Fruesday?

Aaron called yesterday mondursday, since it was technically a monday but simultaneously the second-to-last day of the workweek this week.  So today is sorta a fruesday, right?  TGIfruesday. 

One bad thing:  In School Suspension day.  Last time went so horribly that I entertained quitting the job I just aquired.  No good terrible horrible very bad indeed. 

Also I am just so tired I feel like I could curl up and sleep right through this whole extended weekend we have coming. 

So right after I decided (after some advice from friends:), to go ahead with my plans for my first vegetarian thanksgiving, my very first thanksgiving on my own as an adult, with my husband, something that means a heck of alot to me, right after I decided to make it happen--guess what?  Fucking eric's schedule changes and he is now miraculously available to make it to gramma's by noonish, which means now Aaron wants to make it to gramma's for noonish and my whole fucking day gets tossed out the window. 

So I'm back to the bleak prospect of attending a thanksgiving I am not invested in, that I do not care about, that I, infact, sort of resent.  With a whole passel of people I honestly could not be bothered to see again if they were not my inlaws.  Seriously.  And I sincerely don't mind if that sentiment makes me callous or awful.  It is the truth.

So we're doing that.  And Then Mum's for desert later on, which is only mildly more tolerable.

I'm over the whole blood relative thing.  Well.  I love my brothers and sisters still, at this point, and probably wouldn't mind a thanksgiving with them.  But they all have their inlaws to do.  So i guess it is only fair to let aaron spend his thanksgiving with his fucking brother, huh?

Whatever.  You all know me, right?  ou know how clearly my face telegraphs my inner monolgue?  I have to get myself in a cheerful frame of mind wuick, or thanksgiving is going to be a bitch-face extravaganza!

Something fun to look forward to:  The movies on friday :)  so happy.

And then that damned reunion.  I'mma approach it as a fun little social experiment and hope I don't say awful things to anyone.  heeeheehee. 

Oh and can I just say?  I doubt any of you have ever been addicted to a videogame, but when you are a gamer and you purchase a brand new video game?  You think about it all day at work, for real, and all you want to do is come home and play said purchase.  That is the way it is.  It may not be lovely, or glamourous, or even socially kosher, but it is what it is.  The new game is more important than sustinence, sex, and most niggling responsibilities.  It overshadows all the other activities that you normally engage in for recreation.  It is a siren song, a golden fleece, an obsessive crush.

This glow lasts for just a little while, really, just a fleeting and thrilling time before you either beat the game (for the first time), or get accustomed to playing it.  But while it lasts it grips you in a singlemindedness that is fierce and powerful.

And other gamers know this, have felt it, and ought to respect it.

Did you see me go anywhere near that Xbox when aaron and Eric pourchased Halo Reach?  Did you? hm? 

NO.  i did not.  I wouldn't dream of meddling with the new-game-fever of a pair of gamers.  Out of respect.  Out of courtesy.  i mean, someone lays a good chunk of hard-earned change on the counter for said game, and they have clearly been looking forward to playing, then why the fuck would I ever dream of hogging Xbox hours at that time?

Yeah.

I think you can guess.

I come home, after a long ass work day-- a day punctuated with very few highlights (but those few are precious to me and made me smile quite a bit), tired, downtrodden, strained, and all I want to do is dfisappear into the vivid fantasy of being a magical queen or whatever, and guessthefuckwhat?

yeah.  I actually don't really want to talk about it. 

But the part that pisses me off is that Aaron says I have no one to blame but myself for not kicking him off the xbox.  Really?  And say that I do, just suppose I come home and am like:  Listen Eric, get the fuck off the box, I got a darkness to fight and a kingdom to save!

Suppose i do this?  what then, praytell, does my bortherinlaw do with himself then?  Aaron is on the computer, and it seems to me that besides xbox and computer, the kid has no other hobbies to occupy his time.  So then I'll be trying to enjoy my game while dealing with the passive agressive huffs and sighs of a bored person who has no means of just getting up and out of the house for a while on his own. 

Gross.  And the house is too small, way too small for that bullshit.

And there is no fucking way I want him using my laptop.  I can't say why precisely, but I do not.  It is my personal computer and I don't want him near it.  I kinda hate when he uses my phone and I try to avoid letting him do that too, because it's like:  GET YOUR OWN FUCKING PHONE.

And guess what?  He isn't going to work today.  I swear, I think that kid has maybe worked one full week of work since he got this job.  UGH!  he pisses me off so the fuck much.  So he'll be here all day, fucking off, nursing this imagainary sickness he's suffering from (laziness and can't-handle-the-real-grown-up-world-itis), and playing his fucking videogame al the livelong day.

So yeah.  When I get home this evening, you bet your fucking ass I'm kicking him off the system.  And No, he's not using my laptop, and no, he's not using my phone, and I don't even give a fuck.

Wow.  hostility.  And now i'mma be late for work.

oh fruesday.

Catch ya on the flip.