december 30th is perhaps the worst night of the year to stay up until 3:30am, looking at clothes online and watching bones. not like dec 31 has any sort of history of being a big night.
i need a nap.
have a fun and safe new year's eve!
31 December 2007
30 December 2007
you like me!
you really like me!
vintage sally fields is totally embodying the way i feel!
so yesterday was apparently my best post ever. thanks, friends! it is always nice to hear that other people enjoy my posts.
but now i'm a little scared- ah the pressure!
so i'm going to again steal a meme from karel because it will give me time to shore up my creative reserves and because i was planning on taking it from her sometime anyway.
vintage sally fields is totally embodying the way i feel!
so yesterday was apparently my best post ever. thanks, friends! it is always nice to hear that other people enjoy my posts.
but now i'm a little scared- ah the pressure!
so i'm going to again steal a meme from karel because it will give me time to shore up my creative reserves and because i was planning on taking it from her sometime anyway.
What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?
hmm, not sure. all the big milestones of the year are things that i've done in the past (go back to school, breakups, etc). oh, finally feel comfortable getting around nyc!
Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
towards the end, i finally got into the whole healthy eating and exercise thing- same resolution as the rest of america. and i will make this again next year. i also tried to make myself a morning person. it is kinda working.
Did anyone close to you give birth?
nope, though everyone and their mom got married.
Did anyone close to you die?
just my grandfather. seems callous to brush it off like that, but believe me, he wasn't a nice person.
What countries did you visit?
nada.
What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
a semi-professional wardrobe. more good hair days than bad.
What date(s) from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
aug 4, sept 1, sept 22- weddings i went to. sept 3- day i flew down to maryland to live at home again. dec 14- last day of my full time semester of graduate school and unveiling of my work in a smithsonian museum.
What was your biggest achievement of the year?
deciding to leave behind my independence in boston to go to my first choice grad school.
What was your biggest failure?
losing myself in school and getting bogged down by academic isolation.
Did you suffer illness or injury?
i feel down the stairs in early september and still have a faint bruise on my arm.
What was the best thing you bought?
grad school. and a leopard print silk/cashmere cardigan.
Whose behavior merited celebration?
karel for taking me into her apt at literally the last moment over the summer. juliet, brett, jonny, and katie for constantly having me in their homes so that i can feel a little like an adult.
Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
britney spears.
Where did most of your money go?
grad school and flights to boston.
What did you get really, really, really excited about?
interview weekend in cooperstown in march, getting into gw in april, all the weddings in the late summer, visiting boston before each time i went up, the end of the semester and christmukkah party.
What songs will always remind you of 2007?
stronger- kayne west, bartender- t pain, bubbly- coblie calliat
Compared to this time last year, are you...
I. Happier or sadder? happier in some ways, sadder in others. huzzah for ambiguity!
II. Thinner or fatter? thinner! i haven't talked much about this but i am big on losing weight right now. haha, get it? BIG on LOSING weight. eh, that was a stretch. but yeah, thinner.
III. Richer or poorer? i have less money but more smarts.
What do you wish you'd done more of?
early rising and gardening. and dancing. and keeping in touch with friends.
What do you wish you'd done less of?
complaining. worrying about school.
How will you be spending Christmas?
it is over now but i spent christmas eve at my aunt's house, then christmas vigil. slept in christmas morning, opened presents, went another aunt's house, saw national treasure:book of secrets and then had chinese for dinner.
How many one-night stands?
none.
What was your favorite TV program?
oh god, i have so many shows i watch. but new ones that i started watching this year: lost (i know, totally late to the game), chuck, pushing daisies.
Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
hate is really strong though i don't even think there is anyone i even grew to strongly dislike.
What was the best book you read?
hm, hard one. i read a lot of great romance novels (thanks, karen!) but deathly hallows was pretty good- i'm a sucker for happy clean endings (sorry if that spoils it for anyone!). nothing else is really sticking out for me, though i'm excited to get into these and share with you.
What was your greatest musical discovery?
i am woefully behind the times in music but i guess the greatest discovery is that my brothers are really good at making it.
What did you want and get?
into grad school.
What did you want and not get?
my own place.
What was your favorite film of this year?
ah knocked up is fantastic and i loved superbad and juno (hi, karel! i'm you!) i watch so many movies that i can't really remember most others that i watched. my standards for tv translate to movies so i will watch pretty much anything.
