25 March 2008

whoops

I went over to my aunt's house last night with my mom. One of my younger cousin was passed out on the couch and grunted a hello before rolling over into a pillow.

After playing 'fashion show' for a bit with my aunt, I realized the evening was going to take a decidedly middle-age mommy turn. Which is, obviously, not really my scene. So while my mom sat in the kitchen with two of my aunts chatting about what i can only assume to be mommy type stuff, I wandered off to the den and plopped down next to my cousin. Slipping in and out of that comfortable nap/tv-mode that usually only occurs when you're an angsty teenager (or me), we watched South Park or something. We probably only spoke about 10 sentences the whole night. After getting a few calls, eventually he rolled off the couch, got dressed and went out to dinner with his friends.

A [long] while later the mommys were done chatting and someone poked me (I was still sprawled on the couch, by this point curled up in a wool blanket) and told me to wake up. While walking out the front door i noticed a giant birthday balloon by the front door. Giant. Like 2 feet across.

Oh yeah. My baby cousin had just turned 18 last Saturday. Which i remembered last Thursday (partially due to fb reminders)- and then forgot about... until i saw the balloon.

I'm such a bad cousin.

(but. he is recovering from pink eye. so i'm thinking if he gave me pinkeye last night, i have nothing to be sorry about. and actually i can be very mad at him.)

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I always think its interesting and sad that I slip so easily into angsty teenager habits when I'm home for more than 2 days. I sleep a lot, I crave weird food at random times. I graze the fridge. Basically, being at home makes me too comfortable and all my icky habits rise to the surface, I think.

10 March 2008

i feel bad

cos i haven't written here in ages. my blogspot is looking so abandoned and dusty. it's just that my new digs are so convenient/easy/quick. and i'm so busy/short-attention-spanned/lame.

excuses, excuses.

i do actually have tons of things i want to take some quality time to write about. to wax on about for paragraphs and paragraphs like the self-indulgent fool that i am.

only. i am, 'le tired.'

deadline for myself: 2 new posts a week. substantial content. starting NOW.