Some things just never change.
In preparation for packing/moving out, I've been spending a lot of time lately going through shit and deciding what all I need to take with, since, obviously, once I'm out it's not as though I can ever come back to retrieve anything I may have forgotten.
Specifically, today, I was culling through the cabinet where my mother keeps the pictures.
And, typically, this promptly led to Epic.
And by epic, I mean I unearthed this one old set of photos, taken I guess right after I was born, wherein my great-grandmother is holding chibi!Jacey while my mother and grandmother stand off to the sides.
And my facial expressions. Are. Fucking. Amazing.
In one, I am blatantly bawling, and staring directly into the camera looking for all the world as though I am pleading for halp and for someone to rescue me from these crazy peoples.
And in another, I am staring dead into the camera again, dry-eyed, but still very obviously just going "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALP O____________O;;;;;"
...
Seriously, if reincarnation is real, THAT IS THE FUCKING MOMENT WHERE I JUST WENT "OH GOD OH GOD WHY DID I PICK THIS LIFE OH GOD JK JK JK GET ME OUT OF HERE JK DIDN'T THINK THIS ONE THROUGH OH GOD O_________________O"
Also, there is another picture of chibi!Jacey taken at roughly around the same time where I am perched into a little babyseat and outright facepalming.
And then there is the set of me at age two, slinking around the living room with a water pistol and a baton, and pretending that I was a cop and arresting my own father. (This is actually probably one of my earliest memories lol.)
If this does not tell you EVERY FUCKING THING you need to know about my childhood and/or ENTIRE LIFE, well then I DO NOT KNOW WHAT DOES~*
Incidentally, all that aside, I was such a smiley little girl oh my god. XD;;;; I'm not sure that I can rightfully say I was exactly a happy kid - I was a little too perceptive and painfully aware of my family's assfuckery for that even then (see: the fact I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT MY FATHER GETTING ARRESTED WOULD BE FUN WHEN I WAS ALL OF TWO FUCKING YEARS OLD LMFAO THAT CANNOT BE NORMAL) - but holy crap was I ever smiley as fuckall anyway. XDDDDD
And I was also quite literally born with an entire fucking head of hair. Like. IT WAS BLOODY EVERYWHERE WTF.
...
Why was I so utterly, utterly, utterly doomed to be Kunogi Himawari even from day one LMFAO. ;A;
And I really cannot blame myself for all the years of panicky facepalming, either.
AND SO CUE TODAY~*~*
This evening, my mother randomly accosted me, demanding to know about search engines. Because, apparently, my grandfather "needed to know."
CAN Y'ALL SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING. 8)
The highlight of the resulting conversation, I do believe, was this:
Crazy Mother :: "He knows about Google..."
Jacey :: "...then why doesn't he just use that one?"
Crazy Mother :: "GOOGLE'S NOT AVAILABLE ON HIS COMPUTER."
(I will bet money that he has one of those pre-set 'Search' desktop icons, and that it does not lead directly to Google, and that he is therefore completely confused and convinced he does not magically have a Google installed.)
I finally ended up just telling her my own personal favourite was dogpile, which prompted yet another gem:
"...........IS THAT ONE WORD OR TWO???"
...
...
:|
Sigh.
Specifically, today, I was culling through the cabinet where my mother keeps the pictures.
And, typically, this promptly led to Epic.
And by epic, I mean I unearthed this one old set of photos, taken I guess right after I was born, wherein my great-grandmother is holding chibi!Jacey while my mother and grandmother stand off to the sides.
And my facial expressions. Are. Fucking. Amazing.
In one, I am blatantly bawling, and staring directly into the camera looking for all the world as though I am pleading for halp and for someone to rescue me from these crazy peoples.
And in another, I am staring dead into the camera again, dry-eyed, but still very obviously just going "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALP O____________O;;;;;"
...
Seriously, if reincarnation is real, THAT IS THE FUCKING MOMENT WHERE I JUST WENT "OH GOD OH GOD WHY DID I PICK THIS LIFE OH GOD JK JK JK GET ME OUT OF HERE JK DIDN'T THINK THIS ONE THROUGH OH GOD O_________________O"
Also, there is another picture of chibi!Jacey taken at roughly around the same time where I am perched into a little babyseat and outright facepalming.
And then there is the set of me at age two, slinking around the living room with a water pistol and a baton, and pretending that I was a cop and arresting my own father. (This is actually probably one of my earliest memories lol.)
If this does not tell you EVERY FUCKING THING you need to know about my childhood and/or ENTIRE LIFE, well then I DO NOT KNOW WHAT DOES~*
Incidentally, all that aside, I was such a smiley little girl oh my god. XD;;;; I'm not sure that I can rightfully say I was exactly a happy kid - I was a little too perceptive and painfully aware of my family's assfuckery for that even then (see: the fact I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT MY FATHER GETTING ARRESTED WOULD BE FUN WHEN I WAS ALL OF TWO FUCKING YEARS OLD LMFAO THAT CANNOT BE NORMAL) - but holy crap was I ever smiley as fuckall anyway. XDDDDD
And I was also quite literally born with an entire fucking head of hair. Like. IT WAS BLOODY EVERYWHERE WTF.
...
Why was I so utterly, utterly, utterly doomed to be Kunogi Himawari even from day one LMFAO. ;A;
And I really cannot blame myself for all the years of panicky facepalming, either.
AND SO CUE TODAY~*~*
This evening, my mother randomly accosted me, demanding to know about search engines. Because, apparently, my grandfather "needed to know."
CAN Y'ALL SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING. 8)
The highlight of the resulting conversation, I do believe, was this:
Crazy Mother :: "He knows about Google..."
Jacey :: "...then why doesn't he just use that one?"
Crazy Mother :: "GOOGLE'S NOT AVAILABLE ON HIS COMPUTER."
(I will bet money that he has one of those pre-set 'Search' desktop icons, and that it does not lead directly to Google, and that he is therefore completely confused and convinced he does not magically have a Google installed.)
I finally ended up just telling her my own personal favourite was dogpile, which prompted yet another gem:
"...........IS THAT ONE WORD OR TWO???"
...
...
:|
Sigh.