What did you do on your birthday, and how old?
i turned 24. on the actual day, i think i went to work. i'm sure i was taken out to dinner.
What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
getting into cooperstown so i could have turned them down. getting my driver's license.
How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?
whatever is clean, starbucks dress code, lots of dresses, more tailored pieces, riding boots and the women that love them.
What kept you sane?
my friends. and tv.
Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
michael cera- seriously karel, sometimes we do like the same things.
What political issue stirred you the most?
it is sad how detached i am sometimes. i get caught up in my own little world. but generally, i get most into sexuality education and abortion rights.
Who did you miss?
karel, barb, alice, juilet before i moved (and now when she is away), elle before i moved down, wise man, khat, liz, other assorted boston people
Was 2007 a good year for you?
yeah, overall. got my butt in gear re: future.
What was your favorite moment of the year?
a lot of good ones- dancing at weddings, getting my acceptance letter to gw, finishing up the semester, visiting friends.
Where were you when 2007 began?
in boston, at a horrible party, getting sprayed by champagne. that then dried and made my hair super nasty.
Who were you with?
wise man, todd, juilet, brett, and a smattering of match people.
Where will you be when 2007 ends?
most likely in baltimore or sitting at home.
Who will you be with when 2007 ends?
elle
What was your favorite month of 2007?
um, i have no idea! it is hard to remember back to january. i'll say one of the early months because i was done with applications but didn't have the pressure of having to decide where i was going yet or packing things up or going to weddings or starting up school in a new place. so yeah, february.
How many different states did you travel to in 2007?
travel to: mass, new york, new jersey, maryland, dc, virginia, new hampshire. travel through: rhode island, connecticut, delaware
How many concerts did you see in 2007?
two, i think. larissa maestro and minnie driver (yes, that minnie driver) and nick ogawa and jason myles goss.
Did you have a favorite concert in 2007?
i think it would be mean to pick from just two.
Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?
i try not to feel shame, but yeah, i threw some tantrums.
What was the worst lie someone told you in 2007?
i'm pretty gullible so if anyone lied to me, i probably believed it.
Did you treat somebody badly in 2007?
i decafed my fair share of bitch customers.
Did somebody treat you badly in 2007?
well, i certainly didn't decaf them because they were pure sweetness and light.
If you could go back in time to any moment of 2007 and change something, what would it be?
eak! i have no idea- be better prepared for my move down to maryland, plan my trip out to san fran better, be more open to meeting people in the first few weeks of school.
What are your plans for 2008?
finish grad school and find a full time salaried job. lose those last 10 pounds. enjoy myself so that i don't go crazy with stress.
28 December 2007
what's in a name?
you might have noticed that while i sign things tatiana, other nicknames of mine have appeared in guest posts and comments. or maybe you hadn't noticed and now you are like 'what? i thought she only ever went by tatiana? i have no idea what she's talking about. do you, willis?'
'um, what? i'm a tv star, i don't know about any blogger. leave me alone and the name is gary, not willis!'
a rose by any other name would still make me nauseous: my nicknames through time
age born: my mother names me tatiana leigh. she later tells me that when she was growing up, she had a friend named tatiana and she always loved the name and promised herself that she would name her first daughter tatiana. that's me! as for the leigh part, she just liked it but it does fit rather well with my irish lineage.
as an aside, all of my names are nature oriented: tatiana means fairy queen (like titania from a midsummer night's dream, leigh means field and my last name deals with horses.)
me and my entourage.
age a few months: tati/y. tatiana is just too long for most people! besides, everyone in my mom's family goes by nicknames. my tia mona is actually christened myriam, my mom, marcela, is either tia machi (just nonsense) or negra (litterally blacky, she's the darkest in her family). so i'm taty. yes, spelled with a y even though my name is spelled with an i. i brought this up at christmas this year and my aunt and cousin apologized for misspelling it all these years! eak, oh well.
the first image that appears when you google tati. also fun because i studied flamenco.
age 6: as every child with an unusual name, i fantasized about having a 'normal' name. and because i was an unusual child, i wrote these fantasies down in the form of what my diaries would be like if i was 16. my name was charlotte rose and i could drive and i had the best boyfriend in the world. ironic how at 24, none of these things are true. also funny that the smell of roses makes me nauseous and this:
age elementary and middle school: my bus driver calls me tidy. for years. i guess i was a really neat kid.
not nearly as embarrassing as the librarian calling me titiana.
