My Little Nest

So, today was the annual spend time with the sister bit. Her parents gave me this really nice jewellery and I don't know what I want to do with it. Anyone who has listen to me talk about jewellery knows that I have bitched about being unable to ind rubies (or at least ruby-like stones) set in silver. Well, they gave me a necklace an earring set, silver, with blood red stones. The problem is I hate them, and I don't want to acknowledge them and their gist at all.

But it's so shiny! I'm just...confused.

So, we did the usual shopping trip, and I indulged in retail therapy to make me feel better. It didn't really work.

I got:

Revolutionary GIrl Utena: The Rose Collection Box Set
Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans
Lolita
Waiting For Godot
The Compete Works of Flannery O'Conner
ROD: vol 2
Crime and Punishment
A bottle of dark purple nail polish
A thin leather collar with spikes and rhinestones
A cable hook for my knitting
A Max Factor lip gloss thing. (Shock, I know, it isn't my usual Rimmel standby.)


So, after going shopping and eating at Arby's sister, Da and went to see a movie. Black Christmas. It was good, but who in the bloody hell keeps paint thinner in their laundry room? I mean really!

Also, am thinking on dying my hair purple...anyone who knows good brands or shades should let me know.

On another topic, thre have been quite a few of the old order-Girls trying to get me too come to the usual Order New Years soiree. I kind of want to go, and I almost said yes--I actually aked Da when Jessie offered to take me down and bring me back on he motorcycle, but Da thought there might be drinking and didn't realise that Jessie refuses to drik since her baby brother was klled by a drunk driver.

i told him this, and now he's okay with the idea, but I think the girls have given up. maybe it's for the best.

So, unsurprisingly, my doppelganger has been wanting to spend 'quality twin time' with me because of it being our birthday.

(Read: She'll leave us alone for another six months after this)

So, after having a brilliant day at the company picnic, including winning a telly and cursing at bingo, we head into Reading to see the sister. Can you tell how thrilled I was?

While we stopped at Wal-Mart and got a card I plucked up some courage (from Circe knows where) and asked Da if he was giving her the same amount of money he spends on me for my birthday, and I told him why I felt it was unfair. Apparently, he realises this, but has always given her the same and doesn't want her family to think he's slighting her.

Oh. Now I feel stupid. Of course it has something to do with how we're viewed and people's standards of us, even if the people in question are regurgitated pond scum--and that's being charitable.

When we got to the party everyone insisted on hugging me, while I tried valiantly to look pleasant and not vomit on them. Even Becky's mum hugged me and kissed my cheek, the bitch, even though she's been avoiding me since the email incident a few years ago.

After socialising a bit, Becky decided to pull me away for a walk and a smoke. Honestly, I wonder how we could be more different sometimes. She doesn't like noise and quiet is a deadly weapon to me.

So during this walk she gabbed on about how she couldn't ever believe her parents would ever give up one of their kids for adoption.

Right. And any logical person is supposed to believe the Lifetime Movie of the Week story they fed us? Stolen from a hospital my arse.

After suffering through another hour of party crap, we left, but Becky made sure to monopolise some time the next day. Great, just what i wanted...more time with my beloved twin sister.

Sunday was up and down. After church Granny and I tried to use the Manic Panic Virgin Snow on my bleached hair and it didn't work, so quite sadly, I'm still blond.

After that we met up with the doppelganger again and went to the mall. Again with the major differences: she can't stand chocolate or coffee. Now I know I'm insane, but they need to look this chick up in the funny farm.

I spent a few more hours with Becky and da and then, thankfully, went home to the Covenstead, quite sad that I had missed most of Breakfast at Tiffany's after watching the beginning after church.

Good news about the mall trip? I got a new collar! ^.^ It had a stupid cherry charm on it, but I took that off quite quickly. This one is black velvet, like my pyramid-studded ones, but has a little silver triangle bracket which holds a ring that drops onto my throat. It's pretty, and comfy too, which is good, considering I always sleep with a collar on, it gives me more ooptions for night-time.

Oh and my sister can't stand jewellery that isn't bracelets. Hmmm...barmy bint.

