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long day...
Mon, Jun. 7th, 2004 00:43woke up earlier than usual lately because today was mother's day and we had to see dad's family. (yes, they are the ones i always complain about, with the brats from hell and the nosey and narrow-minded aunts and grandma)
ALL day at Catherine's. (who is the oldest of Dad's two sisters and would be perfectly summarized in one verb: TO NAG. The other (Agnes) is TO BITCH. Dad also has a big brother, whom I actually like.)
Managed to avoid questions most of the day, so was good. Except when I was in the garden in a shadowed corner and cousin Blandine (the one who is five years older and already two kids ahead of me and is only a divorce away from transforming into auntie Agnes--i hope she stays with Guillaume, i like him) went and sat with me to check on my unemployed status. Oh well, she was nice about it, but it's so damn annoying to be questioned by everyone in the family. And the gossip goes so fast between her, our aunts and grandma, it's scary.
Managed to write some Heero's Week, which is VERY good.
... while cousins came over and read over my shoulder...
... Yes, I write in english. Why? Uh, just because the story felt like it and I get more feedback like that... What do I need feedback for? (okay, not one artistic bone in their bodies...) Uhm. It keeps my skills sharp. Looks good on a resume. (collective "Aah. I get it." u_u;; )
... no, the little 5x2x1 i scribbled in the corner doesn't mean anything special, blandine dear.
Managed not to murder my cousins when they proceeded to hunt down three poor frogs in a pool thingie, then put them in a metal bucket in the sun, forgot them there, then when one escaped and crawled under some dry grass, proceeded to stab the poor thing with a rake "to make it stop hiding" before picking it up (BLEEDING AND WITH A LIMB HALF TORN OFF) with a clothespin and throwing it in the river. Yes, that was the brat cousins from hell in case you were wondering. GRAR.
On another note, Florian rocks. He's one of the older cousins, 17 or so, and he let me hide in his room and even use his computer to type the 5x2x1 lemon. And he let his hair grow out so now he has wild blond curls à la Askerian. O_O Who in this family has curly hair?? Or in his father's family either, by the way. @_@ Ah well, it looks hot. (by the way, I am noticing in a purely objective, neutral, not incestuous way :P )
And he has the cutest corean squirrel as a pet. *squeals*
And baby Maelle, while not even 6 months old yet, is cute and nice and she doesn't cry O_O
I still didn't want to hold her.
ALL day at Catherine's. (who is the oldest of Dad's two sisters and would be perfectly summarized in one verb: TO NAG. The other (Agnes) is TO BITCH. Dad also has a big brother, whom I actually like.)
Managed to avoid questions most of the day, so was good. Except when I was in the garden in a shadowed corner and cousin Blandine (the one who is five years older and already two kids ahead of me and is only a divorce away from transforming into auntie Agnes--i hope she stays with Guillaume, i like him) went and sat with me to check on my unemployed status. Oh well, she was nice about it, but it's so damn annoying to be questioned by everyone in the family. And the gossip goes so fast between her, our aunts and grandma, it's scary.
Managed to write some Heero's Week, which is VERY good.
... while cousins came over and read over my shoulder...
... Yes, I write in english. Why? Uh, just because the story felt like it and I get more feedback like that... What do I need feedback for? (okay, not one artistic bone in their bodies...) Uhm. It keeps my skills sharp. Looks good on a resume. (collective "Aah. I get it." u_u;; )
... no, the little 5x2x1 i scribbled in the corner doesn't mean anything special, blandine dear.
Managed not to murder my cousins when they proceeded to hunt down three poor frogs in a pool thingie, then put them in a metal bucket in the sun, forgot them there, then when one escaped and crawled under some dry grass, proceeded to stab the poor thing with a rake "to make it stop hiding" before picking it up (BLEEDING AND WITH A LIMB HALF TORN OFF) with a clothespin and throwing it in the river. Yes, that was the brat cousins from hell in case you were wondering. GRAR.
On another note, Florian rocks. He's one of the older cousins, 17 or so, and he let me hide in his room and even use his computer to type the 5x2x1 lemon. And he let his hair grow out so now he has wild blond curls à la Askerian. O_O Who in this family has curly hair?? Or in his father's family either, by the way. @_@ Ah well, it looks hot. (by the way, I am noticing in a purely objective, neutral, not incestuous way :P )
And he has the cutest corean squirrel as a pet. *squeals*
And baby Maelle, while not even 6 months old yet, is cute and nice and she doesn't cry O_O
I still didn't want to hold her.
