So, this is what happens when I tell my parents that this semester’s been shot to hell and I’m probably going to fail a couple of classes: I get bitched at by my mom on the telephone for well over ten minutes, leave the convenience store I was in crying, come home and vent to my friend about it, then get a text from my dad saying I’M treating THEM like shit (actually he said “mushrooms”…how do you treat someone like a mushroom? Eat them? Mushrooms are delicious) and demanding that I Skype with them at 10pm “or else”. I wasn’t about to take that lying down, so I pushed and he ended up saying that he wouldn’t be helping me pay for college, an apartment, or anything from now on. He also mentioned the fact that I don’t have a job.
Except for the fact that I do; he just doesn’t like to accept the fact that I’ve been hired to be a bartender.
So, I told him I didn’t feel like Skyping with him and Mama ‘Shroom, and that was the end of that.
Except then they come online and start messaging me. (That was my one safe haven, you fuckers.)
We start talking, and as per their usual tactics the conversation quickly expands from “you should be doing better in school” to “we’re ashamed of you for drinking and for serving liquor despite the fact that you haven’t actually started your not-job”, “the fact that you’re seeking help for your depression and anxiety embarrasses us to no end”, and “secretly we know you like girls but we’re horrified by that fact so we’re just going to be vaguely bitchy and hope you get the point that we are not happy about you or what you’ve turned out to be”. They utilized all their usual weapons against me: guilt trips, passive-aggressiveness, and religious talking points that would make Rick Santorum’s oral dysentery look like a pile of shitwithoutblood or mucus in it.
So after a good half hour of reading that bullshit (and shooting down each point made…hey, logic class has actually done me some good) I was warned not to become an alcoholic and to focus on school rather than my social life. (I’m on Tumblr. What social life?) I just replied with a simple “goodnight” because I was too fucking tired of dealing with their shit to even begin to form a coherent response.
Let me give you a little hint:
Dear followers,
I hope your prankster gambit meters are high enough to handle this drink.
Sincerely,
Mint
ANYWAY, next up is the Nannasprite! This drink is absolutely delicious and tastes like a cookie. To make the Nannasprite, you will need 1 shot of Bailey’s, 1 shot of white chocolate liqueur, 1/2 shot of butterscotch schnapps, and 1/2 shot of creme de cacao. Then fill to the top with milk and serve cold.
Good luck beating this old girl at her own game.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo…
EDIT: Well shit, I forgot to mention that if you’re feeling really ambitious you should coat the rim with crushed cookie crumbs.
I need this drink in my life asap, legal drinking age be damned.
Not ashamed.
So, Thanksgiving break was an overall success. My most important lesson has been to never again choose a late-night flight, because as convenient as it seems IT IS NOT. It was such a pain, and when I got home (at around 12:30 am) my parents were too tired to really care all that much. Horrid mistake on my part.
All flight delays and exhaustion/frustration aside, my holiday was great. I got to see several family members I rarely get to be around - including my maternal grandfather who may not be with us for much longer - and got to spend time with my best friend, Katie. Another great part of break was seeing my cousin, Adam, and getting to talk with him more about some of the stuff we’re both going through (being the odd ducks of the family as members of the LGBT community, hiding ourselves from our family because of the dire consequences we’d face otherwise, and so on). He’s got a major crush at the moment, and the drama there is just unreal! Hopefully it will all be resolved soon. ^ ^
Another of my grand schemes came into play over the week I was home, and that was my meeting up with my ex for a reunion of sorts. I’d texted her recently - I told her that I missed her, and wanted to see her again - and she responded enthusiastically. We met at a McDonalds, and from there traveled to the state park nearby where we walked around for a bit. It was simple, and nice; I really just enjoyed getting to talk with her again. So, details on “the situation”:
She’s currently dating someone, and has been dating her off and on for the past year or so. The girl is living with her and her parents (it’s a super weird/awkward situation, believe me), but is a total waste of space. I’m not just saying that because I don’t like her or think she’s in the way or anything; the girl’s just sort of…stupid. She also lacks the ambition to get a job, go back to school, or make anything of her currently pathetic life. She’s a leech, basically.
I really would like another chance with my ex, though. The last time we dated, we were in high school. We made an epic fail of actually communicating with each other, and that was mainly what brought the relationship down into its inevitable ruin. Just spending an hour or so with her last week, I knew things could be different. She’s so much more open, and I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin…it’s easier now. I’m returning home again in about two weeks, and when I do she’s asked me to let her know so we can perhaps go out Christmas shopping together. She’s supposed to think about it, and let me know either then, or sometime before I head out of the country. She has to weigh the pros and cons, and I understand that.
Con: It will almost always be long distance with me. I’m a traveler, and until I truly can settle down in a long-term career, I’m always going to be on the road. I’ll never have a house to come home to, a base where she could wait for my return.
Pro: I would follow her anywhere, if she asked me to and it was possible with my work. Whatever future career I hold, I would make a solid effort to settle down in the area she wanted to live in, regardless of where that may be. (With exception of our hometown. I’m sorry, but I must refuse on principle.) On the other hand, I would like it if she had that same willingness to follow me wherever life may take me; I’d want it to take us, together, not pull us apart.
Con: It would have to remain a secret as long as I’m financially dependent upon my parents. For her, it may never be something she can tell her parents; so we would essentially be living a lie in front of them for quite a long time.
