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summercomfort) wrote2004-09-17 12:21 am
summercomfort) wrote2004-09-17 12:21 am
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I think today is Conejita's b-day! Yay! Or not.... it's some day in September, my memory is horrible with these things. Anyways, happy early/late/ontime birthday! w00t.
random:
idolizes 
What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG
I think I've been frustrated with lots of people these past few days. And I've been frustrating even more. And tomorrow is a day for non-walking. Yesh.
Okay, so today, I woke up at around 9, looked up trip things, etc, online, had some cereal, etc. Dad was annoyed at me for not helping. Then he asked me to move some boxes for him and make him ramen. And then it turned out that he's gonna run errands and can't possibly drop us off to pick up Isaac at the Caltrain station. So I ran out with Alexis to walk to the California Caltrain Station. (I finished making the ramen for him, though). Isaac missed the train. After picking him up, I figured we were close to Fry's anyway, so we walked around Fry's for a bit. Then we were faced with walking home and then driving to downtown for food, or walking directly downtown. We went downtown (a 22 was at California, so we kinda wimped out and rode the bus. Mostly because my sandals had broken on the way to the train station, and it was precariously held together with a stolen rubber band) and ate food there. Then we walked back home. Of course, this wasn't how I hoped the day would turn out, mostly due to several factors. Firstly, I thought that we were gonna plan the trip after Isaac gets here, and then talk with Aza about it, but Aza and Isaac had most of it planned out already, so that was sort of moot. Or at least different. Secondly, I'd hoped to spend the afternoon after picking up Isaac doing said planning, but a) there was less planning to be done (although we could have found more places to go and gotten more details) and more importantly, b) picking up Isaac become a long 2 hour process due to transportation issues on both sides. After getting home after dinner, I realized that dad had called me to ask about dinner and had left voice messages, but I hadn't gotten them for some reason (I think we were in Fry's...), which means that the parents are probably annoyed at me for not informing them and they probably cooked a big dinner and sat there eating by themselves. Of course, I was also annoyed at them for silly reasons and so didn't call them to tell them my plans. (It's the whole "fine, you do your thing and I'll do mine. nyeh" mentality). There was also no productivity after dinner. We'd planned on watching some West Wing. Having watched them before, I understand the need to watch more if you just started watching, so after relaxing a bit from the walk and dinner, I got my laptop and a map and started looking for cool places to stop at. But anyways, the issue is that there were interview people there, so we couldn't really do anything. We couldn't do laundry, we couldn't watch tv, etc. Last time this happened, we went on a walk around the place, but I needed to fix my slippers and my feet were unhappy from 2 days of walking, plus that time my dad was all like "where have you been! don't be out so late!", so ... yeah. We are inside, can't use living room, can't use kitchen, and can't use upstairs (Mom's up there). Now here's where I made my third mistake of the day (1st being not helping daddy when I woke up, 2nd being not calling daddy about dinner). I should have just sat us all down on the deck, or maybe stayed in my room and did more trip research, but I knew that the mood was right for West Wing (ah, the addictive stuff), so I stole a DVD player from the front room and set it up in my parents' room, which has a TV. Without consulting the parents. Big Mistake. I guess I'm still getting used to their protectiveness of their room. I mean, we'd lived in a one-bedroom where there wasn't any privacy for so long, I really underestimate their desire for privacy. I guess it's reasonable that they want their sanctuary of peace that can be locked from all sides, where everything is clean and roomy and organized and is off limits. But I forgot, so we were there, besmirching their sanctuary, which totally made them angry. I mean, even mom was angry, so I just grabbed everything and drove Isaac to the train station. At the time, I was really annoyed at this whole ordeal and wanted to just keep going and not go back home. But instead we drove home and Alexis and I sat in the park for a little while. But in the end, the basic issue is that our home is really just suited for a small family, and there really isn't any space for guests without intruding on the very life of the family itself. It's annoying enough that there's interview people every Tuesday and Thursday nights for 2 hours, but it's really hard if I have friends over all day for the better part of a week. Secondly, my parents are just not ready to deal with my friends. Evasion coupled with evaluation from a distance seems to be their tactic of choice. Or work. I mean, from what I hear, lots of people call their parents by their first names after a certain age of maturity. That's not how it works with my family, and there will always be this gigantic role gap between parents and children.
Okay, I feel myself drifting into nonsense. So will stop there.
Oh!
knows 
What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG
random:
idolizes What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG
I think I've been frustrated with lots of people these past few days. And I've been frustrating even more. And tomorrow is a day for non-walking. Yesh.
