11:25 a.m. - 2005-12-26
boxing day is for boxers.
Going to my parents house is always an adventure.
We got there around 3pm. My sister was already there she had changed into her pajamas the second she arrived.
After some wine was poured and beers cracked open we set to what we were all gathered there to do...open presents.
Yeah!
My parents have always gotten my sister and I basically the same thing.
Its a left over reflex from when we were little.
We both got a pile of socks, pajamas, slippers(the last two we get every year.)a box of chocolates(I get Lindors she gets the ones that look like sea shells.) Now that were old enough we both got a Baileys gift set.
She got a hair dryer and I got a perfume set from the body shop. Flannel sheets.
Money.
When I got there I leaned over my sister and asked if we got money this year. And she said yeah and grabbed her envelope and said "feel"
We then commented that we were the worst daughters ever.
500 dollars.
Which I handed over to J for my half of the Barcelona chair.
Bah.
Then my dad rolled a blunt with the maple syrup blunt papers I had given him. My mom brings out this GIANT bag of weed. Its the "natural not so crazy stuff" as that was what we all had voted on, and my mom insisted that it really wasnt a big bag at all...so now I know where my inheritance is going..I guess somewhere in their house they have another bag full of "crazy blow your mind" weed.
We smoked.
I then took the giant roach and put it in a film canister and put it in my purse. I could easily make 2 normal sized joints out of it.
Then I ate a lot of cheese and pesto.
I picked up my favorite cat and carried him around like a baby for a half hour letting him check out things.
We drank.
At around 5 o'clock I asked my mom when dinner was going to be ready.
She guessed in about 2 hours.
um.
we had Nut at home and the fact that we have to get to the bus to get to the train an hour before we need to get the train means we need to leave.
About 4 minutes of craziness ensued. Until I decided that Nut could handle one more hour and all was saved.
Except the turkey.
My mother had bought some giant turkey and had put it in the oven at 1(she said) but my sister said it was more like 2pm. Giant frozen turkeys take forever.
She had made a big dish of homemade mac and cheese for J who doesnt eat turkey so instead we all ate that.
It was quite good. Although I really wanted some turkey.
My mom gave me two prerolled joints for pain. I have been waking up from the pain in my sholder lately. It feels like it is the size of a watermelon combined with the feeling that someone has been hammering on it with a sledge hammer. Awesome.
Today J is taking the train to see his parents. He will be there overnight.
I told him I would clean the place top to bottom.
I have to go to the store and get some cleaning products. I dislike cleaning but I do a much better job then J. I get right in there and scrub things no one is going to see...mostly because if someone is going to puke in my toilet I want them to come out and say
"wow I was puking and could see my reflection in the bowl AND it smelled so fresh and inviting." who wants to through up in an uninviting toilet?
Not me.
Im buying some Alka Seltzer Morning which is made for hangovers, they dont say its for hangovers probably due to legal reasons, but it clearly is.
Im going to put them in a little bowl and make a sign that says "For the mean reds" instead of goodie bags.
Last night I was listening to my ipod and was so happy I love it. I love just hearing music and being able to go.."next" and switch songs. As soon as I laid down though I almost passed out. When I lived in Vancouver my boyfriend would often stay up until the wee hours of the morning making crazy noise music that was put out in Japan or weird music to go with his animated shorts. After the place was broken into I refused to sleep in the bedroom and we slept instead in the living room. The bedroom then became full of t shirts. For some reason we had 1000 t shirts. I think we were going to silk screen them but instead we just go lazy and wore them.
So because he was always making noise and I needed to sleep I would put Pulp's Different Class cd on in the cd walkman and pull blankets over my head and go to sleep. I never made it to the end of the cd. Jarvis' voice lulled me into dream land almost nightly. One night I slept through the exes room mates wild party by putting on headphones and listening to one Tori Amos song on repeat until I slept.
Weirdly enough that did something to his stereo so I didnt tell him that I did it and he paid to get it fixed.
I think this magic ability is due to my parents bringing me along everywhere when I was a baby. I would sleep though parties and outdoor concerts no problem.
I remember the last time I saw the englishman we were in his hotel suite and I was just staring at the ceiling and he asked me if I was okay and I told him about Vancouver and he laughed a bit and I told him how I couldnt sleep without some noise. He made up a story for me which I became drowsy during and then he sang me the song that I was named after, because when i lived in Vancouver one of the letters he sent me included a mixed tape and he had wanted to put that song on there but he couldnt find it in his collection. He told me there werent many songs with my name in it so should probably write one. To my knowledge he never did.
I fell asleep to him singing that song to me instead.
I wonder if he thinks of me when he hears it now.
Im totally going to download his cds to my ipod.
