Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Sunday, December 28, 2008

christiansen day after christmas


the picture says it all. I showed up without an instrument and this is what they think of me. you really have to demand attention from these people. it's such a difference from the dailys. they were all over me and I barely even had to say a word. but the christiansens are cold and uncaring 0.0033 degree freemasons and won't talk to me because I am beneath them. one aunt and one cousin talked a little, but i'm dwelling too long. my day was thown off from smoking hippy lettuce in the morning. I woke up and was talking with logan about video games, when the dope dude showed up and rolled a blunt. that was at like 10 am. it's now 10 pm and I'm just getting back to normal. it fucks up my day to smoke that early. here's a list of things (drug related) that I can't do:
nutmeg
benadryl
dramamine
coricidin
robitussin
pot (without being drunk)
caffeine is a tricky one like pot, hence end of the list
besides that, the mythical folklore metal project got a name: Alatavalat.
no other progress was made.
in other news, a new term shall be used. this is "ganas" it is a spanish word for testicles that means so much more. it means ambition, balls, someone being a "real character", coherence, being able to tell that someone is "awake" or "aware", but so much more! if you understand this concept, you've probably got ganas. if you would say "yeah, sure, whatever" or some other dismissal response, then you don't.
ganas= psycho mike-o, shawn, joe, joyce, etc
no ganas= verizon wireless guy, sue, the tacks man, master slater (stachesquatch), todd, etc

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

daily side christmas eve




this is my dad's side of the family. we did a gift exchange and somebody brought stupid glasses. the old dude is art. he's not related, but shows up to all the family functions anyway. he's old, illiterate, and was an orphan, so he has lots of wild stories and always remembers that I work in the factory in bergen and asks me about work. the dude in the hat is don, but he's from my dad's brother's family. john (not pictured, don's brother) says he will make a whammy bar for me and donbro (young guy, another cousin) gave me a book called fuck you which is all metal dudes giving the finger. inside, cc deville is actually holding the same model of black ibanez that I play. my born again christian aunt loved the pgc shit and the aa aunt didn't bother me very much. she brought lasagna, but wouldn't eat any of it. before eating someone made an extremely rude comment about what I will and won't eat to which i told them it's not funny to mock people like that. otherwise everything went fine.