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wSaturday, January 13, 2007

feeling: bleh
listening to: Arashi - Hero


I'm sure whoever wrote this song didn't intend for it to be depressing.

Today was quite the up and down ride. My brother showed up at 9:30 this morning, his spawn in tow, wanting to go with my parents to Microcenter to look for a new computer and printer. Of course they cajoled me into going along. Honestly, the shopping trip itself wasn't that bad, except when the little brat found the game system demos in Microcenter and got started on some stupid Xbox skateboarding game and refused to put it down without a fight, even when other people were lined up waiting to play and his father was done buying and ready to go. And of course, because my father can NOT walk into that store without buying something (you know the kid in a candy store saying? in this family it's a dad in a Microcenter), as they were checking out he threw in one of those random 2GB flash drives they keep in a basket at the counter, and gave it to me. I don't even really have use for flash drives, but now I have two of them thanks to his little Microcenter impulses...

Anyway, after that we discovered a new (to us) Asian grocery store that I think actually had a better selection than Tensuke, formerly Seafood Japan. Was missing a few things of course, since it was Asian and not just Japanese, but all the essentials were there including a much larger candy/snack aisle. And everything there cost, like, half or less what it normally does at Tensuke. I got a box of honey milk Pocky for only 99 cents. o_o Even the nephew didn't throw a fit being dragged into this store because they had lots of large, raw, uncut fish and live crabs at the butcher's counter for him to squawk over.

Finally we went to Aquarium Adventure, again at the request of the spawn, where I very nearly got a new betta but fought off the urge by reminding myself that it's sooooooo much easier only having to clean one tank every week. I also told myself the next betta I get would be a female. He was a pretty little blue and gold, also known as blue angel or mustard gas, and the most unique boy on the shelf. But oh well... I did get to pet a fish. >> Yeah, the koi in their big pond in front are very large and very tame. And very squishy. Ever pet a fish? It's an experience. One that would probably freak most people out.

So yeah... the day wasn't bad until we were back on home turf where that child knows he rules the roost. I actually got sort of mad at my dad today for the first time in longer than I can remember. The little brat wanted someone to haul down the excessively tall computer chair from the upstairs storage room so he could sit in it and eat dinner at the table, but his father and grandpa both told him no, so of course he whined and stomped and mouthed off and threw a tantrum and repeated over and over that "If someone doesn't get me the tall chair, I won't eat anything!" Which his own father was fine with. Would serve him right to go hungry, if you ask me. But after a few minutes of this, my dad finally caved and brought him the freaking tall chair. This normally wouldn't have bothered me quite as much, but what ticked me off was that HIS FATHER HAD ALREADY SAID NO. Many times. And dad's the one who always says he lets the kid do whatever he wants solely because he doesn't want to take over the parents' disciplining role, or risk contradicting them. But I ask you, how was that not a contradiction?

Blah. Anyway, he's gone now, and it won't be my problem when the brat grows up thinking he can always get his way if he throws a big enough tantrum and results in him either getting his arse handed to him on a platter or turning into a homicidal monster. I washed my hands of all that long ago.

So here I am, grumpy and sleep deprived and it's too late to nap, and I won't get to sleep tonight or nap tomorrow either because my demon spawn cousin is coming over to make sushi again for some class thing. But at least I might get some fresh sushi out of that deal. The messy ends they cut off of the finished rolls, anyway.

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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 1/13/2007 06:45:00 PM


Comments:
Congrats on finding the new pocky dealer. :P

The sad thing about your nephew is that we all know he's going to grow up and go through school being the kid that nobody likes because he's stuck up... Hopefully he'll change as time goes on.
 
God I hate this new blogger system. It totally erased my comment.

I'll have to look up that store. And didn't realize it was THAT cousin. >.<

As for your nephew I take amusement in the fact that once he gets into REAL school... because he'll probably be a billy or a big whiny baby he's going to get his ass kicked... several times.
 
bully... not billy... btw :P
 
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