this is little miss tidy. as you can tell from my neat pig tails, clean shoes, and impeccably even yellow skin tone.
age 11: while in england, i experienced a new kind of put down based on my name- previously, all insults had to do with my nerdiness- brain, walking encylopedia, etc. my new male classmates call me tart, which i didn't get at all, until one of my teachers over hears them and they get in huge trouble for insinuating that i'm a whore. they should know that americans don't put out until they study abroad in college, not in 7th grade.
this is not a self portrait, you cockney bastards!
age 12: apparently, my tormentors back in the states can tell that my name is now fair game and i gain the nickname tardy, short for retarded, not because i'm late because i'm super timely. but something strange happened in england. while i was able to take crap for being smart, i saw no reason to make fun of my name or the fact that i was american, so once i came back for 8th grade and people started to bother me, i flipped a desk, talked back in class, and threw rocks at cars. basically, i was a cool kid for like a second. so tardy was more of an endearing nickname than a taunt.
i am tatiana, the anti-tardy tiger and i will rip your face off.
age 13-16: ah high school. so witty! my life was split between my all girls school, where i was the basic tati, and coed catholic youth group, where sexually repressed boys liked to call me titiana, titi, and the most basic of them all, tits. yeah, good times, good times.
(i am not even going to attempt to google image titiana, titi, or tits. i may not necessarily be family friendly but i don't need to revel in it.)
age 17: i feel like tati makes me sound like a 3 year old, so i decide to introduce myself as leigh when i get to college. yeah, that never worked out. but i did always introduce myself as tatiana. of course, four syllables is too much for most people, so it quickly got shortened again to tati, t money, t bone (never really in seriousness) and sometimes just t. ah well, i tried.
i prefer filets myself, so you are welcome to the right handed side of the steak.
age 19: i study abroad in australia, the land of nicknames and shortening of everything. if americans couldn't deal with tatiana, aussies' heads would explode for all the enunciating. i was briefly deemed fisty being able to stick my entire fist in my mouth but that really isn't something you want to shout across the quad on a crowded spring day. so, i was christened tats.
i have to say, i think this may be my favorite nickname. it just seems so spunky and fun. you wouldn't really hear 'oh tats can't come out because she is such a loser and has to cat sit all night long'. instead tats is the kind of girl who tells crazy stories at brunch before going shopping. she's the lady who gets second degree sunburns in sydney. she sleeps on dunes with kangaroos! she wins catchphrase all the time! tats is a mascot of fun! woohoo go tats!
tat this! for that to be at all funny, you will need to know that tatting is one way to make lace. see, i make you laugh AND you get to learn something.
age 20-present: apparently, adults can handle the full name, so now i get tatiana in addition to friends who still call me tati, tats, and t. because of all these names, i will often respond to most names that begin with t, causing me to raise my head often and look around like a fool. there are a lot of names that begin with t. at this point, i do really like my name and i think it suits me. i no longer cringe when people tell me that they love my name- instead i respond 'well thanks, i didn't have much to do with it but i'll pass along your thoughts to my mother.'
i no longer dream up diary entries of myself with different names.
i just daydream about having a real salaried job. one day, i'll need that lanyard for some sort of work affiliated id.
'um, what? i'm a tv star, i don't know about any blogger. leave me alone and the name is gary, not willis!'a rose by any other name would still make me nauseous: my nicknames through time
age born: my mother names me tatiana leigh. she later tells me that when she was growing up, she had a friend named tatiana and she always loved the name and promised herself that she would name her first daughter tatiana. that's me! as for the leigh part, she just liked it but it does fit rather well with my irish lineage.
as an aside, all of my names are nature oriented: tatiana means fairy queen (like titania from a midsummer night's dream, leigh means field and my last name deals with horses.)
me and my entourage.age a few months: tati/y. tatiana is just too long for most people! besides, everyone in my mom's family goes by nicknames. my tia mona is actually christened myriam, my mom, marcela, is either tia machi (just nonsense) or negra (litterally blacky, she's the darkest in her family). so i'm taty. yes, spelled with a y even though my name is spelled with an i. i brought this up at christmas this year and my aunt and cousin apologized for misspelling it all these years! eak, oh well.
