Death of a Glutton.

Got back yesterday from Relative's. It was a very fun trip, aside from the sleepless nights and more or less constant screeching.

Started out, of course, with a six hour drive after a six hour delay. My father has absolutely no concept of time, and it drives me up the fucking wall. But we finally got out around one ("Be ready to leave at eight!" *laughs.*) The drive was uneventful for the most part, aside from my mother nearly crashing us all into a ravine and my sister whining about someting or other. We got to Nana's house, exhausted and with fallen asleep legs, to be greeted by Melissa, "Get the hell out! You're hear too early! Go drive around for five minutes!" Because she hadn't gotten the welcome sign she made up yet.

Such fun, such fun. We wound up watching "Ghost Dog: The Way Of The Samurai" and eating cold cut sandwiches. Ghost Dog was very deep. I think I might have learned something, but I'm not quite sure what it was.

The next day I got to drive Nana's new Altima all over the place. I also got to monopolize the CD player, go me, heh heh. We went to the Tile Factory, which was built by the same nut who made his mansion out of concrete because he thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Interesting, although the guy in one of the shops had a hell of an attitude. Just made me want to snap at him, "Who died and made you God's gift to mankind? All you're doing is outlining a picture of a pinecone on a clay tablet with a stick for Christ's sake. It's not that fucking special." But I didn't.

Also, saw Pink's house.

The "Don't Let Me Get Me" girl lives in a house that is... well... ugly.

Turns out she lives right down the street from my grandmother when she's in Doylestown. She goes to Melissa's school alot, to talk to her old teachers and stuff. Seeing her house struck me as terribly funny for some reason.

Fast forward. Go to Friendly's for sundaes, go home, eat dinner, dye eggs even though they're all cracked and too damn hot to hold on to for any length of time to use the wax crayons on them.

We were only half hour late to church the next morning. Melissa was throwing a tantrum, my sister was being somewhat gauche without realizing it, as usual, Nana looked conspipated and my bra was showing. I think, on the whole, that things went quite smoothly. Liam didn't go, as he went back to Staten Island to go to the car show or something with Psycho Robert and Psycho Junior. My dad was taking a nap while we were at church and those two came in and woke him up; I don't think I've heard him swear that much in about two years. Oy.

Then we left for Jersey. No screeching in the car as Liam wasn't there to push Melissa's buttons. Took an hour, maybe a little more. I fell asleep listening to Moby and woke up right before the movie theater.

Dinner was fun. What started out as civilized quickly dissolved into a Barbarian Easter Dinner, complete with the Time Warp, Sweet Transvestite, insults, and eggs being smashed and thrown at each other (mainly Mom and Aunt Sean doing that.) Champange helped, although I suspect that the Chardonnay had something to do with it as well. All in all it was cool. Janice is giving me a two harness tapestry
loom -SCORE!!!- and she's opening up a gourmet pickle shop. Also got to play the harp, which was nice. Harp actually comes very easy to me for some reason, unlike bass which I struggle with. I need to get a harp. I think I can teach myself lap harp, but I'll have to find a teacher for anything larger. Eventually I want to play a pedal harp. Maybe Kate will know someone who plays harp that I can take lessons from.

James was all distraught over my dowry again. Every time I see him, it's like, "How are we going to marry you off, when you're as fucked up as you are and you don't have a good dowry and you can't really do anything?"

Nana thought about it a minute and then said (seriously!) that my sister could be my dowry. Ugh. My family, ladies and gentlemen. Sweet Jesus. James keeps harping on me about how I'd "sleep with a mechanic you didn't know, but not with your incredibly rich, sexy boyfriend." Arrgh.

We came back yesterday. Now I'm going to get some sleep. Hey, dad's playing Journey downstairs. Cool.

Talked to Justin. He says I suck at relationships. What the hell does he know.

Talked to Aaron. Yay! Gonna call him later, too.

Talked to nelys - Have to call her back. Also, have to get music together for choreography. It's crazy. I'm already casting people in this little production, when I don't even know if I can get practice space/performance space/time to do it, between everyone's conflicting schedules and all. Must talk to saccarineayako about this in further detail after I think about it a little bit.

And that's it for now. The end, but not really. Becca's coming to NY in May. I get to see her. JOY!!! I hope she brings her Thriller tape, lol.

Fuck. I just realized I left my Alicia Keys CD in Jersey AGAIN.

And hellbelle reminds me of a character in a book I read not too long ago. She rocks.