Okay, so today, I woke up at around 9, looked up trip things, etc, online, had some cereal, etc. Dad was annoyed at me for not helping. Then he asked me to move some boxes for him and make him ramen. And then it turned out that he's gonna run errands and can't possibly drop us off to pick up Isaac at the Caltrain station. So I ran out with Alexis to walk to the California Caltrain Station. (I finished making the ramen for him, though). Isaac missed the train. After picking him up, I figured we were close to Fry's anyway, so we walked around Fry's for a bit. Then we were faced with walking home and then driving to downtown for food, or walking directly downtown. We went downtown (a 22 was at California, so we kinda wimped out and rode the bus. Mostly because my sandals had broken on the way to the train station, and it was precariously held together with a stolen rubber band) and ate food there. Then we walked back home. Of course, this wasn't how I hoped the day would turn out, mostly due to several factors. Firstly, I thought that we were gonna plan the trip after Isaac gets here, and then talk with Aza about it, but Aza and Isaac had most of it planned out already, so that was sort of moot. Or at least different. Secondly, I'd hoped to spend the afternoon after picking up Isaac doing said planning, but a) there was less planning to be done (although we could have found more places to go and gotten more details) and more importantly, b) picking up Isaac become a long 2 hour process due to transportation issues on both sides. After getting home after dinner, I realized that dad had called me to ask about dinner and had left voice messages, but I hadn't gotten them for some reason (I think we were in Fry's...), which means that the parents are probably annoyed at me for not informing them and they probably cooked a big dinner and sat there eating by themselves. Of course, I was also annoyed at them for silly reasons and so didn't call them to tell them my plans. (It's the whole "fine, you do your thing and I'll do mine. nyeh" mentality). There was also no productivity after dinner. We'd planned on watching some West Wing. Having watched them before, I understand the need to watch more if you just started watching, so after relaxing a bit from the walk and dinner, I got my laptop and a map and started looking for cool places to stop at. But anyways, the issue is that there were interview people there, so we couldn't really do anything. We couldn't do laundry, we couldn't watch tv, etc. Last time this happened, we went on a walk around the place, but I needed to fix my slippers and my feet were unhappy from 2 days of walking, plus that time my dad was all like "where have you been! don't be out so late!", so ... yeah. We are inside, can't use living room, can't use kitchen, and can't use upstairs (Mom's up there). Now here's where I made my third mistake of the day (1st being not helping daddy when I woke up, 2nd being not calling daddy about dinner). I should have just sat us all down on the deck, or maybe stayed in my room and did more trip research, but I knew that the mood was right for West Wing (ah, the addictive stuff), so I stole a DVD player from the front room and set it up in my parents' room, which has a TV. Without consulting the parents. Big Mistake. I guess I'm still getting used to their protectiveness of their room. I mean, we'd lived in a one-bedroom where there wasn't any privacy for so long, I really underestimate their desire for privacy. I guess it's reasonable that they want their sanctuary of peace that can be locked from all sides, where everything is clean and roomy and organized and is off limits. But I forgot, so we were there, besmirching their sanctuary, which totally made them angry. I mean, even mom was angry, so I just grabbed everything and drove Isaac to the train station. At the time, I was really annoyed at this whole ordeal and wanted to just keep going and not go back home. But instead we drove home and Alexis and I sat in the park for a little while. But in the end, the basic issue is that our home is really just suited for a small family, and there really isn't any space for guests without intruding on the very life of the family itself. It's annoying enough that there's interview people every Tuesday and Thursday nights for 2 hours, but it's really hard if I have friends over all day for the better part of a week. Secondly, my parents are just not ready to deal with my friends. Evasion coupled with evaluation from a distance seems to be their tactic of choice. Or work. I mean, from what I hear, lots of people call their parents by their first names after a certain age of maturity. That's not how it works with my family, and there will always be this gigantic role gap between parents and children.
Okay, I feel myself drifting into nonsense. So will stop there.
Oh!
knows What's Your Ultimate Fandom OTP?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG
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I think space (and personal space, and thus guests, issues of "intrusion" etc.) is something highly individual, and fundamental, and sacred. And I think it's really, really difficult to understand, or infer other people's preferences, or truly empathetically understand their choices (you can understand that they feel that *way*, but to understand *how* they feel is different). Privacy and space are sacred in my house. We basically never have guests over, to speak of (not even visiting relatives, anymore); most intereaction, even with aunts, uncles, etc. occurs in public places, or in the other person's house. I've carried it over to college, some-- my room is not a "hang out"; I prefer to meet and interact with people in neutral public places (coffeehouses, going on walks, talking in the public kitchen). Because I cling to that privacy, and sense of my own domain. Others probably look at it and thing I'm weird, or asocial, or super-reclusive. But I look at them and can't imagine how they could just let people come in and lie all over their things and disturb the order, whatever it may be, of the place they *live*-- the only place that's really theirs. I understand that some people do (and it sounds like that's more how you feel about space), but I can't make myself see the world that way. Which makes miscommunication easy, and accurate inference hard.
And now I'm slipping into nonsense. Don't really know where all that came from, but... yeah.
I hope you have an awesome trip back. :-)