the first image that appears when you google tati. also fun because i studied flamenco.age 6: as every child with an unusual name, i fantasized about having a 'normal' name. and because i was an unusual child, i wrote these fantasies down in the form of what my diaries would be like if i was 16. my name was charlotte rose and i could drive and i had the best boyfriend in the world. ironic how at 24, none of these things are true. also funny that the smell of roses makes me nauseous and this:
You Are Most Like Charlotte! |
 You are the ultimate romantic idealist You've been hurt before, but that hasn't caused you to give up on love. If anything, your resolve to fall in love is stronger than ever. And it's this feminine optimism that men find most appealing about you. Romantic prediction: That guy you are seeing (or crushing on)? Could be very serious - if you play your cards right! |
age elementary and middle school: my bus driver calls me tidy. for years. i guess i was a really neat kid.
not nearly as embarrassing as the librarian calling me titiana.
this is little miss tidy. as you can tell from my neat pig tails, clean shoes, and impeccably even yellow skin tone.age 11: while in england, i experienced a new kind of put down based on my name- previously, all insults had to do with my nerdiness- brain, walking encylopedia, etc. my new male classmates call me tart, which i didn't get at all, until one of my teachers over hears them and they get in huge trouble for insinuating that i'm a whore. they should know that americans don't put out until they study abroad in college, not in 7th grade.
this is not a self portrait, you cockney bastards!age 12: apparently, my tormentors back in the states can tell that my name is now fair game and i gain the nickname tardy, short for retarded, not because i'm late because i'm super timely. but something strange happened in england. while i was able to take crap for being smart, i saw no reason to make fun of my name or the fact that i was american, so once i came back for 8th grade and people started to bother me, i flipped a desk, talked back in class, and threw rocks at cars. basically, i was a cool kid for like a second. so tardy was more of an endearing nickname than a taunt.
i am tatiana, the anti-tardy tiger and i will rip your face off.age 13-16: ah high school. so witty! my life was split between my all girls school, where i was the basic tati, and coed catholic youth group, where sexually repressed boys liked to call me titiana, titi, and the most basic of them all, tits. yeah, good times, good times.
(i am not even going to attempt to google image titiana, titi, or tits. i may not necessarily be family friendly but i don't need to revel in it.)
age 17: i feel like tati makes me sound like a 3 year old, so i decide to introduce myself as leigh when i get to college. yeah, that never worked out. but i did always introduce myself as tatiana. of course, four syllables is too much for most people, so it quickly got shortened again to tati, t money, t bone (never really in seriousness) and sometimes just t. ah well, i tried.
i prefer filets myself, so you are welcome to the right handed side of the steak.age 19: i study abroad in australia, the land of nicknames and shortening of everything. if americans couldn't deal with tatiana, aussies' heads would explode for all the enunciating. i was briefly deemed fisty being able to stick my entire fist in my mouth but that really isn't something you want to shout across the quad on a crowded spring day. so, i was christened tats.
i have to say, i think this may be my favorite nickname. it just seems so spunky and fun. you wouldn't really hear 'oh tats can't come out because she is such a loser and has to cat sit all night long'. instead tats is the kind of girl who tells crazy stories at brunch before going shopping. she's the lady who gets second degree sunburns in sydney. she sleeps on dunes with kangaroos! she wins catchphrase all the time! tats is a mascot of fun! woohoo go tats!
tat this! for that to be at all funny, you will need to know that tatting is one way to make lace. see, i make you laugh AND you get to learn something.age 20-present: apparently, adults can handle the full name, so now i get tatiana in addition to friends who still call me tati, tats, and t. because of all these names, i will often respond to most names that begin with t, causing me to raise my head often and look around like a fool. there are a lot of names that begin with t. at this point, i do really like my name and i think it suits me. i no longer cringe when people tell me that they love my name- instead i respond 'well thanks, i didn't have much to do with it but i'll pass along your thoughts to my mother.'
i no longer dream up diary entries of myself with different names.
i just daydream about having a real salaried job. one day, i'll need that lanyard for some sort of work affiliated id.
my computer is flithy
so instead of an involved post, i'm going to magic eraser the shit out of it and then find an internship for the summer.
if you know of any fantastic museum opportunities for this summer, please pass them along.
**update**
the a key is by far the dirtiest key- who knows why my left hand pinky is dirtier than my other fingers.
if you know of any fantastic museum opportunities for this summer, please pass them along.
**update**
the a key is by far the dirtiest key- who knows why my left hand pinky is dirtier than my other fingers.
