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Jul. 8th, 2010 09:18 amIt appears I am destined to find all manner of really bad alarm clocks. Today's entry for "bad way to wake up" is that moment between awake and asleep when you realize someone is in your room, sort of looming over you. You come to and realize it's your brother and he's already talking, but you're not awake enough to process anything beyond, "Don't need to scream or kill. Glasses. Find glasses. *flail* " Birthday boy wanted me to update his ipod with songs, using the gift card I gave him for his birthday.
Last year.
Yeah. Around March or something I figured if he couldn't be bothered to use it, I would. D'oh. Still, I can do the maths even while half asleep and at first glance it appeared the gift card would have covered his list. When I fully woke up and realized that one of these was an album request, I realized no. So I guess my birthday gift to him this year was chipping in the remainder of his balance for it. I still need to find out what he meant by one of the songs and have him assemble a playlist (he asked me to, but really dude, I'd just throw in all the albums you have that I know you like and throw that sucker on random.) but... yeah.
"But where's the bad part of this? Annoying yes, but bad?"
About the time I found my glasses and began to track what he was asking/saying, both of my legs decided it was leg cramp time. THE HELL, SELF. THE HELL. Yeah. Anyway, I also found out that the boy either cannot do the maths at 3am, or he didn't count the last two girls he was with as anything because his justification for not taking his son to the beach with him today? He's meeting a girl and he hasn't dated anyone for two years so, yeah. Uh, dude? Last year there was... a thing. So yeah, that's not two years, even if I believed you about not being with the girl who was here six nights out of seven for at least six months the end of last year and beginning of this one.
Not my business except the part where I got co-opted into babysitting this afternoon. I'd be pissed except I expected it already and had planned accordingly. Occasionally I come out ahead ever briefly.
Sadly, the one person who might actually want to spend time with me on my birthday (Widget) is leaving the day before so what the 10th will actually bring is a complete surprise.
However, I've already begun racking up the gifties. :D I went to Tracy's yesterday and we made cookies (for once I liked sugar cookies better than chocolate chip), watched Baby Mama which I probably shouldn't have picked in retrospect* but it was much better than other people had made it seem like it would be. And she laughed like crazy a lot so... *munches sugar cookie in shame*
Did some laundry, bought some stuff to support her (and because I like gift sets that smell like coconut), got some free stuff and came home to my gifts from Cass. Which you'll just have to wait and see because I'll take pictures in a bit.
Now it's back to cleaning up in here. What a mess. Okay, fine, and seeing when Lagoona's ETA happens to be.
*What kind of asshole picks that movie around someone who should have been a mother this month if not for a miscarriage? That asshole would be me. But it didn't hit me until two minutes in and then I couldn't think of a polite way of saying, "Um, maybe we should watch something else?" because what if it didn't bother her but me asking about it reminded _her_ and... yeah. Apparently the boy and I suffer from the same dumbass genes at times.
Last year.
Yeah. Around March or something I figured if he couldn't be bothered to use it, I would. D'oh. Still, I can do the maths even while half asleep and at first glance it appeared the gift card would have covered his list. When I fully woke up and realized that one of these was an album request, I realized no. So I guess my birthday gift to him this year was chipping in the remainder of his balance for it. I still need to find out what he meant by one of the songs and have him assemble a playlist (he asked me to, but really dude, I'd just throw in all the albums you have that I know you like and throw that sucker on random.) but... yeah.
"But where's the bad part of this? Annoying yes, but bad?"
About the time I found my glasses and began to track what he was asking/saying, both of my legs decided it was leg cramp time. THE HELL, SELF. THE HELL. Yeah. Anyway, I also found out that the boy either cannot do the maths at 3am, or he didn't count the last two girls he was with as anything because his justification for not taking his son to the beach with him today? He's meeting a girl and he hasn't dated anyone for two years so, yeah. Uh, dude? Last year there was... a thing. So yeah, that's not two years, even if I believed you about not being with the girl who was here six nights out of seven for at least six months the end of last year and beginning of this one.
Not my business except the part where I got co-opted into babysitting this afternoon. I'd be pissed except I expected it already and had planned accordingly. Occasionally I come out ahead ever briefly.
Sadly, the one person who might actually want to spend time with me on my birthday (Widget) is leaving the day before so what the 10th will actually bring is a complete surprise.
However, I've already begun racking up the gifties. :D I went to Tracy's yesterday and we made cookies (for once I liked sugar cookies better than chocolate chip), watched Baby Mama which I probably shouldn't have picked in retrospect* but it was much better than other people had made it seem like it would be. And she laughed like crazy a lot so... *munches sugar cookie in shame*
Did some laundry, bought some stuff to support her (and because I like gift sets that smell like coconut), got some free stuff and came home to my gifts from Cass. Which you'll just have to wait and see because I'll take pictures in a bit.
Now it's back to cleaning up in here. What a mess. Okay, fine, and seeing when Lagoona's ETA happens to be.
*What kind of asshole picks that movie around someone who should have been a mother this month if not for a miscarriage? That asshole would be me. But it didn't hit me until two minutes in and then I couldn't think of a polite way of saying, "Um, maybe we should watch something else?" because what if it didn't bother her but me asking about it reminded _her_ and... yeah. Apparently the boy and I suffer from the same dumbass genes at times.
