Poetry & Prozac

I SHOULD post about my trip to Chicago and how it was awesome and so so so good to hang out with bloodygoodgirl and the city is gorgeous and amazing and I love it a lot and the show was good and AK is always hilarious (in whatever city) and it was fun getting to meet lots of fangirls.

I'd rather talk about the Jonas Brothers. Did you know that for Joe's 20th birthday he dressed up like a birthday cake and then got a surprise skating party? I feel like that basically describes and explains Joe in a tiny perfect nutshell. I also really enjoy believing that Nick and Kevin alone were responsible for the surprise skating party. Because it's awesome. Oh, JoBros, never change!

Also, I did/am doing that Fannish 5 Things Meme. (If you want to play/play again, feel free). I'll do the picspam bits at some point.

Um. So work was stupid today. I'd been gone for three days, right? And a bunch of stuff was moved or changed in ways that meant I had to change them back. And it made me really really rageful. We're also slowly in the process of transitioning my job in a way that will make it a lot more fun, productive, and all around more positive but also a lot more work. It's being assembled kind of with no real organization and then my boss kind of went over my head and started introducing stuff that I wasn't ready to introduce and now the kids are all invested in it but I'm all "too soon! The stuff isn't even UNPACKED yet!" And it means she totally undercut my (tiny, minuscule) authority doing it. Which I'm not really pleased about. Plus she also has really shitty timing about talking to me about work/wanting me to do work related stuff not on work time/with no intention of paying me for it and because it's such a weird relationship/situation I don't really know how to tell her that it's not really okay for her to e-mail me work stuff to do at 5 pm when I get off at 1. So, yeah, not the best day ever, work-wise.

Oh. AND. So, every year my family rents a 3 bedroom beach house for the week before Thamksgiving and crams 9 of us in and pretends like this is super awesome, right? Well I guess because of the economy and stuff rentals are way cheap so we're getting the house for a whole MONTH. I am not even a little bit excited about this plan. For one thing because I don't get a bed. Again. (I'm pretty sure I've only ever gotten a permanent just-for-me bed in one house. We've been doing this for 15 years.) For another thing, it's going to mean a bunch of back-and-forth travel weekends AND more family time. Really, really not stoked. It's awesome to be dreading November in August, yo.

I totally just have this post open in a tab, randomly adding stuff. Which is dumb. So, yeah.

In comments people should talk Disney or Disco with me or do the 5 Things meme or pick one of my icons to have me talk about. Or something!

I see LJ ate my goodbye post, fantastic.

I left, I wished the Americans on my flist a happy Thanksgiving and told you all that twitter is the place to be for keeping up with me (though I don't get updates texted to my phone), and now I'm back.

With an officially engaged cousin (ring and all) and a shiny job as maid of honor (and, actually only bridesmaid, though most of the family is the wedding party. I'm actually mostly more excited about this than emo, and actually nagged pretty hard for her to officially call me her maid of honor (We made a promise to each other. When we were EIGHT!)

Wedding dress shopped on Saturday. My issues are mine and haven't much changed since junior high, sitting there watching her in giant white dresses surrounded by mirrors, it feels like I've always known I'd end up here. The thought's both upsetting and weirdly comforting.

In general, the holiday and my family were nice. Possibly the most pleasant Thanksgiving I've ever had, really, though I did spend a fair amount of time texting.

Leaving for Thanksgiving hell.

Will be trapped in a 3 bedroom house with 7 people for 6 days. I only vaguely like some of these people and also actively dislike others.

Send heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!

My cell: 909-913-3608. Use it. Please. I should pretty much get reception, and voicemails are also awesome.

* So, Thanksgiving was, whatever. It was fine. There was no family fight which I am a little bitter about, I spent all of Saturday being a mopey emo pain in the ass (I seriously wanted to smack myself, but yeah, didn't really work).

* Went out with my cousin last night in Huntington Beach, drank at a bar where the bartenders couldn't manage a Midori Sour (it's Midori and sour, I really don't understand where that gets complicated) OR a Gin Fizz. So, yeah, spent like $20 on bad drinks. Whoo. However, before the real bar we were at this other bar and "Night Moves" came on. I was deeply amused to be sitting in Orange County listening to Bob Seeger. Oh O.C. season 1, how I miss thee.

