Got my hair re-colored and cut yesterday so I'm feeling pretty amazing also I'm getting a Natasha Romanov vibe with my new look whoops

also there's a needle-like pain in my ribs right where my bra strap is and it won't. go. away. Stupid pinched nerves, ugh.

EDIT: Holy shit I just realized I'm wearing the exact same shirt when I took the last picture too... So... there's that. This shirt is tied to my destiny now.

Irritable today because tired.

That's about it, really.

I Guess There's No Such Thing As Peace and Quiet

The party was alright. For the most part it vehemently reaffirmed my desire to not have kids. Which is funny because my nephew made an effort to interact with me and actually call me by name, something he only does with his mom and dad. He's still scared of my brother and he's on the fence about grandma.

Sooo much drama. The woman my brother got stupid drunk with and knocked up kept trying to give me advice and telling me what to do, even blatantly interrupting a conversation between my cousin and I by changing the topic to something entirely different and no way associated with what we were discussing (apparently it was really important she burst in on our League of Legends conversation by asking about the fires happening around lately.) There wasn't a lull in the conversation for her to jump in on but the minute we took a breath she seized her opportunity. Also she's nursing a not even 3 month old and she polished off two bottles of champagne on her own and my mother suspects she drank the rest of mom's bottle of wine, which was only half-full, because she can't find the bottle anywhere. At some point during the night she asked mom if the fans could be moved outside since it was so hot.

No. Stay inside where it's nice and cool if you're so damn hot. Do not tell me how to prepare the food that I made you as a courtesy. Do not attempt to ruin a music game by playing your own during other people's turns. Invest in some earphones, go jump off a cliff, I don't give a fuck. Just go. The hell. Away.

I blame my brother for this 100%. He explicitly states how much he hates her (when she's not around, of fucking course) so it's like

Why

then did you feel the need to bed her TWICE. You're a fucking idiot and you deserve every second with this woman because you chose not be responsible for your actions and blame alcohol instead.

On a final note, I have learned to never play two rounds of beer pong when you know you're a fucking lightweight when it comes to alcohol, even if we did use shitpiss beer. You'll regret it at 2 in the morning when you pay a visit to the john.

Just got my permit fixed yesterday so it reads the correct name and address. As from this day onward I'm no longer miss Kirkland from Yucapa. There's really no excuse why I missed those when the permit was initially issued to me, nerves be damned. It was my fault for assuming an important government organization like the DMV would do their goddamn job.

There's gonna be another party at my house for my nephew's second birthday. Isn't it lovely when someone else volunteers to have the party at your house without prior consent. Granted, we have the largest house of any of our relatives so parties here are ideal, space-wise. Mom is firm in her reasoning that she won't provide anything for it other than her home. It was foolhardy to have our previous party at Easter; funds and resources to have another are out of the question.

Family feuds are starting to ensue. For once I'm glad I'm being relatively ignored in that department.

Also, the first season of Merlin seems like one of those "tune in next week to see another clever way the main character nearly escapes death". Typical TV trope but dammit, it doesn't stop me from watching the next episode. So I'm predictable, sue me.

I've got two strands stray of hair right in front of my face that are conveniently too short to tuck behind my ear

Initiating my transition into Bucky Barnes. Hopefully it doesn't cost me an arm.

I really need to find a healthier alternative to biting the skin off my lips and tearing the skin off from around my cuticles when I get bored. 

Also, side-note: I think I would be better at speaking up during conversations and forming coherent thoughts if every time I attempted to do so I wasn't blatantly ignored whenever my mother ceases talking to me to go into her own contemplative thought. 

Like wow good talk thank you for engaging in a two sentence conversation with me and then acting like I never said anything. 

Very irritable today for no reason. Again. God I hate my life.

Decided to change template to make easier on the eyes.

Might utilize this blog more to have more of my stories and stuff stored in the pages. Good to have things in more than one area, I think.

Testing

Personal Blog 2.0 is up and running, for the most part.

Had to input my character blogs one by one again which was annoying.

Lost my list of the Destiel fanfic but, meh, I didn't read it anymore and it was looking to be more of an embarrassment than anything... for some reason.

I probably won't update this as much as I did my other one. Depends on the scenario I guess.