27 December 2007
26 December 2007
happy boxing day!
don't you just love back to back hoildays! sure, we don't celebrate boxing day here, but as a shout out to our fellow british colonies, wish anyone with bad teeth or a crocodile dundee hat a happy boxing day.
i'm heading to out with the fam for a quick two day vacay, so posting will be a little light. but you should be out shopping for those after christmas sales for next year's christmas presents anyway.
but come back soon for another stumble! another timeline! high quality photographs! movie reviews! self deprecation! and maybe a movie of my sister singing michael jackson's 'man in the mirror'.
because it isn't the holiday season until your sister wakes you up by belting jacko.
i'm heading to out with the fam for a quick two day vacay, so posting will be a little light. but you should be out shopping for those after christmas sales for next year's christmas presents anyway.
but come back soon for another stumble! another timeline! high quality photographs! movie reviews! self deprecation! and maybe a movie of my sister singing michael jackson's 'man in the mirror'.
because it isn't the holiday season until your sister wakes you up by belting jacko.
25 December 2007
merry christmas!
merry christmas, everyone! my advent calendar is complete, presents have all been opened, family is trying to figure out what chinese restaurant will be open and what movie we should go see. we take the jewish roots of christianity very seriously.and, as you can see, i still haven't decided what camera i want so i'm still taking pics with my macbook. but the crappy quality is kind of endearing.
hope you enjoy all of your december 25 traditions!
24 December 2007
christmas eve, part 2
so, yes, i did post already today but since i hadn't gone to sleep and woken up, i feel like it really counts for yesterday. i don't count it to be a new day until i've gone to sleep, though i think i was that annoying kid at the sleepover who would correct people when they would say 'i hope we can eat pancakes for breakfast tomorrow!' and if it was after midnight, i would say 'you mean TODAY!'
anyway.
i have little shame in what i'm entertained by. i used to, feeling that i had to hide my love of journey, crappy tv, and predictable movies. but i soon learned that most people don't really care, some find it funny, and those who do care are ugly.
so while i was looking for hall and oates on youtube, i found this.
and it took me some time to figure out that they aren't the REAL hall and oates! fantastic. compare for yourself.
hope everyone has a good christmas eve, doing whatever your traditional christmas eve stuff is. at my house, it is wrapping presents, going to my aunt's for dinner, and falling asleep at christmas vigil, the only mass out of the whole year that i'm allowed to snore through.
anyway.
i have little shame in what i'm entertained by. i used to, feeling that i had to hide my love of journey, crappy tv, and predictable movies. but i soon learned that most people don't really care, some find it funny, and those who do care are ugly.
so while i was looking for hall and oates on youtube, i found this.
and it took me some time to figure out that they aren't the REAL hall and oates! fantastic. compare for yourself.
hope everyone has a good christmas eve, doing whatever your traditional christmas eve stuff is. at my house, it is wrapping presents, going to my aunt's for dinner, and falling asleep at christmas vigil, the only mass out of the whole year that i'm allowed to snore through.
23 December 2007
oops!
sorry about the debbie downer post earlier- i'm doing much better now.
but here's what i should have posted today.
brett, happy birthday! i know that bret spells his name differently, but you too, have got it going on.
lauren, i'm sorry that i don't have a youtube video for you. but if you want to be known as jenny, this is for you!
but here's what i should have posted today.
brett, happy birthday! i know that bret spells his name differently, but you too, have got it going on.
lauren, i'm sorry that i don't have a youtube video for you. but if you want to be known as jenny, this is for you!
family
on most days, i have something pretty lighthearted and what i consider funny and interesting to say. actually, most of the time, i struggle about what is the most timely witty comment to share. i'm just that good.
i also wonder pretty frequently about how much of my personal life i should share. i read a variety of blogs along the personal life spectrum, from sex lives in the midwest to strictly recipes in new york. in my personal life, i have a tendency to talk a lot (big surprise, huh?). but on this site, i thought that i should keep info about my life to a minimum because a) it is print and repeatable b) i'm not entirely sure who is reading this, now and in the future c) i mean, i know i'm funny but not everything about my life is necessarily entertaining and d) i'm not the only person in my life and what i write here could affect them (believe you me, THAT'S a realization).
all of this it to say that today, i'm not feeling particularity witty, due in large part because of stuff that i usually don't talk about here.
