So like I said last time, my cousins aren't as mentally mature as I. Normally I wouldn't care for people that couldn't even hear the word butt without giggling. But these girls are my family and I just don't have the nerve to yell GROW UP every time I see them.
I love them to death but they just drive me crazy. Its always a mental challenge to not just scream and shout when it comes to the family gathering and visits. And it always comes down to when can I go/ when are they leaving?
But anyways, they are coming up for Thanksgiving and I just want to not go. But like I said, my mom is going to be picking me up. So, I have no idea what to do with them. They like to draw with crayons and play hide and seek, where as I prefer to stay on Tumblr and AFF.
We have COMPLETELY different tastes in whats funny, stupid, humiliating, and we even can't agree in who is better, the guy in her school or Lay from EXO. Either way, where I would like to be sleeping or wiritng, they would like to be playing with dolls or doing truth or dare.
I don't want to do any of that for hours and then be bored many many more. So I am at a loss for what we are going to do. My room is covered in boy band posters and post its at my mum's, and then at my dads its all fairy tale books with old dolls I haven't played with since I was five.
(My parents are divorced so I live with my mom and visit my dad) I rarely visit my dads and my room was originally designed for a seven-year-old so its a bit outdated. My cousins LOVE that room, and I swear its a mess every time they leave.
They play with the old dolls I have outcast. So I honestly don't know what we are going to do when they come over. I am going to be clearing out my room before they come and change it up, but that makes it even harder to do something.
I am going to treat them like a detached psychologist (as I want to be a social psychologist) because I just find them so interesting. Why do they act like that? You know? Ugh, oh well.
Short post is short.
Meg
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Hiya!
So you may know me as Megumi, I have another blog. But this one, this one, its more of a personal blog. One where I can vent and post pictures and talk about non kpop related subjects. I'm not even sure if I want to keep this blog, it might get deleted.
But for now here it is. I don't know who will read this, probably no one. Thats okay, no one really needs to know about what I might talk about. So let me start venting about Thanksgiving.
So first of all, I have never really like my grandparents. They're always b!tching about my education and what am I doing and prying like prying tools.
Plus they aren't that nice to my animals, specifically my dads dog who he adores like no other. Its one thing for my grandma to be in the same room with her, but if the dog so much as even sniffs her she freaks out and puts her out side.
Normally I would say something, but if you do that she snaps back with Dont sass me! It drives me up the wall insane and I don't even know why she feels like she needs to treat me this way.
Anyways, they are coming up for the holiday and I am being forced to see them. I don't even like her food, her stuffing is half dry stale bread and celery. Plus, whenever they come they go in my room and dig around in my stuff. Like literally, if there is something like old dolls that I don't play with because I'm not a toddler are taken out.
She literally folded my underwear and left it out on the couch last Christmas, okay, maybe not but she is still intrusive.
I am glad however that my mom will be able to pick me up when I get too stressed, last Christmas I wasn't allowed to leave until nearly 8 at night when I got there to meet the family at 7am. Plus, my cousins were there last time and I swear to dog those girls are like babies.
My maturity level in comparison to theirs would be crazy.
Its just been a stressful week thinking about it. I know I should love them, but honestly I just find them so hard to get along with because I get treated like a baby on top of all of it. Just reading something off a paper is some amazing thing.
Oh well, weird first post.
Sorry any reader, this is a weird blog.
Meg
But for now here it is. I don't know who will read this, probably no one. Thats okay, no one really needs to know about what I might talk about. So let me start venting about Thanksgiving.
So first of all, I have never really like my grandparents. They're always b!tching about my education and what am I doing and prying like prying tools.
Plus they aren't that nice to my animals, specifically my dads dog who he adores like no other. Its one thing for my grandma to be in the same room with her, but if the dog so much as even sniffs her she freaks out and puts her out side.
Normally I would say something, but if you do that she snaps back with Dont sass me! It drives me up the wall insane and I don't even know why she feels like she needs to treat me this way.
Anyways, they are coming up for the holiday and I am being forced to see them. I don't even like her food, her stuffing is half dry stale bread and celery. Plus, whenever they come they go in my room and dig around in my stuff. Like literally, if there is something like old dolls that I don't play with because I'm not a toddler are taken out.
She literally folded my underwear and left it out on the couch last Christmas, okay, maybe not but she is still intrusive.
I am glad however that my mom will be able to pick me up when I get too stressed, last Christmas I wasn't allowed to leave until nearly 8 at night when I got there to meet the family at 7am. Plus, my cousins were there last time and I swear to dog those girls are like babies.
My maturity level in comparison to theirs would be crazy.
Its just been a stressful week thinking about it. I know I should love them, but honestly I just find them so hard to get along with because I get treated like a baby on top of all of it. Just reading something off a paper is some amazing thing.
Oh well, weird first post.
Sorry any reader, this is a weird blog.
Meg
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