Canasta Anyone?

My Saturday night was painfully uneventful. It was sadistically comical. My cousin flew in from Charlottesville and her and my two aunts picked me up after an exciting day at work, filled with unnecessary self-brooding. I'm one of those people that thinks everyone hates them until proven otherwise, which is so stressful- I'm working on it. It's so annoying to be that guy. So anyway, I get in the car and immediately there is some kind of dispute. All I can do is sit back and sigh. I get home and I wind up sitting around the table with my two aunts (who I see have broken out the cards) and my cousin. Canasta, they say. Canasta. What the hell is canasta?

They tried to get my cousin and I to play, but we politely declined- the first time they asked. For some reason they continued to ask for like 15 minutes. The polite declining turned into emphatic no's. Then my aunt's sister tried to explain the rules, attempting a new persuasive technique (it didn't work). In her explanation she kept talking about melding. Melding this and melding that. I still have no idea what it is, even after looking it up. Yes i am sadly admitting to looking up the rules of freaking canasta. Never will I learn to play that game.
Amongst all the canasta hoopla my cousin was showing me the joys of comfortable heels like these

And I was trying to figure out under what circumstances I would drop $200 for shoes even if they were cole haan nike airs or whatever.
Finally, after watching them play for about an hour my cousin and i decided it was time to retire. We went upstairs and proceeded to talk about relationships...eh.

It was uncomfortable at first when we were talking about me, but i really enjoyed hearing about her relationship with this guy she's been seeing. they sound like a sitcom. loved it.
Today was ridiculously long. It was my aunt's sister's birthday which was nice. So we celebrated by going to some pier in Maryland to a seafood restaurant where I was a gluttonous heathen and ate everything i laid my eyes on. Now I have a headache. bleh. thanks body. Then we went to this hotel called the Gaylord for a drink. The hotel was really nice and my drink wasn't so bad either.

My cousin had to catch her plane so we rushed her to the airport brushing death at least twenty times on the way. She made her flight so that was good. I fell asleep in the backseat on our way back, but unfortunately woke up before we got home at which point my life flashed before my eyes five more times before we pulled into the safety of the driveway. I thank god for making it home after driving with my aunt and wonder how she manages to not get into a car accident everyday.
Entourage is on tonight. I freaking love that show.
Also, I think i may be coming closer to becoming a more jovial, socially acceptable person. I have fb to thank for that. haha nice.
Okay, I'm off.

The New Addiction

Alright, so this addiction may not be so new, but it's decided to rear its ugly head at the most inopportune time. My $hopping addiction. It starts off with a few pieces I really like, some necessities and then I just spiral out of control. I'm spiraling right now. I just bought these adorable shoes from simple shoes, a site/company which i love because of their use of recycled materials to make their products, plus their company is fun and cares about the planet. It also doesn't hurt that they know how to design an adorable shoe. I bought these...


It was love at first sight.
So today I planned to buy more things, but hopefully today will also conclude my abominable spending.

I need to save so I can move outta here before I completely lose it. Luckily my aunt's sister flew in yesterday so she'll a wonderful distraction for my aunt, which is great.

I keep going to bed late and waking up early, it's very strange. It's a good thing though, right? But I mean, sometimes a girl just wants to sleep until 12, is that so bad?

Work today wooo

Home

Today was actually really awesome. I went to this amazing thrift store in vienna called Unique Thrift and it was, in fact, a unique experience. Upon entering this secondhand oasis through those glorious sliding doors, I was immediately bombarded by a whole bunch of individual stands selling shit like they do in the village. My heart instantly burst. I knew I had found my safe haven. A place to go and unwind after a hard days work and my aunt's constant nagging (which reached all new heights today, but i will get into that later). I looked at my friend with wide doughy eyes, expecting the entire place to vanish like a mirage in the desert. She smiled and told me this was going to be great. I agreed and she asked the most wonderful question, "Should we go straight for the clothes?" Yes I uttered faintly and she whisked me away to the greatest selection of clothing I have ever seen, plus it was cheap! Nowadays "thrift" stores are beginning to call themselves "vintage" stores and jacking up their prices. "A" holes. So I went and spent money there and was not disappointed. I could've spent the entire day there. It was like home.


mmm i like this photo.

Speaking of home, it is getting crazier and crazier living here with my aunt. Just today I felt my usual carefree self trembling from the amount of stress bubbling inside of me. The feelings I keep bottled up have been starting to vehemently try to surface, making me extremely wary of speaking with my aunt. She has been nagging me about eating. nagging me about cooking. nagging me about my clothes. nagging me about my hair. nagging me about LIVING. There's only so much I could take before I turn into the hulk and tear this place down. And her driving is atrocious. I feel my life slipping away from me every time I strap on my seat belt. It's almost comical to put it on. And with every car we cut off on the freeway, every sharp turn she makes, every lane she straddles, I can feel myself getting closer to the end. You know, the ultimate end. I joke around with one of my friends telling her I'm playing russian roulette whenever i get in the car with my aunt. Honestly, it's almost like a rush, like i'm some kind of sick thrill seeker... hmm, maybe i am. Nah, I value my life. My heart is not pumping adrenaline, it's pumping fear.

Work tomorrow. I better head to bed.