The one where Torchwood is a must

Cousin and I continued to have a lovely day yesterday. We ended the day by watching the first three episodes of Torchwood: Children of Earth. Now we only have two episodes left and our aunt is chomping a the bit to have us finish watching so we can watch the first episode of Torchwood: Miracle Day (which is online so we would have to use one of the laptops).

Anyway, we stayed up until well after three in the morning talking after we finished watching our show and were quite tired at 7:30 when Cousin's brother-in-law opened our door with his oldest child. Believe me when I say I could have committed murder. Then just as I was drifting off to sleep again, our aunt walks in and starts rummaging in the dresser by the door. It felt as if the world was out to get us. Cousin and I both want to know what we could have possibly done in our past lives. We have narrowed it down to Nazis and my theory is we worked at a concentration camp (at some hour after being woken up after not much sleep, I was able to say Auschwitz, which amazes me).

So today both Cousin and I are running on very little sleep and we have been forced to socialize. Our mothers, aunt and grandmother are all in the kitchen making raspberry jam while Cousin and I hide in our room. Maybe we will get lucky and we won't have to socialize much more today and by lucky I mean we will just have to help with/do the dishes tonight after dinner...We were also made to swiffer the floor to pick up crumbs ("I'd like it if you were to swiffer up the crumbs from around the table so that they won't get on the carpet," Cousin's mom said an her annoyingly patronizing voice that is too quiet for average human hearing).

It looks like Cousin and I might get to go to Powell's this evening as well. Which is really exciting because that is the best bookstore ever. I'm hoping to find Heartless by Gail Carriger or Academy 7 by Anne Osterlund. Both would be good finds.

To make a long story short...

TOO LATE!

That was my reaction to the church sermon today. The usual pastor wasn't there (I was really looking forward to seeing him, he is awesome and I always get something out of his sermons) and the person in his place was not the best. His sermon was full of stories that didn't seem to go with the Bible passage at all. So when he said, "To make a long story short," all I could think was, "Too late." It was a total Clue: The Movie moment.

After church Cousin, my mom, and Auntie (plus Cousin's younger brother) all headed back to Grandma's and Grandpa's. From there Cousin, Younger Cousin, and I all went up to the room Cousin and I are sharing and watched the second episode of Sherlock. I am so glad that Younger Cousin loves the show as much as Cousin and I do.

Now Cousin and I are listening to Glee songs and haunting the internet (well, she is actually making gifs). Her nephews continue to be adorable even though all three of them are a tad cranky at the moment. Hopefully they will become adjusted to the time zone soon.

Cousin!! (and others...)

Cousin (and everyone else) arrived at my grandparents' house today. Luckily I didn't have to endure too much of family time. Cousin and I escaped by going for an hour long walk and then watched Sherlock (love, love, love) with her younger brother. Her nephews are adorable and I hadn't seen her older brother (one of them) and sister in quite awhile.

It was a fairly relaxing day watching kiddies run around and ignoring anyone who might annoy me (ie: grandparents, aunts, etc.). Also, Cousin brought me tea and I was very happy. We are going to try it in the morning. So excited!

Hell to the no

This is how I feel about my family after today's "lunch." Apparently lunch turned into lunch and dinner and spending six hours with family that I don't exactly like. Oh joy. After spending all day with the crazy people I feel like I was in an alternate universe where the Doctor should have come to save Cousin and me. I think it was a little like the episode "Midnight" only no one died and we all just were wearing pained expressions by the end.

I felt trapped by my family. It wasn't as if I really wanted to talk about the things my aunts, grandparents, uncles and parents were talking about. I also really didn't want to talk to my younger cousin about the Mariners game that he went to (angry face), but he felt the need to gloat and look smug. It was mostly Cousin and I sitting and quoting Moriarty from Sherlock. I really had to resist the urge to cry or burst out in anger. Crying would have been worse, but as my anger tends to look like Umbridge kicking Hermione in the face in AVPS, it isn't very good either.

Instead of acting on any impulse I may have had, there was a lot of staring... Pointed staring; you are going to hell starting; I'm bored out of my ever loving mind staring; I'm not getting in that picture staring...I could go on, but hopefully you get the idea. Gatherings with my family aren't exactly sunshine and daisies. Plus all of my aunts don't exactly get along (and they are blood related sisters) and my part of the family is generally left out of things. Enter Ned staring.

Auntie is a bitch as well as Aunt G and Aunt K. Aunt G is Cousin's mom and she plus all of my aunts and my grandmother all pointed that Cousin and I have spent enough time together. We haven't seen each other for a whole week. Auntie also made it quite clear that under no circumstances am I to come on the trip to Ashland, OR. It has never even crossed her mind that I might enjoy that as an English Major; and not any English Major. I'm a creative writing English major. Keeping us apart is just going to annoy them because apparently they want us texting each other at all hours like we have been since Cousin came back from the UAE. They apparently don't understand that most of our lives have been spent in different states and then in different countries. It is quite a recent development that we have even been able to talk to each other as much as we have been. My mother's side of the family drives me insane.