Friday, November 26, 2004

It's a sad day when Shin resorts to another Futurama rant.

But that would be the jackpot over here.

Comment Commentary

Shin- You're just saying that because you're over 17. :P

James- That's exactly what I was trying to say, but run-on sentences are the death of me. ~_^

Shinji- Well when you put it that way..

Alex- But then what would the sickly, submissive husbands do?

Mal- Uh.. Yay? (swing and miss.)

Solo- *looks over the list again* I rented Psi-Ops, but other than that I'm with you.

Laura- As soon as I turn 18, I'm sure. :/

Godel- Heh heh.. Burning kitties.

Karmi- Don't you just hate it when that happens?

--

Gah, finally some alone time.

Cleaning.. All of yesterday. No need to go into detail. That carried on to today, which is a little more clear in my mind. I finalized all of the leaf raking (it's not that we have a ton of leaves- I'm just slow as hell), broke out the vacuum and picked up all of the little bits of lint, and hid a bunch of crap I didn't know where to drop on top of this desk, where nobody can see it, like some sort of lame Molly Maid ninja.

It's sort of weird to see this room "clean".. In fact, any "clean" room in this house is a bad one, I think. To me, clutter creates personality, and while it may not be the most aesthetically pleasing thing in the world, it's better than sterile order.

For example, my room is pretty simple: Light blue walls, dark blue ceiling, bunkbed (top bunk never used anymore), desks. Nothing that "me" stands out in the room, but when you add drawings strewn across the desk, shoes thrown haphazardly on the floor and the blankets tangled up in a big knot of fabric on top of the bed, it becomes a place I am proud to call my own.

Around one the guests came: First there was our semi-cousin (his mom never really married my uncle, but they may as well be), who has lived up in San Francisco for a long time and my mom feels that he may be gay, his faux-supermodel girlfriend, and her brother, whom we have never seen before in our lives. Turns out he is in the navy, which made my dad lay the gratefulness on way too thick, and my brother dragged him into playing F-Zero GX for a long time, so he was cool. Then came the uncle and semi-wife, but there's not much to say about them.

After they all stood around talking for a while, as I drifted around eating crackers and avoiding any sort of awkward conversation, the food finally got done. It was a good meal, though the turkey was incredibly dry, but I ate. Maybe I didn't eat as much as I do at our traditional "go-to-the-uncle's-house-and-don't-do-any-cooking" Thanksgivings, but I got full.

To keep the dog from begging at the table, I dropped a little bit of turkey onto his plate. He ate it up very quickly, and he practically looked dead on our stairs.

Thanks, that chemical in turkey that makes you lethargic! *thumbs up*

Somehow the topic of computers came up, and that was probably the only time I appeared enthusiastic about anything all night. Navy dude actually knew what Alienware was.. In fact, he even brought it up.

Then I went upstairs and fell asleep on my parents' bedroom's floor.

I woke up an hour later to the sound of my dad screaming for me because they all wanted help in Medal of Honor.

Then I ate some Jolly Ranchers. They have a new wrapper style, you know. It's more "oldschool," one could say.

Once most of them left, I sat down and played Nocturne (Why not Metal Gear? Because Volgin's an asshole). I blazed through the Obelisk until I got to the part where you have to fight the three sisters. I fight them, and I do okay, but then they run. Without healing or anything, I fought one of them a second time and she had a different opening line, but that seemed to do nothing. After doing four of those fights without healing, I wobbled over to the Terminal and quit.

Now they're all gone, and my family's upstairs watching Planes, Trains and Automobiles. That movie is okay, but I would rather not watch it. Besides, I've only spent, what, six hours online in the past three days? :P

EDIT: ..Oh, yeah, happy Thanksgiving, to anybody who celebrates it.
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