* Today mostly my family's just chilling. My real family, Mom, Dad, and Sam. So it's nice and funny and I *heart* them. The 4 of us together are awesome, with the others less so. Also it's FINALLY cold (and by cold I mean the computer says 62, but it feels colder than that. It might be in the 50s) which means, sweaters, yay!

* Alright, going to do some more online Christmas idea-ing, read a fic, hang out with family, and take a bubble bath, because, cold.

I've had kind of the most lamest delightful day ever.

I got up at not-quite-noon, took out a bunch of trash, came in, got the mail, ate candy, watched a marathon of Justice on FX which totally made me want to watch Final Destination because of Kerr Smith and roller coasters of death. So when the Justice marathon was over I started channel surfing and guess what was on? Final Destination 2. Which is neither the one with Kerr Smith or the one with roller coasters of death, but it is the one with A.J. Cook in it and I *heart* her. Even though now I really really really want to watch Final Destination 3 because I've only seen it once and also Hunter is in it which amuses me to death.

Apparently he was also on The 4400. That show WINS at Six Degrees of Seperation, oh my god. You know who was also on it? Summer Glau who is in The Initiation of Sarah remake on ABC Family which I also watched tonight. It is SO WEIRD watching her play a not-crazy person. No offense to her, but, wow, I just spent the whole hour and a half waiting for her to kick off her shoes and start chanting nonsense rhymes.

So, yes, that's how I spent my day. Also I made hardboiled eggs and had one and Oak Glen apples and caramel dip for lunch. And my mom called and I talked to her for awhile.

I hadn't called her because I thought she'd gone to her sisters (she hadn't, they are fighting, yaaaaaay, I am happy because I kind of hate my aunt since she became a big cunt and also my mom loves her more than me accept when they are FIGHTING. Glee). Also apparently my grandfather is dating, which is nice seeing as my grandmother died in June, so, not-quite-4-months ago. Then again, he did say he expected to be over her in 3 months, so this is extra grieving time. These two things lead my mom to say straight out that she's expecting a big fight at Thanksgiving. Like 7 people in a three bedroom house together for four days USUALLY goes so well. I can hardly wait. At least I'm used to being the family bitch.

So I'm going to Newport for Thanksgiving weekend.

It is still beyond me why exactly my family thinks renting a three bedroom beach house for a week and cramming 8 people into it sounds like a good idea every year.

It never is.

Not only that, but Newport is boring. It's fine for like a day at the beach, but a weekend? Nuh-uh. Last time we spent the entire weekend fishing and that was like BIG excitement.

I miss going to San Diego. San Diego was cool. We did SeaWorld, the Zoo, or the Wild Animal Park one day and Tijuana the next. We ate out in Old Town or Seaport Village.

In Newport we eat out at Charlie's Chili. Don't get me wrong, I *heart* Charlie's. It's perfect after a day at the beach. Especially when you're feezing from a combination of sunburn and being in the water all day. It is not, however, perfect for getting all dressed up and trying to one-up your cousin.

Speaking of whom, I just got a text from my evil blond cheerleader cousin. I believe I've mentioned her before. I feel this message is a sign of how the weekend will go. The text reads:

Bring money to get our nails done i need i fill and it is way cheap there

This essentially embodies the character of my cousin. Observe the way she doesn't ask if I want to get my nails done (which, FYI, I don't), she doesn't invite, she coomands. And because she's like kryptonite or whatever and I can't seem to say no to her, I probably will end up getting my nails done.

Should be a blast.

On the upside, girthygrizelda loaned me The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay which I will FINALLY get to read this weekend. I'm stoked about that.

Also I kind of love traumatizing my family. It's fun to play the eccentric artist. I will be bringing obscure CDs (DCFC, Coheed and Cambria, Snow Patrol, Nada Surf, Modest Mouse, Carly mixes), a sketch pad that I rarely use otherwise, my fic journal of course, sarcastic t-shirts, my sarcastic Care Bear attatched to my luggage. I just love wigging these people out.

Possibly not the best attitude to have regarding our cherished family gathering, but it's the only joy I get from this blessed event. Don't deprive me.