Thanksgiving Break, Day 2
I don't even know what to say, or rather, how to say what I know I want to say. I can't do it without sounding more emo than a Bright Eyes song, which is annoying but at this point seemingly unavoidable. Basically, I've been unmistakably reminded of why I only come "home" in-between semesters: my fucking family is way too much to deal with. I want to be anywhere but here, in my house. Unfortunately, it being Thanksgiving and all, there isn't really anyone available to rescue me.
Much like I did yesterday, I spent a lot of today sleeping. I also read an entire book, played video games for a while, and then lay down in the basement being hungry & emo. We didn't eat dinner until 8 o'clock in the evening, and by then I'd already gone through the cycle of being really hungry and then conquering said hunger. Thus, dinner proved to be more than a little unsatisfactory, and not just because it was really un-Thanksgivingy.
My mom is as ridiculous as ever. If it weren't for the knowledge that I'll be leaving here in about 24 hours I'd've already been in multiple fights with her. As it is, I think we're both making a somewhat concerted effort to avoid all-out confrontation just because it would completely screw the "happy family" facade that everyone tries to keep up when we're all around.
Lincoln still spends almost all of his time playing video games or whining about how he wants to play video games. My mom would say that I'm lying when I write this, but then again, she's insane and delusional. I'm not going to lie and say that I clearly remember being seven-years-old, but I do remember that I really didn't even know what video games were. I had fun all the time, but it was a completely different kind of fun, often facilitated by my mom while my dad was off working. Obviously, my mom was less pathetic twelve years ago, but really, is it that hard to raise a kid without screens around?
Cyrus is the only semi-normal person in my family, and even saying that is a bit of a stretch. He reads a lot, and plays basketball, and is about at my level in terms of overall laziness. I feel as though he and I are kindred spirits in that we just want to get on with life with as few confrontations as possible.
And then there's Walker, who is as odd as he's always been but who seems to have calmed down a lot since the last time I came home, back in May. He was completely out of control then, but maybe getting knocked out really did knock some sense into him. Also, I don't think I've seen him high yet. Then again, maybe I'm just not paying enough attention. In any case, he and Audrey are still as twitterpainted as ever. They're pretty sweet - at dinner tonight he was cutting up her food and basically doing her every wish. I think it would freak me out to have that much attention focused on me, but from an outsider's vantage point it's kind of cute.
It's so ridiculous how I was so excited to be coming "home" and now I just can't wait to leave. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty disappointed. I had hoped that we'd at least have a proper Thanksgiving dinner, and maybe go do something fun as a family. Shouldn't have bothered to think this. Now it's almost 9:00pm and all I can think of is how maybe I'll just go to bed now. So, so, so pathetic.
At least I have tomorrow to look forward to. We're going to go see the "Baseball as America" exhibit that's currently at the Oakland Museum, and then we're going to have pho for lunch. Mmmmm, pho....
As angsty as I may be right now, at least I should get points for still looking forward to stuff, right? I'm not all doom and despair. Not yet, at least. However, I do plan on living at my friends' houses over winter break. Caethan has already said that I can have his sister's room. My dad may not like that, but whatev. I need an actual room with an actual bed, and I happen to know that Caethan's sister's bed is really, really, really comfortable.
After getting distracted by facebook for about 10 minutes, I've realized that I definitely have nothing left to say. Peace, yo.
Much like I did yesterday, I spent a lot of today sleeping. I also read an entire book, played video games for a while, and then lay down in the basement being hungry & emo. We didn't eat dinner until 8 o'clock in the evening, and by then I'd already gone through the cycle of being really hungry and then conquering said hunger. Thus, dinner proved to be more than a little unsatisfactory, and not just because it was really un-Thanksgivingy.
My mom is as ridiculous as ever. If it weren't for the knowledge that I'll be leaving here in about 24 hours I'd've already been in multiple fights with her. As it is, I think we're both making a somewhat concerted effort to avoid all-out confrontation just because it would completely screw the "happy family" facade that everyone tries to keep up when we're all around.
Lincoln still spends almost all of his time playing video games or whining about how he wants to play video games. My mom would say that I'm lying when I write this, but then again, she's insane and delusional. I'm not going to lie and say that I clearly remember being seven-years-old, but I do remember that I really didn't even know what video games were. I had fun all the time, but it was a completely different kind of fun, often facilitated by my mom while my dad was off working. Obviously, my mom was less pathetic twelve years ago, but really, is it that hard to raise a kid without screens around?
Cyrus is the only semi-normal person in my family, and even saying that is a bit of a stretch. He reads a lot, and plays basketball, and is about at my level in terms of overall laziness. I feel as though he and I are kindred spirits in that we just want to get on with life with as few confrontations as possible.
And then there's Walker, who is as odd as he's always been but who seems to have calmed down a lot since the last time I came home, back in May. He was completely out of control then, but maybe getting knocked out really did knock some sense into him. Also, I don't think I've seen him high yet. Then again, maybe I'm just not paying enough attention. In any case, he and Audrey are still as twitterpainted as ever. They're pretty sweet - at dinner tonight he was cutting up her food and basically doing her every wish. I think it would freak me out to have that much attention focused on me, but from an outsider's vantage point it's kind of cute.
It's so ridiculous how I was so excited to be coming "home" and now I just can't wait to leave. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty disappointed. I had hoped that we'd at least have a proper Thanksgiving dinner, and maybe go do something fun as a family. Shouldn't have bothered to think this. Now it's almost 9:00pm and all I can think of is how maybe I'll just go to bed now. So, so, so pathetic.
At least I have tomorrow to look forward to. We're going to go see the "Baseball as America" exhibit that's currently at the Oakland Museum, and then we're going to have pho for lunch. Mmmmm, pho....
As angsty as I may be right now, at least I should get points for still looking forward to stuff, right? I'm not all doom and despair. Not yet, at least. However, I do plan on living at my friends' houses over winter break. Caethan has already said that I can have his sister's room. My dad may not like that, but whatev. I need an actual room with an actual bed, and I happen to know that Caethan's sister's bed is really, really, really comfortable.
After getting distracted by facebook for about 10 minutes, I've realized that I definitely have nothing left to say. Peace, yo.