little, and spent some quality bonding time with Jake and his friend.
It's all good.
Wow.
Yo, tl;dr. I give anyone who actually read all of that serious credit. YOU DESERVE A BIG, GOLDEN STAR.
i almost typed scar there lol.
Pretty sad.
I only respect scars if they come from bear fights. You're in luck, Jeßica. :)