So... Tired...

Its 11:44 as I type this. I just got home, changed into my pajamas and washed my face. SO TIRED.


I went to a family beach party- Okay, not much of a beach party. No one went swimming. My second cousins had rented a cabin on a lake for the week and invited everyone to come. Why did no one go swimming? No clue. It wasn't that hot out and the lake was pretty much perfect. But it wasn't that deep and there were minnows that ATTACKED you if you put your foot in, so I decided not to. Plus I was tired. My brother and mom's cousin (I think that makes her my second cousin, not sure) went kayaking.

Whenever we have family parties, we bring food. My mom made (or attempted to make) artichoke dip (which she had me fix at the last minute) and I made cucumber tea sandwiches, from This Recipe with a few adjustments, of course. (Didn't have time to let the cucumbers sit and used some cocktail bread instead of slicing, and kept it open faced since the bread was dry). Everyone loved them.

Another thing with family parties... EVERY older relative compliments me. I've noticed it several times. I wonder if its a secret plot... Or because I tend to dress up (as much as I can). I've heard several "I love your hair!"s (They were shocked to find out that I did my color, including the highlights, myself), "You look so grown up!"s and they all agreed I look "Glamorous" nowadays. (I was wearing a swimsuit coverup... How is that glamorous?)

And the car ride? Like two hours. Late at night. And there was a traffic jam. And my oh so mature older brother kept whining.

Well, I'm tired. I'm gonna make some more cucumber sandwiches, read some blogs (hoping I didn't miss anything important...) and then go to bed.

OHHHH! 3 things I almost forgot.

OVER 1000 VIEWS! Yay!

And...

I'm thinking of changing my blog title. More on that tomorrow.

And finally...

My mom's cousin (the one that went kayaking) mentioned Bauhaus and Joy Division. I actually knew who they were. (Sure, I can't name like any of their songs and don't prefer to listen to them (I know they started it all, but I prefer my little twisted fairy tale style) but I knew them!) This is big, because, last time I saw her, I could probably only name disney stars and what's on the radio ten times a day.

So... Um... Stuff.

Two random things:

I finished season six (the first half) of Doctor Who. Now I feel as though life has no purpose... But, then again, now I can wait for the next episodes!

I have noticed when reading anything with powerful supernatural creatures (Vampires, dragons, werewolves) I'm often yelling in my mind "STOP BEING "ROMANTIC" AND KILL SOMETHING!" Because so many authors spend time *talking* about how powerful they are, but they never have ANY action. And so many readers like that. I'm okay with romance novels, really- But when the world is about to end if you can't fix it, can you PLEASE set your priorities straight? -Rant over-


My brother is coming to visit today. He's 24 and lives several states away. Also, he used to be a punk. We are talking liberty spike mohawks too tall for the car and several peircings.

(Side note- Lay off the drastic face peircings! It may seem like a good idea to get metal implanted in your cheek, but you'll end up with a scar when (not if) you take it out when you find you can't wear it any more.)

And so is his wife. I've met her once. My mom met her... Twice? Three times maybe? As you can see, super close family. And her family I've met once. They are an uber-Christian, super happy and loud family. Coming from a pessimist who would rather fill every goth stereotype than laugh loudly at an awful joke, this is quite annoying. Oh, and we "said grace" for pizza. There were like ten of us, all standing around, and we said grace for Pizza. Maybe its just because I'm not an uber-Christian, but that just seems weird.

And all their names end in "ie" or "y". Even the grandmother. And the dog. (For like half an hour, I didn't know if "Cody" was the dog or the son.)

But, of course, my shyness takes over in public and makes me seem like I'm polite. Which, like, of course I am, pssh, yeah. That shyness also makes me never speak. Oh well.


Well, hopefully, I won't have to talk to them again. And if I do, my mom says she will let me Goth-it-up a bit to see how they react. Sometimes I really wish for a stereotypical moments (Like when some one stops me and says "Are you GOTH?" or refuses to speak to me or thinks I'm dangerous or makes some stupid comment... The only coments I've gotten are compliments. Which isn't bad.... I just want a stereotypical moment to blog about! Is that too much to ask?


Oh yeah I was talking about my brother at the start of this post...

I have three brothers (Not counting the half brother, who's 40, in norway. And if I say I don't have any sisters, I do, I have 2 half sisters. Whose children are older than me.) and they will all be spending time together. Yay I'm not invited! (Yep. Super close family.) But my mom is forcing me to spend time with my family... I don't really like doing that. Okay, stereotypical teenage girl, I know. But I don't have anything in common with any of them, I never talk to them, and we have our own brands of dark humor. Perhaps I shall blog more of this in the near future.