Blogging seems to be contagious, as some of my best-friends have recently started their own blogs after my mentioning that I had one. Granted, half of them were writing before on Facebook or the like, but I still feel slightly accomplished.
Okay, now I just feel self-centred. Let me reiterate: I feel pretty happy that my friends are now blogging, too. It gives me yet another source for easy stalking–you know, should Facebook’s stalker-feed ever lose its shine.
Thanksgiving break has been going… okay. I am by no means getting along with my mum, but that’s to be expected. Instead, I’ve been running errands with my step-dad and have been shutting myself in my bedroom with Cat. Cat is my cat. My mum calls her Sweetie, but I thought that was terribly unoriginal, so I call her Cat. Yes, I was even less imaginative with naming her, but maybe I’ll spell it as Qat. Ultimate win.
Right now, there’s homework that I should be doing, though. Instead, I’m reading the same old Lord of the Rings things, listening to Foo Fighters, and staring out of my open window. None of which are bad things, it’s just that I have over 100 pages to read for psychology and about an equal length for history. Somehow, I doubt that I will be able to get everything done that I wanted to over break. Guess I’ll be working hard when I get back, even though I wanted to be able to read everything now so that I only had to study come December. Finals will not be fun, and I am most certainly not looking forward to them. Hell week is not welcome.
At least I’ll be too busy cooking tomorrow to really be able to think about homework. My tofurkey needs to cook along with my family’s normal turkey, and I’ll also be helping out my grandmother since she is hosting the Thanksgiving party for my extended family. That will be fun (sarcasm). Not the helping–I’m looking forward to that. It’s the extended family. To say the least, we’ve never really gotten along. They’ve used me as their punching bag for far too long, and not even in the ways that I can joke off. I make half of the cousins look like dumb asses, so the parents make themselves feel better about their children by pointing out all of my oddities.
“She sings in choir and plays piano? How stupid. Why doesn’t she like video games?”
“Missi’s going to Truman; guess she has no fun.”
“Oh look, I can sing just like Missi.” (Insert off pitch squealing here.)
“You actually get all A’s? You must be a loser.”
“Lin, your daughter doesn’t drink? What the hell does she do for fun?”
“Oh, well, J-‘s had a girl-friend for two years now, why isn’t Missi dating anyone?”
It’s the type of immature stuff that middle schoolers like to say, except that these are fully grown adults who have nothing better to do than pick on a teenager. I don’t know about you, but I find it pretty sick when an adult needs to make fun of a kid in order to make themselves feel better. And as much as I scoff at this immature nagging, it really does bother me. They’ve made it up in their mind so much that I’m nerdy and not really all that good but all talk that they won’t bother to see what I can do sometimes. They won’t bother to see my on stage, and they later gossip with each other about how I’m not really that good, but that my mum must just be boosting her own confidence by speaking so highly of me.
Grown Women, if you can’t find anything better to do with your time than harass a teenager, then you might as well off yourself now. Because, you may think that it doesn’t matter, but it does when your children learn to do this same thing as you. And I’d feel pretty bad if my child grew up to be arse to others. But maybe that’s just me.
Sorry, though. What a rant. It’s just something that has been bothering me for, well, years. Immaturity bothers me. Remaining ignorant/uneducated purposely bothers me. Uneducated sounding accents bother me. Hopefully you can see what I’m getting at here: If you don’t try, I don’t try. And that’s how it will go.
Hopefully they won’t harass me during Thanksgiving, though. My success so far will make it difficult for them to resist, but maybe they will have become more mature lately.
Somehow, I doubt it.