The Daily Adventures of Mercat

Family dinner tonight, that was interesting. Max called beforehand and told Laura and I to wear plaid, it turns out Max and Kyle and Chris all wore flannel plaid, it was awesome. We were so ridiculous-looking.

The only bad part was when Kyle ran off to the bathroom once, we started joking that we wouldn't be surprised if he came out bi, more likely than gay, seriously, he has some... interesting affectations. But it sort of veered off into a discussion about bisexuality, and it really pissed me off because Max and Laura said they didn't understand it, you either are or you aren't gay, and I was just pissed because trying to explain anything subtle to them--here the Kinsey scale, or like earlier, the racism and shit in Avatar--first, they don't want to listen. Second, they assume I have to be a part of that minority to be offended, and I really, really don't need them to be seriously thinking I'm gay or something. I mean, not that it would be a slur, but that I already get enough harassment from my family for not liking ham and pineapple. Seriously. (Tangent: is there something similar to the Kinsey scale for hyper-/a-sexuality/romanticism? Because I'm not completely polarized but I'm definitely more on the icebitch side, to put it one way...) Yeah, so I got to be offended by their ignorance for a bit, listen to them talk about all their drinking and dating and crap like that, and sometimes I forget that I spend so much time online and that people online... actually read... and know things. =/

Yeah.

Probably not going to do a big post for New Year's since there's going to be PARTY AT MY HOUSE omg beer pong on the back porch gonna be ridic sleepover with ~everyone~ I am super excited. Not too crazy but I love my friends. =)

2009... you can show yourself to the door. My summer was amazing, I made a lot of friends, a lot of best friends, and yet the rest of the year sucked fucking ass. A fucking shit-ton of it.

2010... I am willing to have another crappy year to have a summer better than the last. Age-out, go big or go home, I want to come in more than 12th. Glassmen can GTFO and passing Phantom would be amazing, idk, this summer is going to be amazing, period. But 2010, I'd really like to start the teens (EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT THE NEXT DECADE, I ~KNOW~) well, so if you could see it to not be so shitty? That would be great. Really.


goddamn, 2009, you were a bitch

[Error: unknown template qotd]Sorry I've been in a bit of a political mood lately, but this sort of question has always been weird to me. I mean, I understand admiring someone to the point you'd joke about it, but anyone who takes it seriously I would honestly just want to punch in the face. And sorry, I'm kind of in a face-punchy, baby-kicking mood today. ACID TRIPPY DREAM, OKAY?! That is my excuse.


By the by, "viciousism" is a word I made up in high school, or maybe even gradeschool, simply because it's fun to say. However, I think that the definition may be this sort of hyperbolic anger I take towards a lot of things. It would be appropriate. :D We'll just have to see if that definition takes on. (It's like naming a pet or something... sometimes their titles don't fit what they are. So that emotion may not be viciousism, and viciousism may not be this. I'm weird, I know.)

Yeah, this entry... I don't know what to say. You don't have to read it, I just kind of felt like I needed to say it, but to whom or why I have no idea. In fact, I'd rather not share it (don't know quite why about that either), but I am just the same.

In other news, I clipped a groundhog coming back from Domer's tonight. =( But I checked and I think I may have only hurt him or just knocked him off the road, but not killed him. =)

Anyway... ( Just something to write, something else to read and forget. EDIT: Tending towards emotional nonsense and drama, so fair warning you might not want to read it. )

I hope tomorrow goes better, because every time I think the week is going to get better it manages to smack me in the face again. To quickly enumerate why this week sucked: 1) some musicianship claims made against me that have yet to be spoken for, 2) getting another $90 stolen and nothing to do about it, 3)being bothered by several folks to marry Ty, 3) not having plans work out repeatedly, 4) injuring/killing an innocent woodland creature, 5) essentially hitting the very lowest notes of my range and finding out I pretty much can't sing all the parts I want to.

Sigh. On a lighter note, the moon is really pretty, and I can't wait to go hiking tomorrow. Also, singing alto parts down an octave was much more shocking than I expected. =^n.n^=