I love my diet pills *huggles diet pills* Why this affection, you wonder? Because thanks to my grandmother's insistance on a restricitve diet, the diet pills, and staunchly refusing to touch Buzz's birthday cake I am now wearing my NY Liberty jersey that I haven't been able to wear for six years

*Does ridiculous happy dance*

Now I just have to manage to lose some more and get a few new corsets. Correction: Lose a lot more.

And Da's birthday present came today. *squee*

Good place to start though. So...yes...happiness.

Bad news? My laptop gets to be sent off back to TX to be fixed again, but I'm hyper and slightly manic and my mood is no where near crashing, even though my laptop's being a prat.

My collar has almost completely broken and I don't know when I'll get to go shopping for a new one. Da and I are probably going up to Shippensburg to fix things for Aunt Mary on Sat, so no shopping trip there... and Sun. is Laundry Day! *le sigh*

I've got 3 different plot bunnies jostling for my attention

And Buzz's birthday came and went and she was thrilled with her new deck, so that's good.

Oh...and my one old leabhar that I filled seems to have disappeared... I'm not sure whether or not to be worried, or whether I just put it away somewhere so it didn't get lost, or if I'm just not looking in the right places or whether someone took it. I'm not particularly worried, there was nothing too old in it that I can't replicate, and the darkest iut goes is grey so, no worries about that. Now if it were the one before or after it I'd be flipping out, but this one isn't that important. Still, not a good idea to lose your leabhars...

...Maybe it's off hiding with my folding fans that I "put away for the winter" two years ago and now can't find for the life of me. This is why I don't try to organise my things and "put them in their proper place" because I can never bloody remember where the proper place is!

But, weight lost! Clothing fitting! All in all, life is good!

Fri. was horrid. I had to get up and go to the dentist. I hate dentists. I shall always hate dentists. To make things worse it was a new dentist and a new assistant chick. This was bad because, as some may know, I cannot do those automated chairs that go up and down while you're on them. Just...no. Leftovers from fifth grade, as my Order-girls liked to say. I may be a switch, but I'm particular, aye? Anyway, she started putting it down and I jumped a good inch or two into the air, upset her tray and said:
Me: If your going to lower the bloody contraption lower it now and then I'll lay down, but I'm not lying on that sodding torture table while you move it. Needless to say I picked up the full-on accent. Luckily she realised just how serious I was and did so. And then once you get past the moving table you get the bright shiny light.
Ehhhh....
New dentist comes in, and he has a heavy Brooklyn accent and I sound as if I just got jumped up in London. This is going to be fun, right? No.... he too insists on moving the damn chair/table and I proceed to go stiff as a bored and sit up. Then he tells me he wants me to have surgery to get the evils that are wisdom teeth out.

Me. Having surgery. On my mouth. You can imagine how thrilled I was. Especially as Da drives home, regaling me about how when he had his tooth out (he only had one) they doped him up with novocaine cut into the gum procceded to cut out part of his jaw to get the tooth and then only gave him Tylenol with coedine for the pain. Oh yes, I'm really looking forward too it now. Thank you Da.

I get home. Oh yay. The grades are up. I go check the grades, like a fool. Ah. All right. Here Da, have my knives. I don't trust me. So. I call my grandmother, cry for fifteen minutes and then wipe my eyes and get on with things. Da goes to the eye doctor, I stay at home. He gets back. He needs to go to the mall to get new lenses.
Me: We can go shopping? At the mall?
Da: Yes we can go shopping at the mall.
Me: Today?
Da: Yes. After dinner.
Me: Good.

Shopping makes me feel better when I'm depressed. ^.^ Shopping is a girl's second best friend. So, I ended up getting a new collar for all my cutesy good-girl outfits. It's powder-pink velvet and has silver square studs around it. Cute. Not to be worn except with aformentioned good girl outfits like on Sat.

So, Sat. I went to CCS's school play(s) and it was a lot of fun. Nevets, Murph-Murph, Alli, Tesia, Adam and the rest did a great job. I also found out something interesting. What do you call a group of buzzards? Not a flock or a packas I had assumed. No, you call a group of buzzards a wake. Is it any doubt why I'm morbid? Sat. was my good day.

Today I had a wicked migraine. I stayed in bed with my head covered, plotting all the various ways I could kill Da's loud, squawking bitchy bird but lacked the motivation to execute my plan. Oh well. Maybe later.