Annoyed Part 6

So I was looking forward to tomorrow a lot.

Now I'm just annoyed. Everyone in my family just seems to be totally against the idea of simple. They have a tendency to make simple things very difficult.

It's just a BBQ. In essence, it consists of very little.

1. Shop for stuff to BBQ.
2. Prepare the stuff for BBQ.
3. BBQ the stuff.
4. Serve and eat. Arguably could be split into two steps.

There. Four, possibly five if you want to be pedantic about it, simple, self-explanatory, easy-to-follow steps.

Not so, according to my family.

"How will you cook the stuff? Who's going to look after the dog? Women's finals is on tomorrow night!"

I've cooked BBQs before.

The dog can look after itself.

Ok, so the women's final was a slight oversight, but not really my fault. It was either make it a school night, which I got told not to, or tomorrow, or like a month after my birthday. See the conundrum? Who watches women's tennis anyway?

Also, they don't seem to find it one bit awkward, them being there at the table with my friends. It's not like I mind them being there. I love my family. It's just with that many of my friends there, I don't know what they'd do with themselves. My friends and my family. It's like, what we do is different to what they do.

They were supposed to clear the house. But now, after they've used those above arguments, it doesn't look like happening. I should've just made it a dinner in the city or something. Much simpler, less time consuming, less frustration-inducing, almost makes more sense economically, don't have to take care of the dog, get table service, can actually do stuff afterwards. Problem was, I expected a lot more people to turn up. Who knew that half my friends would be overseas?

In summary, this is way more trouble than I bargained for. I just hope it somehow works itself out. If not, I guess my friends will just have to talk to my parents. What should've been a rollicking event has just now pretty much turned into 'meh' at this stage. I hope events tomorrow conspire to change this. Please.

Also, I hope that my friends like sitting outside eating, mucking around with a guitar, drinking, talking and/or listening to music. Because that's pretty much what's going to be going on, seeing as the TV will be taken by women's tennis lovers.

I guess it was a bit jinxed from the beginning. I don't know. I just had this feeling. Sometimes I get this feeling. I think it's called anxiety.

A while ago, I was in a happy state. And I also said that things could change in an instant and screw you over. This seems to be that time. Things just start accumulating and before you know it, nothing seems to be going right. I'll just hang around until the next upswing. I'm good at doing that. Most of the time. Or I could go back to my old habit of punching a wall. There may still be that hole from when I punched it last. Guess I'll just have to find another wall.

Word of the Day: BBQed

Being strange makes us unique. But still strange.

I have been known to ask strange questions now and again. Hell, I've been accused of being strange more times than I can count. Most of the time with good reason. But something happened today that, while not the weirdest thing that has happened to me ever, was definitely up there. Possibly in the top 5.

Ok, so there's this girl in my French tute ("Ha, of course they're weird then," I hear you say, "they're Arts students." And to that I reply, "Ha. Ha. Ha." Even though you have a very valid point) who's very cute. Cute, as in she behaves like, and has the mannerisms of, a 10-year-old girl. Today, she asked me for a pencil. But it had to be a sharp one, not a blunt one.

You probably think that's the extent of the weirdness. Like, just sharpen it, right?

No. The strange part follows below.

I go, "Is a pacer alright?"

And the girl (her name is Annie) replies: "A what?"

Of course, as a defence mechanism, I bust out my semi-sarcasm. "Pacer. You know. Mechanical pencil." And to illustrate my point, I wave it in front of her face. And Annie, being totally serious, goes "Oh, that's what you meant. Yeah. That'll do. But what did you call it?"

"A pacer."

"Oh. Right." She gives me a strange looks, then starts writing whatever she intended on writing with my pacer in the first place. But the funniest thing was that Liz, another girl (they make up about 80% of Arts subjects except for politics) in my French tute, saves me from looking like a socially-detached moron by saying to Annie "What do you call it then?"

"A tube with lead in it."

You probably think that Annie's a fob. She's not. She speaks flawless English. Sure, she's Russian, but not like, "I'm Yuri and I drink vodka" Russian. Like, I'm almost 100% sure she was born here. As I said, bizarre. If you don't think that whole exchange was weird, especially with the bonus of Liz backing me up, I'll re-enact it through role-play next time we meet.

Speaking of which, I ran into Tamara three times on Tuesday. Once was already like overload. Three times? What did I do to deserve this?

Only kidding Tamara. I actually love people stalking me. Please don't kill me.

Word of the Day: Weird