My Little Nest

Apparently I'm going to hell. This is according to three of my cousins who have been trying to convince me for the past--oh--two hours that I'm a horrible person because I forgot it was Holy Thursday.

Yeah, let's just forget everything else like the fact that I haven't been to church since Lent, that I'm technically no longer a member, the witchiness, my immense list of kinks, and I'm going to hell because I went to rehearsal on Holy Thursday (for an opera that's based on a story from the book of Judges) and that's why I'm going to Hell.

Grrr...yeah, so skipping church tonight. Someone cheer me up. Somehow, dealing with illogical family members always depresses me. (Not to mention that according to Exodus they should go to hell because of their witchiness.)

Think I can make up for it by watching The Boondock Saints in the morning and going tomorrow to hear the decadently morbid dark sad tale of Holy Friday?

Oh, well, if I'm going to hell anyway...*starts working on vamp!Blood/vamp!Fire fic*

Happy Yule everybuddy!

Mine has been...tiring...so far. The kids are running around begging for presents, everyone else is binging on sweet bread, honey cakes and cookies while constantly offering me some.

I have a love/hate relationship with holiday foods. Add to this the fact that I'm trying to get everything set up for tonight and you have a very cranky me.

Bad news? I have to wait until Sunday to open my pressies just because the bloody preacher might be coming over Sunday afternoon!

Pppbbttt on the stupid 'wait until Sunday' rule. Everyone else gets to open their pressies tonight!

Oh goodie. The ickle kiddies are leaving. Maybe now I can get some prep work done.

I really have to remember to call my chovihnni tonight. I keep forgetting and the 18th was her 82nd birthday.

I really should be going to bed right now.

I really should not be scheming up ways to make the car's trunk as creepy as possible for the church's parking lot trick-or-treating.
(Skeleton gets to come out and play...the poor thing hadn't been unpacked since Ship.)

I really should be rehearsing Habanera.

I really should not be applying to another RP.

I really should stop screaming at people who piss me off in Gaelic. (But what's the fun in that?)

I really should not be looking at Merchantes corsets up for auction... (But they're pretty! And shiny!)

I really should not be spamming with a meme stolen from axelia

( 6 Weird Things )

So, I was actually going to go to church today, being that it was going to be outside and I thought it would be bloody hilarious to hear everyone try to sing a capella, but I felt like shite when I woke up this morning, so I skived off.

Good news? it got cancelled due to weather anyway, so I didn't miss a prime mocking oppurtunity after all.

Also good news: I've learned/gotten a program to make icons! Yayness.

News I'm not sure how to feel about: My half-sister Chrissy called me today and told me that she had her baby last Sunday....six months early.

My first thought was oh shite, that baby died, it's impossible for it to have lived, it's heart wouldn't be able to sustain it and the lungs would be unable to take in the oxygen needed. Second thought: I probably should feel bad for her. Third thought: But the kid's better off, especially with her smoking (and I'm fairly certain) toking up.

Me: "Uh...I don't know what to say. *half-hearted chuckle*
Chrissy: Oh my god! You sounded just like Becky right there!
Me: *death glare at phone* Really?
Chrissy: That's exactly what she said, with the same laugh and everything.
Me: (Thinking: don't snap, don't snap, don't snap) Well, what can one say.
Chrissy: Yeah, but sometimes you two are such twins.
Me: *death glare intensifies* Ah.
Chrissy: When are you coming to see me again?
Me: Um...I don't know...
Chrissy: Oh, okay, well call me when you can! *click*

She really didn'tsound all that broken up for someone that had their 2nd (maybe 3rd) miscarriage/stillborn. Or maybe I'm just used to dealing with people like Petra and Trinity who are despondant when that happens. Maybe it's just further proof that I'm a bad person that I couldn't feel bad for her.

However, Da agreed with me and said that until she gets herself together and fixes her life she should keep losing them. Needless to say I was shocked at his, but I guess he's had to deal with so much me being born on drugs and alcohol that he abhors anyone else going through that. Plus, I really don't think Chrissy would make a good mum. She needs to grow up a bit more. But I shall bite my tongue and not tell her these things.