the fall's going to kill you
Mar. 17th, 2004 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideOk. Serious ADD. Am posting uncontrollably every 5 minutes. Keep running amok and doing things that don't require more than 45 seconds of continuous concentration. The diet pepsi? Probably not such a good idea.
*bounce* *bounce* * bounce*
Shit shit shit. Just found out that the fucking wedding banquets are still going on for H&M. They were married in freaking August, and I fled the state to avoid them. Apparently there is one on the Saturday before I return to Seattle. *whine*
It's not that I don't love H&M. I do. It's not that I'm not glad they're happily married. I am. But christ on a motherfucking pony, I hate these things. Ooo maybe I can say I have a dinner and call up Hana. They're all afraid of me. They won't stop me. Though Aunt C will give me a reproachful look. Argh. And then I will wither. Gah. Makeup and jewelry. Silk and high heels. Being proper. Blah. H will corner me to have another pleasant chat about the virtues of Islam and I will not only have to keep a straight face, but not smack him upside the head because he's so goddamn earnest. He clearly knows I am a heathen. Ultimately I'll lose my temper, make a cutting remark and he'll slink away like a kicked puppy.
OMFG and being cornered by 3 sets of uncles under the pretense of asking my opinions, which really means that they want me to pass on their dogmatic views to their children via the circuitous cool older-cousin route.
Independently cornered by 3 sets of aunts asking if I'm ready to meet the wedding matchmaker (NO! DEATH FIRST! *bellows*)
Hrm. Will hide in Zia's room. No, can't do that. Will be forced to circulate. And be social. And gracious. And just kill me now.
For some reason, perhaps through strength in numbers, they always gang up on me at parties. When we're alone, they're too afraid of me. Which is as it should be *bares teeth*
Ok, I need to calm down. It's one night. I could have food poisoning or something.
Well, I could.
*bounce* *bounce* * bounce*
Shit shit shit. Just found out that the fucking wedding banquets are still going on for H&M. They were married in freaking August, and I fled the state to avoid them. Apparently there is one on the Saturday before I return to Seattle. *whine*
It's not that I don't love H&M. I do. It's not that I'm not glad they're happily married. I am. But christ on a motherfucking pony, I hate these things. Ooo maybe I can say I have a dinner and call up Hana. They're all afraid of me. They won't stop me. Though Aunt C will give me a reproachful look. Argh. And then I will wither. Gah. Makeup and jewelry. Silk and high heels. Being proper. Blah. H will corner me to have another pleasant chat about the virtues of Islam and I will not only have to keep a straight face, but not smack him upside the head because he's so goddamn earnest. He clearly knows I am a heathen. Ultimately I'll lose my temper, make a cutting remark and he'll slink away like a kicked puppy.
OMFG and being cornered by 3 sets of uncles under the pretense of asking my opinions, which really means that they want me to pass on their dogmatic views to their children via the circuitous cool older-cousin route.
Independently cornered by 3 sets of aunts asking if I'm ready to meet the wedding matchmaker (NO! DEATH FIRST! *bellows*)
Hrm. Will hide in Zia's room. No, can't do that. Will be forced to circulate. And be social. And gracious. And just kill me now.
For some reason, perhaps through strength in numbers, they always gang up on me at parties. When we're alone, they're too afraid of me. Which is as it should be *bares teeth*
Ok, I need to calm down. It's one night. I could have food poisoning or something.
Well, I could.
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Date: 2004-03-17 10:43 pm (UTC)*hugs* I hope the family goes easy on you.
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Date: 2004-03-18 12:35 am (UTC)How's the paper going?? I'm sorry if it's maddening that I keep asking! It's almost over, sweetheart! And then you're FREE! GodDAMMIT, I'm so bummed to not be here to hang with you over spring break *whine*
And my family will. I'm such a bastard. I know they're really looking forward to it, and so am I. But there are just so many of them! It's hard to make them all happy. And I want them to feel like I've given them time, respect and love. Without being suffocated *grin*
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Date: 2004-03-18 12:38 am (UTC)I'm so going to miss you over spring break!
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Date: 2004-03-18 12:42 am (UTC)*kidnaps you and takes you to LA*