Ahh...no school....marvelous. Not that we usually have school on Saturday....just having no school and no work for the last two days has made me happy. I spent the beginning of Thursday/Thanksgiving watching Pulp Fiction and watching the first half or so of The Godfather series. GOD I love those movies. So yes a wonderful start to the 4 day weekend. Then I figured that sooner or later somebody would show up to take me somewhere for Thanksgiving. I wasn't sure if it would be either my mom or my dad, and there was no way to call and see what was going on because well...no home phone and thanks to mommy dearest, my cell phone is no more. Well actually I have a replacement temporary phone, but it was sans charger so I was out of luck. But I got ready anyway, just in case, which was good because right as I finished straightening my hair my dad pulled up and said we were "late" to go to my uncle's house. Well dad.....if we weren't late they would die of shock. So the later we are, the better off they'll be. This is why they have always had my father bring dessert, if anything, to family functions. Makes sense.... So we got there and, almost immediately after getting out of my father's er....van....this weird-looking woman looked at us. She had pig eyes. You know...tiny and stupid-looking. They were embedded deep in her face. I had no idea who she was. Hopefully we weren't related. She was also one of those women (Jordan you know what I'm talking about) that wore pants that were waaaay too tight for her. So the natural curves that she well...should have had were somewhat....altered. She looked rather...scalloped. Anyway. She looked at us and remarked "HEY WE USED TO KNOW SOMEBODY WITH A VAN LIKE THAT. WE CALLED IT THE LOSER CRUISER." Thank you for that...insight...whoever you are...I appreciate it... I tried not to make eye-contact (not hard to do with pig eyes) and went inside the house. There weren't as many people as I expected there to be. Usually when my uncle cooks there are TONS of people at his house. But yeah I guess Thanksgiving is different... Also, to my shock, dismay, chagrin.....there wasn't much drinking going on. Ohdeargod... Ha but my grandmother, however, was drinking champagne. I knew it was only a matter of time before she started getting chatty and the stories of the famed yellow chair would be recounted. Yess... I went and sat outside with my grandmother and my great-aunt and listened to the talk about...I forget what it was. Oh. Speeding tickets. It was riveting. Then the conversation switched to me and my artwork. Another woman sat down and started talking about her granddaughter or whoever she was and how she was "Gothic just like [me]." I was like....dude...I'm wearing jeans. Just because I'm wearing a black sweater doesn't mean I'm Goth. Jesus christ... I mean priests wear black all the time...and nobody accuses them of worshipping Satan... Lol oh well I don't mind that much. I just don't want to be considered Goth anymore. I grew out of that quite a while ago, and I would rather be taken seriously than just be seen as some kid that worships the devil or whatever it is they think I do. Anyway. Then the food was ready. (No stories of the yellow chair, dammit.) I didn't eat a lot. But my uncle...oh my god. He like...cooked every animal in existence I think. Except fish. When I pointed this out to him he said "Fuck fish." Umm...okay... But he cooked two turkeys, a ham (not sure if it was his pig or not...disturbing to think about....oh crap I didn't see the pig when I went there, now that I think about it....oh my GOD...lol), a brisquet, and I forget what else. There was tons of food there. (Wait maybe that's who that woman was...the pig-eyed one. It was my uncle's pig. It transformed itself into an obnoxious fat woman. God I'm so nice...) But I didn't eat that much and I like....felt like I was gonna die. It sucked, though, since the mashed potatoes were awesome and so was this corn stuff...I dunno what it was. But my brother, cousin, pig-woman's daughter, and I had to sit at a separate table in another room than the adults. Not bad considering that I can't stand the sound of my aunt's voice. She has this whiny-ass voice that drives me nuts. And she's always talking about her Waterford Crystal and just.....ugh. I can't stand her. And I didn't have to listen to pig-woman, either. Eventually my dad and my uncle got sick of the adult table and came to sit with us. We talked about Jimi Hendrix albums and Mexico and how my uncle was a fag because he was on the tennis team in high school when it wasn't football season... My uncle and my dad kept bothering spawn of pig-woman because she was really quiet, but she didn't seem to mind. I talked to her a little bit. She wasn't so bad. I felt bad for her, though, because when it was time to have dessert, she asked her mom what something was and the woman like flipped out on her. I hate it when parents do that. Freak out for no reason. I mean the girl asked her what kind of pie there was and she was like "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??? ASK CHRISTY!!! MY DAUGHTER IS AN IDIOT!!! SHE ASKED ME WHAT KIND OF PIE THIS WAS!!!! AAWDNFOIWEBFUIWSONE!!!!!!" It's like dude.....chill out....a simple "I don't know" would suffice. Jesus. I was just having fun watching all the dessert-time confusion. I couldn't eat any...I felt too full from eating well...not a lot...but anyway it was fun watching all this. Then my dad announced that he didn't want to drive me home. He was going to Hesperia, you see, as it was his girlfriend's birthday/Thanksgiving and she was out there at her sister's house. He told me he would take me home and then go to Hesperia, but he had changed his