So. My dads working and my mom decided to take a trip to tennessee spur of the moment (don't know what THATS about..)So I'm at my sisters house. Oh joy. Enrapture and happiness. >_>
Don't get me wrong. My sister is awesome. The guy she married however drives me through a wall. No not up. Through. I'm even now plotting my escape from him with spoon in hand (begins to dig at wall)Her kids also happened to inherit his "humor" therefore im SCREWED. School was a JOY compared to dealing with my nephew. Hes the future creeper of my family. He was commanded by my sister not to wake me up. So. He just comes in quietly and sits on the couch staring at me like a ravenous bird of prey... until i breathe too deeply or otherwise mistakenly alert him that im alive. Then he leaps. At this point its 5:27 in the freakin morning. I awake to the sound of "YAY your awake! Lets go play!!! Are you Awake?!?!" Me:NO.
Him: *proceeds to beat my simi numb body with nun-chucks* (oh yes did I forget to mention they keep it antarcicas tempature in their house?)
Oh joy and rapture.
And my niece screams every three seconds for no appearent reason. I pray for the end dear christ in heaven have MERCY.
On the bright side im only here till... wednesday or so. Great.
I also have a genetics project to do. Which requires my nephew and neice as a "third generation" so I have to document face shape/height/weight/etc.. Only problem being they seem to think it a wonderful game to run away from me as i chase them around with papers and measurments flying left and right, tripping over the cursed land mines (toys NOT cleaned up) they leave behind them. Oh just picture it. You'll laugh. I'll merely rock myself in insanity in the corner. *Twitch twitch*
As I chased them around entertaining thoughts such as tranquilizers and tazers (anything to immoblize them momentarily) I realized I could be at my OTHER sisters house. She doesn't have kids. Logic never does me any favors huh? >_>

Christmas is coming up (GASP im so politicly incorrect! ps sorry to state the obvious) and I'm the biggest cynic in my family. So I take every advantage to destroy what happiness they force upon me. Festive tacky sweaters? Oh yes. Thanks for that one mom. Horrible experimentations with fruitcakes and "healthy" cookies? (baking death and cyanide is more like it) and decorating the entire house with lights (I mean were we trying to blind pilots flying overhead?) and not to mention the damn christmas music. That great torture known to man. It plays in our house year-round. But especially from the beginning fo november to january. x_x I've found it best survived by creating violent parodies to well known songs. Example:"Deck the halls with mounds of bodies, tralalala, stab their eyes out with the holly, falalala..." Ahhh Christmas. My mother goes 4 degrees of insane. First is the misguided whim that she can make our 70 something year old house look like a magazine. Fail. Second comes when she realizes that we have no money to spend and everyone wants a hundred something dollar present. Then comes the worrying. So comes the halfway mark between "vaguely disconcerting" and "clinically insane". Third, in the weeks prior to christmas she engages her self in enough cookie exchanges and holiday events to give martha stewert a anxiety attack. Fourth she realizes her perfect expectations will NOT come true so she lashes out, gives up, and consumes large amounts of cookies and mint icecream. Ahhh mother. Will she ever learn? Christmas has become the consumers fantasy. Shoppers having epic battles to get a toy or game or device, tha all too soon will be useless, outgrown and thrown away. You may call me a cynnic. Yes, that much is true, but I have (some) goodwill towards (most) men around christmas. Its just unfortunate that people forget to make the most of their friends and family in the attempt to find the "perfect" gift. You can always return and exchange gifts. You can't do so with the people around you. Once the moments gone, its gone. Non redeemable ever again. I despise what we've made christmas, not the holiday itself. Just a thought. Cheerio then!