Oh joy
Friday, March 30th, 2007So I’m facing the unfortunate prospect of my grandparents coming to visit us (And stay in our front yard in their Winnebago for upwards of two/three weeks) some time during the middle of April. Possibly earlier.
And on the 14th I’ve got a birthday party to attend, which will be for the most part a decent sized congregation of goths and weirdos. So that’s going to certainly be fun, having to deal with all the goddamn comments and remarks from parents and grandparents at the same time.
I’m also expecting some hassling over my hair as well. I intend fully on growing it long. Grandparents will not agree a huge amount I’m guessing.
Music will have to be kept to headphones. I seriously doubt they’re going to appreciate all that ‘infernal devil music’ that I listen to. Grandmother being a devout Christian and all.
Not only that, I’m going to most likely sit through numerous discussions with my grand dad about my apprenticeship, him telling me how I should work etc, yadda yadda yadda.
I also have the presentation night in April aswell, when I’ll receive my bits of signed fancy paper from my traineeship. And my grandparents insist on being there aswell. Joyous moments abound…
This household is about to get very awkward. Grandparents don’t know my Sister is in a gay relationship. Grandparents, heck, not even my parents know about all the ‘alternative’ things I’m fond of.
I think I might just go into the city tommorow. I need to buy myself a pair of leather arm bracers that I’ve had my eyes on, and a new shirt or pants or something. Going into the city with dear Liz in a week or two to go buy a new jacket (I’ve outgrown my old one, but it fits Liz perfectly so she’ll likely end up with it) and do some general mallratting.
Speaking of which, Mallrats is a brilliant movie, if you haven’t already seen it. I’ve seen it quite a few times in the last 5-10 years. Blame my sister.
And now for something completely different, I might listen to a bit of Sigur Ros and head to bed.