when i decided to go for my master's in dc, i thought i was going to continue on the whole living on my own/roommates gig i had going. the people i knew in dc prior to moving here were either living with significant others or moving away from the city. so, then i began looking into random apartments. the thought of doing random roommates again was utterly unappealing, coupled with the fact that i couldn't afford anything within an hour from my school. so, since i was going to be far away in any case, i decided to save money and live at home in suburban maryland. with no direct access to either baltimore or dc. oh, and did i mention that i don't drive? yeah, so there's that.
at this point, living at home has been different than i thought. the last time i lived at home was several years ago (summer after sophomore year of college) and my parents and i did not always get along (another big shocker, no?). i was afraid of butting heads with my mom about curfews again, but it turns out that when you are a full time grad student, you tend to sleep a lot more and ask your mom to drive you to the library more than anything else. not to say that everything is perfect with the parents, but we certainly get along much better than i thought we ever would. and this makes me very happy.
on the other hand, i have two younger brothers that live at home with my full time, in addition to a younger sister away at college who is home for the holidays (hi, cecilia! i know you'll read this!). again, the last time i lived at home, we weren't always on the best terms, but several years ago, i was also still physically larger than them and could sit on them if need be. i'm now the shortest person in my family but still with the most senior sibling status. very odd, very odd indeed.
but it isn't even that me and my siblings are fighting too much. my parents might disagree, but we certainly butt heads less than i thought we would, mainly because i don't see them as much as i thought i would. but what has become a problem is the fights that erupt (and i do mean erupt) between my brothers and my parents. they are 14 and 17, terribly fun ages, if i remember correctly.
so, if anyone has any coping mechanisms for dealing with your brother punching a hole in the wall and slamming doors, i would love to hear them. you can skip escaping to your room, listening to daft punk, and blogging. oh and making a countdown advent like calendar to mid may when i move out for the summer. i'm already all over that.
the only fists i can deal with right now.
i also wonder pretty frequently about how much of my personal life i should share. i read a variety of blogs along the personal life spectrum, from sex lives in the midwest to strictly recipes in new york. in my personal life, i have a tendency to talk a lot (big surprise, huh?). but on this site, i thought that i should keep info about my life to a minimum because a) it is print and repeatable b) i'm not entirely sure who is reading this, now and in the future c) i mean, i know i'm funny but not everything about my life is necessarily entertaining and d) i'm not the only person in my life and what i write here could affect them (believe you me, THAT'S a realization).
all of this it to say that today, i'm not feeling particularity witty, due in large part because of stuff that i usually don't talk about here.
when i decided to go for my master's in dc, i thought i was going to continue on the whole living on my own/roommates gig i had going. the people i knew in dc prior to moving here were either living with significant others or moving away from the city. so, then i began looking into random apartments. the thought of doing random roommates again was utterly unappealing, coupled with the fact that i couldn't afford anything within an hour from my school. so, since i was going to be far away in any case, i decided to save money and live at home in suburban maryland. with no direct access to either baltimore or dc. oh, and did i mention that i don't drive? yeah, so there's that.
at this point, living at home has been different than i thought. the last time i lived at home was several years ago (summer after sophomore year of college) and my parents and i did not always get along (another big shocker, no?). i was afraid of butting heads with my mom about curfews again, but it turns out that when you are a full time grad student, you tend to sleep a lot more and ask your mom to drive you to the library more than anything else. not to say that everything is perfect with the parents, but we certainly get along much better than i thought we ever would. and this makes me very happy.
on the other hand, i have two younger brothers that live at home with my full time, in addition to a younger sister away at college who is home for the holidays (hi, cecilia! i know you'll read this!). again, the last time i lived at home, we weren't always on the best terms, but several years ago, i was also still physically larger than them and could sit on them if need be. i'm now the shortest person in my family but still with the most senior sibling status. very odd, very odd indeed.
but it isn't even that me and my siblings are fighting too much. my parents might disagree, but we certainly butt heads less than i thought we would, mainly because i don't see them as much as i thought i would. but what has become a problem is the fights that erupt (and i do mean erupt) between my brothers and my parents. they are 14 and 17, terribly fun ages, if i remember correctly.
so, if anyone has any coping mechanisms for dealing with your brother punching a hole in the wall and slamming doors, i would love to hear them. you can skip escaping to your room, listening to daft punk, and blogging. oh and making a countdown advent like calendar to mid may when i move out for the summer. i'm already all over that.
the only fists i can deal with right now.
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