mind. He then started asking other people (including pig-woman oh my lord...) if they were going in the direction of my house and would they drop me off at the bottom of my driveway? Umm...no, Dad. You told me that you were going to take me home. So. You are taking me home. Stop whining. So he reluctantly agreed to drive me. Until we got to the bottom of my uncle's driveway. Then he was like......you should just go to Hesperia with me. I may need you to drive part of the way out there because I'll get tired and then I'll fall asleep and we'll all die. Oh. Okay. I suppose I'll be going with you, then. It took almost 2 hours to get there. And we were driving in my dad's van (aka The Loser Cruiser, thank you pig-woman) with no seats in the back, just a few stacks of cardboard. Naturally I got to sit in front...Steve got to sit back with the cardboard. Ha. Haha. Well actually in hindsight I probably shouldn't have laughed...he threw stuff at me almost the entire way there. Bastard...God we must have looked soooo white trash...my brother was throwing his dirtbike rag things at me and I threw a bottle of bleach at him. Whilst driving the infamous Blue Cruiser. Oh well at least it was dark...and we were on our way to Hesperia. We fit right in. We got there and I teased Steve about putting his pants on. He has this habit of going places and just dropping his pants. I mean he was wearing his PE shorts underneath but jesus christ how hard is it to keep your pants on...? So he was standing in the driveway of Carmen's sister's house putting his pants on, trying to find his belt...ugh. Oh well. I should probably be used to this by now. We went inside and I met Carmen's sister and all 3,000 of the other cousins, nephews, nieces, brothers, sisters, other things that were in there. It was overwhelming. So I sat on the couch with one of the cousins or...whatever she was....and we watched Crash. It was a really good movie...it shall go on my list. They ate and obviously I couldn't eat anymore.....my brother and father did, though. Bottomless pits... We left around 9ish. My dad was getting tired. I was tired. I didn't feel like driving. Especially when it was almost 10 and there were already drunk drivers out and it was dark and I didn't know where we were really and there were most likely sobriety checkpoints. Soooo many ways I could get either a) killed or b) have my license suspended for...ever. Especially considering that I don't even have a license. I didn't end up driving, mind you...I just had to sit up and poke my dad when he started getting tired. It's hard to tell whether he was genuinely tired of if he was being over-dramatic about the whole sleep apnia thing or however you spell that. Ha but Steve got to ride in the back again. Miraculously, we made it to my house and my dad dropped me off. It was almost midnight and I went right to sleep. The next morning I woke up to find that we were out of milk. Milk seems to be the basis of all foods. Like...when you're out of milk, there's nothing to eat. At least that's the way it is at our house. So we were out of milk. Oh well I'll just have cereal....oh wait. No milk. Then I'll make some pasta....oh. Wait. Nope. But yeah you get the idea. I tried to call my mom but realized that my phone was dead. Shit. I was trapped at my house without any way of communicating with the outside world. And it's not like I can just walk down to the liquor store or anything....I live in the middle of fucking nowhere. Soooo aggravating. My mom finally showed up last night and said she had been calling me over and over and over.... Well....my phone was dead. What do you want me to do? Bring it back to life? Resurrect the piece of shit?? Naw. So she and Ron came and talked for a while. They think I should just trade my quad for my dad's Lexus. They would help me get it fixed and I could get parts of the leather interior re-upholstered and get everything else fixed on it and it would be a great car for me to drive. I mean I already love that car....not what my father has done to it in the past few years that it has been in his possession...but overall I think it's a great car. I mean it has a fabulous sound system and a GPS and everything. Which I'm sure I would need. So like..that would be awesome. The only thing is that it has this squeak....I don't know where it comes from. But it's horrible. Luckily Ron knows a mechanic who would fix it up for me cheap. So how awesme would that be? For my first car to be nicer than a lot of cars adults in the area drive? With leather seats. I love leather. So yay. I'll probably get that car. It's just the insurance I have to worry about now.... So my mom and Ron left and I finished watching The Godfather (once again, excellent movie) and went to sleep. This morning my mom came and got me around 9:15 and we went to Starbucks and now I'm here at her work. Using her boss's computer. Annd....now I'm bored. Because I finished this. Crap. I dunno if I left anything out....... ************************************************************************* Oh dear god! I almost left out that the price of blank CDs is RIDICULOUS. My mom and I went into Office Depot to get some sheet cover things for her work and I went looking for blank CDs so I could retrieve the music that is trapped on my dad's laptop. I found them. But they're like...fucking.....$40 for a stack of...I dunno how many. Oh my god. I was like......no. Fuck that. I mean they had a special where you could get 75 DVD-R's and 25 CD-R's for $7.99, but I DON'T USE DVD-Rs. Ever. So what's the point? Uuugh. Apparently Fry's has a muuuch better deal for blank cd's. I'll be taking my business there, thankyouverymuch... Ok now I'm done. I think.