Pro: After I’ve utilized my parent’s resources as best I can, and can no longer benefit from their conditional aid, I would be proud and happy to have her by my side while I told them that if they expected to keep their daughter, they’d better accept the fact that she has a girlfriend. I’d also be willing to keep the relationship a secret from her parents for as long as she deemed it necessary.
I just don’t know, Tumblr. It’s a real pickle I’m in, I tell you. I feel undeniably and inexplicably drawn to the girl, but it’s like fate doesn’t want us together.
But can we fight it - and can we make it - against all odds?
I thought I would come on Tumblr at six thirty in the morning (no, I haven’t slept at all) and have a little chat with myself. Random thoughts time, recorded for posterity!
I can’t wait to watch the next and latest episode of Merlin (fourth season, hurrah) sometime today. Well, as soon as the glorious individual who’s been (illegally?) uploading them onto his/her blog does so for all the world to see.
Probably due to watching too many interviews with the cast of said hit drama (and becoming almost shamefully enamored with Colin Morgan in the process), my desire to get in touch with my roots and someday learn Gaelic has been rekindled. As I was looking through my cousin Melody’s blog about her past visit to Cambridge, the photos of the countryside made me think of an old fantasy world I’d conjured back in high school, when things had reached a boiling point and I truly wished to get away: I thought of myself, mid-twenties, living in a small stone house (cottage, really) in the Irish countryside, with a nice little garden and an humble existence as a schoolteacher or some such profession. I believe I also owned a horse. :)
I have rarely considered the possibility of having children…maybe it’s the fact that not many men I’ve known have thought of me as a potential future mate, or that I feel I’m too caught up in the selfishness of my youth to really devote my life to another soul in need of my full care and attention. Still, tonight I’ve been pondering baby names for some reason. I’ve said in the past that, if I did ever have children, I would either like a single child or twins on the first go. (I’ve played Sims enough to know what I want, alright?)
So, baby names: I like strange names, but also names with character and a good solid sound to them. Some are more traditional than others, but here goes!
For boys:
Hayden (I blame Hayden Christensen)
Eoin (pronounced “Owen”, and I love this rendition of the name)
Kyle (my father’s name)
Jaden (This rhymes with “Hayden”, but I doubt that’s why I like it…)
For girls:
Kyla (this was almost my name, except my mom wanted to spell it with a “C”. Honestly?!)
Leia (Star Wars. Really.)
Morgan (my middle name)
Aria (aside from the musical connotations, my child would forever love me for putting them at the front of the line for all sorts of school functions)
Well, that was nice. Right? :D As I look outside I can see the sun has now risen in the time it took for me to write this post, and I think I will go shower before beginning my sure to be random day. Thanks for being such a good listener, Tumblr.
{Before you read this, I feel I should clarify: I’m not this big of a douchebag. I’m really not. When I say I’m more intelligent than other people, I just mean that I seem to think in ways that exceed their capabilities and am only stating what appears to me as fact. That means it’s my opinion, which makes this whole thing a question not of “how smart is the person posting this?” but rather “how should the person posting this perceive herself in comparison to a supposedly more intelligent individual?”. So yes, please don’t think I’m a total elitist for saying I’m smart. Pretty people can say they’re pretty, but I’m not so allow me this one instance of blowing my own horn.}
So, I have this friend Ashley: she’s brilliant, really, and she knows that. I’m not an idiot by any means - here let’s measure my IQ (again) real quick, for posterity:
Okay nevermind, apparently it costs $3.99, which isn’t gonna happen. Still, my IQ as of around six/seven years ago was 124, so I’m not a total moron. Moving on.
To make this clear, I really enjoy hanging out with her; she’s funny, intelligent, and honest, all qualities I appreciate in a friend. However, I have to wonder: is she too smart?
I’m not accustomed to being around people more intelligent than I am. I’m usually the smartest person in the room (not even being pompous, I swear). It’s proven agitating to be around someone whose knowledge and mental acuity exceed my own, because it makes me feel so slow. She’s a faster thinker than I am, she has a wider knowledge base, has had a better basic education, and has a vocabulary massive enough to dwarf mine in comparison. I don’t like it. It’s frustrating.
Still, she makes me want to become better: but can I really become better in this regard? Can I become more intelligent through being around those of higher intelligence? Or will I forever feel like the slowest person in the room when I’m around her?
I don’t precisely know what to do in this situation, and so I’m putting it out there to tumblr:
Am I wrong for thinking of it in this way - for making our intelligences a competition? What should/can I do about this situation?
Okay, today was a great day. Just saying. I made some bad decisions (staying up till 7:30 to watch Doctor Who, waking up at 12:56 instead of 8:30 and thus missing my Chinese class again), but I also got to experience some pretty awesome shit. I bought a Hello Kitty bag that I’ve been wanting for over a month, I contacted my ex and basically told her I miss her bunches (we’ll be meeting up when I’m in TN again), and I’m getting a lot of shit done that I should have done a long while ago but oh well.
My bag is by Loungefly (which I just adore, seriously…their designs are incredible) and is pictured below.
Isn’t it adorable? :D
As for the ex thing: I really don’t know if anything will come of it, but I’m so happy to have told her that I still have feelings for her. I miss her, and being with her just felt natural. It’s been a few years since we tried, but I’d like to put the past behind us and try again. ♥
On another note: watching Doctor Who made me cry (end of season 2, Doomsday and all that), and it also made me think about how if this was my last year on planet Earth I would want it to be the best year possible. This means telling people how I feel, being who I am, and getting my shit together so I can go to Korea.
Huzzah!!!
