Happy Holidays?
[mood- Holidayish
]
[music- Holidayish/ Blink 182’s new CD]
Okay, welcome to Cuss'z holiday entry.
Christmas eve, me and Tealick (my little sister) always exchange our gifts to eachother. She gave me PotC on VHS, and I gave her Seabiscuit. We sleep in my room after this. I had to gie her my Gameboy to get her to go to sleep.
Woke up at FOUR O’CLOCK in the morning to open our stockings; I got this really neat puzzle thing and candy and colouring pencils. And managed to go to bed and sleep ‘til six, then bug our parents, then get Dad to go downstairs at seven, it’s a tradition thing, and we opened presents from Santa. I got bubble bath, LotR: TTT on VHS (the extended version), the new Blink 182 CD and Queen’s greatest hits on DVD.
Now, my family, does not own a DVD player, so when I told my mother it was a DVD she was all ‘No, it’s music, it has the songs listed on the back. I tried to calmly explain that it was music videos, she tried to say that Queen never made music videos, that no one in the 60’s to the 80’s made music videos. I’d seen loads of videos from the 80’s so whatever. I wasn’t too bugged cuz I didn’t even know Queen had made a DVD, I knew I could exchange the still sealed box for a VHS version.
Then I opened Season Three of Babylon Five.
I have been begging and praying for this since last March, for my birthday, then the release was delayed for some reason, then I was promised it if I got a 85% average, I got a 83.5%, then I finally got it!
On DVD.
My parents are all ‘Well, you can watch it at your aunt’s house.’ Nobody in my family loves Sci-Fi like I do, and no one even tolerates my love of Babylon 5. I was oh so close to just crying at their stupid remarks, they were soo mean.
We were going to eat the ever-so traditional breakfast, I was the last to the table. At my feet was a biiiiig box wrapped in brown paper addressed to ‘The ------- Family’, I look at my mum, grin and rip off the wrapping of our new DVD player.
Yummy yummy Babylon 5. Such a funny show. Listening to Bruce Boxleitner, Jerry Doyle, Richard Biggs and that guy who played Morden do a voice-over for an episode is too funny!
Best lines outta that (if you watch, you get it):
“There’s the jukebox!”
“There’s Jason, he thinks he’s frozen, but he’s really dead.”
“It’s taken me five years to figure out that dream sequence I did, and all the fans knew what was going on at the time!”
We went to one of my aunt’s and uncle’s for Christmas Day, my oldest cousin (a 20-year-old guy in the navy) was there, with his girlfriend. We have this thing, beat each other up. It’s a cousin thing, everyone tries to best each other. It always comes down to him and me. Oddly enough (not oddly if you know me well enough) I always win. A 15 year old girl, tall but really light VS a 20 year old man in the navy, gone through basic training CARRIES A KNIFE TO FAMILY DINNERS (he had just put it in his pack so he didn’t kill any of us). I won. We have everything leading up to the final ‘battle*’ on tape, but we ran out of batteries.
My Mum ruins our fun each year. She’s like the final buzzer of a hockey game AND the nasty ref that needs glasses. I always get blamed, I’ve got the rep as family scrapper because when I was little I knew how to bite, kick, and scream. I have a lot of antagonizers in my family too, they piss me off a lot. If I wasn’t related to half my family (I’m not thanks to marriages and such), I’d rather not meet them. Not being mean but my family is nothing like me. Yes, half of us are a bit crazy, but I have honour in my insanity.
Okay, no rants about family right now.
Goddamn holidays.
WAIT!!! I SWORE I WOULDN’T TELL ANYONE THE FOLLOWING!! SINCE I’M WRITING, THIS MUST NOT GO NO FURTHER!!! COMMENT IF YOU WISH BUT TELL NO ONE ELSE!!!!!
Yesterday (being boxing day), Michael(apparently a gifted boy, keep that in mind) was hanging out cuz there was more family stuff and we went upstairs to my bedroom, he saw the bubble bath, with is ‘Champagne Bubble Bath’, it’s in a totally cool really looks like Champagne bottle, you could think it was Champagne except for the big words BUBBLE BATH under the word CHAMPAGNE. Michael likes to think himself a big man, tougher than me, he claims to be a drinker, smoker of weed, and something of a ‘ladies man’, but he’s more like a Hobbit of the Hood Wannabee. I told him that it was really bad stuff and that he oughta drink it in the bathroom next to the toilet in case he needed to spit it out, so we went to the bathroom, him saying that I ‘just don’t like booze’, and me wondering how he could believe me. He took a swig. Spat it out, and turns out on the label it says ‘do not drink’. He was all scarred that he was gonna die. He didn’t swallow any, but worried none the less.
*rolls over laughing again at the look on Michael’s face*
I haven’t seen him since.
I spent all day watching PotC (Michael’s DVD) and B5, and reading the Vampire Lestat. What a productive day tis!
Did anyone else notice that during the sword fight scene in the blacksmith shop between Jack and Will that you can see Orlando Bloom’s tattoo from the Lord of the Rings on the inside of his right wrist, right around the eunuch part? I feel soo observant!
-Cuss
]
]
]
