Well, Maybe Tinsel...

A Series of Shocks

Required Listening = Splashdown's "Procreation Chick"

First, the mysticism:

My Chinese 'Scope : (Yesterday)
The Dog's most recent obsession is consuming all of your time. Be it a collection or a project, a masterpiece you're painting or a screenplay you're writing, this is one day to continue examining every last detail.

How'd they know about that? O_o The cosmos know all! LoL.

Next, a small history lesson:

As vocal as Kahn's courtiers have been over the years (and in all fairness, THEY at least are nice people,) my mother's family has been reticent. This is mostly because they're scattered all over the country--my step-aunt lives in ALASKA! for crying out loud--but also for reasons I don't understand. Having never met or even seen most of them precluded me from asking about it, as well as decorum.

At any rate, my mother's cousin popped up on radar last week. We'll call her Merya. They talked on the phone for like three hours, catching up and whatnot. Apparently, both of them had assumed the same thing about each other: namely, that they were dead. (Err, I sure don't FEEL dead, LoL. *Pinches self*. Yikes! Definitely alive ;^D) And now that that's been conclusively established, Merya and Company are coming down to visit. They'd been planning to come to Florida anyway, and now they'll stop by for a week.

Do you realize what this means? I have a second-cousin! And a third! (About thirtyish and six years old, respectively.) And here I'm thinking my family's all dead, silly me.

I HAVE FAMILY!! *Bouncing around happily*.

Suddenly Christmas looks nicer ^_^ I actually have persons to SHARE it with, and GUESTS to entertain, for the first time since I was a little thing. We might even have a party, I love parties *^_^*

Hip to hip
Don't you think you're the sh*t
You're the runway walkin'

And--the lesser shock:

My mother had been led to believe we're Scots-Irish. So that was what I grew up being told, you know? German, Scots-Irish, and Native American.

We're actually Welsh. One of the other relatives apparently went back to the UK for a bit to trace it, and so there you have it. So we'll ammend that slightly to read German, Welsh and Native American.

(There can be no doubt of the Native heritage, at least; the government issued my mother a check for a portion of the original sale of Manhattan a few years ago.)

Not that I'm sure exactly what that means; being Welsh, I mean. It's just weird to think one thing and have it turn out to be something else. It might even bear further research. I like research ^_^

Although, just offhand, I do know Welsh is one of the root-languages for Tolkien's Elvish. Yep. It's where he got the "hard C" concept: for instance, "Celeborn"
is actually said "Keleborn"...and I think that's enough trivia for one morning ;^)

Who handed down this jealous rite
Of sisters insincere?
Isn't that why you're here?

I know, I know, I'm never around ^^; So I'm awful and stuff.

And it's going to get worse before it gets better, since I'm going to be gone 'til like one-ish tommorow morning. When everybody else is getting time off, I will be running around cleaning up behind them. I don't resent it or anything--that's just life. And there's nothing I can do about it.

Like somebody tied a rope to your beltloop

Still have emails that need to be in the outgoing and stuff. Which is typical, right? Not only am I never around but I never talk to anybody, either. Witness, witness, can I get a witness? I've been bad. Bad and it's only getting worse. *Does obesiance* ^^;

Isn't that why you're here?

Michael Jackson, look what you've done. *Shakes head*. I shall now pull an MJ:

*Attacks Sony*

*Attacks "racists" (most of whom work for Sony)*

*Attacks "politicians" (most of whom work for Sony)*

*Attacks completely random targets (ALL of whom work for Sony)*

*Murmurs something about the fate of the world's children into the michrophone and looks up with big, haunted eyes behind dark glasses and whispers "thank you" before vanishing behind an army of security guards*

See, I'm perfectly normal LmAo ^_-

WHAT is up with him? I mean really, he looked alright--two or three surgeries ago. They need to take some of that huge chin thing he's got and put it back where his nose used to be. I'm serious. >_<

Don't even get me started with the "dangling his kid over the balcony" thing.

We love you, Michael, but you're hella weird. No, wait, you're f*cking nuts.

Of course, that's mostly what catches people's attention, nowadays ;^P

Hypocrites
Don't you think you're the sh*t
You're the one way talkin' Procreation Chick
See your empty is full of itself
'Cause she's comin' your way
Size her up
Up and down
Carry on your display

I think I'll shut up now, I've got chores and stuff to do and a top that needs cleaning or else I won't be able to wear it. So.

Later, folks. ^_^