Hi. It's Christmas today. If you celebrate it, Merry Christmas! If you don't, just have a good day :) Christmas means one (main) thing, awkward family time. One set of my grandparents and one set of aunt and uncles is here. Later today, I'll be catching up with the rest of my dad's family. Due to my social awkwardness and need for a reason for people to think I'm preoccupied and not attempt to initiate conversation with me, I will be live documenting my experience.
*This part isn't live it's kind of a back story yep*
When the fam first arrived I managed to stay in my room and avoid them by staying in my room on Tumblr which was nice. My parents then attempted to lure me out of my cave with food. Unfortunately it worked. I am now seated at a table with some of my extended family.
They're comparing the size of heads. I just. I'm just going to sit here silently. Judging them. You stories bore me. Peasants. Most of their tales consist of them being drunk and other people being drunk. Wow. Intriuguing. They keep talking to my sister about Lalaloopsies. I HAVE LALALOOPSIES TOO SHE BARELY EVEN KNOWS ANY OF THEIR NAMES. Sorry. I'm jealous of Lalaloopsies being LaLaLally's "thing". I hate thing stealers but I WANT TO STEAL HER THING I LIKE THEM MORE. They realize I'm blogging about them oh no. Nope. Stop talking about me. Dad thinks I'm tweeting but mum and my uncle know what's going down. OH YAY. Luckily they don't read my blog! :D Phew. They've gone back to being boring.
My uncle has a Game of Throne pin on wow nerd. Lol jks good for you! You wear merch nobody understands! I know that feeling!
My brother is inside playing Skylanders. He's got the right idea. Maybe I should "watch" him play. I've escAPED!!! I'm safely inside with my siblings. I'm wearing the most festive socks right now. FESTIVE!!! I just realized that this blog post is making me look very unfestive. I'm actually quite a festive person, I'm just not fond of social interaction. K I'm gonna go back to my room for Tumblr now. I shall join you again when forced social awkwardness recommences.
I designed some menus for the Christmas lunch that match the crackers and the family approves of them. Aw thnx. Brb FOOOOOOOODDD!!!!! XD
At lunch, my grandmother was telling this "funny" story that she saw on the Internet and said it was "really true" (as opposed to it being not really true...). People kept interrupting her and butting in with snide comments (I was one if those people) and the story went FORVER in a rambling fashion. In the end, after a marathon of kind of half listening, the punchline was ENTERTAININGLY AWFUL but still IN NO WAY WORTH IT. It was so painful. At the end everyone was like oh. That's it. Hahahahhha. Please don't try to be funny again, Grandma. Just stop.
Dad turned off my laptop's power source GEE WOW THANKS FOR THAT MANY THANKS CLAPS FOR YOU. (My laptop has a broken battery and is unable to charge so it must be plugged in to a power point at all times.)
In my cracker I got a FLIPPIN' BUTTERFLY KEYCHAIN! SWAGALICIOUS!!!!1!1!!11! Here's my joke: What do you call a dog with a bunch of daisies on it's head? A collie-flower! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAH no. It is kind of funny though, in a sad, sad way. I actually kind of love cracker jokes OKAY DON'T JUDGE ME I JUST FIND CHEESILY HORRENDOUS JOKES HILARIOUS OKAY I CAN'T HELP IT
Pop brought up the pimple on my nose (in Pop's defence, he didn't know that is was a pimple) and Lally is trying to take my Lalaloopsy THAT I GOT TODAY by stroking it and looking sad. GREAT CHAT. Not a happy chappy atm. Need to get some festive back in me. We're about to go to one of my uncle's houses to see the rest Dad's family. OH YAY :/
I'm back. Not a great deal happened at my uncles house. Well... not a great deal that I noticed as I spent most of my time silently paying very little attention. From the little information I gathered, the night was spent talking about alcohol (and consuming it), making people feel bad by bringing up old memories and being generally rowdy. I (smartly) spent most of my time hiding with Sox and we discussing our awkwardness and exchanged snide comments. Overall I rate this Christmas 3.8 out of 5. It could've been A LOT worse. It was actually pretty fun.
Remembered something HILARIOUS that happened: From one set of uncles an aunts, Lally recieved a Lalaloopsy (which means we're back to having the same amount of full-sized dolls :/) She immediately recognised to shape of the paper clad package. As she tore away the paper shell, her face dropped at the reveal of Patch Treasurechest. She looked utterly betrayed. She then referenced to Patch being a boy and expressed UTTER, SCREAMINGLY OBVIOUS AND BRUTAL DISAPPOINTMENT. She didn't like it because HE WAS A BOY. WOW SEXIST MUCH GOSH LALLY. I mean, it's still a toy designed for girls. C'mon! She was so unhappy. After that, my uncle, the buyer of poor Patch, was talking to Lal about her disapproval of the toy and, somewhere in that exchange, he asked if she would keep the doll. To this she offered the priceless line, "I'll keep it because it's a Christmas present." PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH :'D OMG WOW SO GRATEFUL AHAHAHAHAHAHA I have a feeling my uncle's never letting that one go. At the time, I was quite mad that he didn't want Patch I MEAN I WOULD KILL FOR PATCH SERIOUSLY I WOULD BE OVERJOYED TO OWN ANY LALALOOPSY!!! After I offered to take him, however she changed her mind and grew "fond" of her gift. I have a feelig this was based purely of either A. Her realising she'd been a bad gift receiver and trying to make my aunt and uncle feel better or B. Her not wanting me to have her stuff. Anyway, she claiming to like it now but I have a feeling Patch will be a tad neglected by little miss Lally. (Earlier that morning, Lally got a micro [weird super deformed lalaloopsy thing] version of Patch and literally threw it away saying "Ugh it's a boy." Getting the full one was just too priceless.) Yep. End of funny story. And, also, the end of this post. I hope you survived Christmas and may all your gatherings yet to come e as unawkward as possible! Have a good one!
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