Girl Goddess # 1
I'm a massive nerd, a writer, a girl gamer, and a hardcore supporter of all things equal rights. Just trying to figure out how to do this 'becoming an adult' thing day by day.
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BEST COSPLAY EVER
that’s Lindsey Stirling. She’s playing around in...
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How can MRAs say that “man up” is offensive if it’s...
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This is why I am in love with Misha:
When traffic was making him late for his panel, he didn’t just sit in the car...
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Can we just admire that sweet little “Got you, shithead” smile Dean has here?
Is there a polite way to tell my family “please stop friend requesting me I’m not going to add you on Facebook because we’re not friends in real life”?
OH MY GOD I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MY MOM’S PHONE FROM ACROSS THE ROOM AND THERE WAS BLUE AND LOTS OF SCROLLING.
I THINK MY MOM IS ON TUMBLR.
I REPEAT.
I THINK MY MOTHER IS ON TUMBLR.
My brother makes a habit of dressing up like Sesame Street characters and claiming it’s gangsta.
I shit you not.
- *Note: It's 6am*
- Me: *texts Mom* Are you still taking me grocery shopping?
- Mom: *calls me* What are you doing up at this time?
- Me: *still drunk* *thinking* Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.
- Me: *blurts* I just got in.
- Mom: .... Where have you been?
- Me: *thinking* Oh shit oh shit oh shit
- Me: Denny's.
- Mom: ......
Graduating like a Deepher~
Me and my father. I finally got his picture from my Mom the other day.
This graduation weekend is off to a MARVELOUS start.
SO.
I live over in West County. My family (Dad, Mom, Sister and Bros) do not. They live about 35-40 minutes away.
I don’t drive. And I graduate tomorrow. It logically stands that someone has to come get me. However, my mother had decided to pick me up tonight (Friday), drive me back to her home, and then wake up early Saturday, and drive me to my graduation.
In West County.
Where I live.
Silly, right?
Should I feel weird about my sister buying me booze?
Probably.
But:
… what the ACTUAL SHIT?
And God not in a creepy incest way.
It occurred to me that I just don’t understand familial relations. I was scrolling tumblr, as I’m known to do, and I glimpsed a post in which someone talked about spending time with their brother, and I was just immediatly confused. I remeber thinking
“Why would anyone want to do that??”
And I just thought it was the strangest thing, and a few scrolls later I stopped suddenly, realizing. “… no… that’s actually fairly normal. Just not to me.”
My family and I don’t have anything remotely relating to a close relationship. With the exception of my father, I can safely say I don’t remember ever really bonding with anyone. Which is remarkable, considering how large my family is.
Growing up, I spent most of my time at home, alone. I buried myself in school and in reading. Eventually, I found friends and grew extremely attached to them, but I never fostered that bond with my family.
In a sense, my family feels much the same to me as my coworkers do. Or hell, more accurately my classmates. We talk and have some things in common, but we aren’t particularly attached to each other. It’s like we’re slightly above strangers.
It’s a remarkably saddening discovery.
The upside of my sister letting me use her Netflix account?
It’s free.
The downside?
She has fucking UNGODLY AWFUL taste in movies.