I'll have the gruel instead....

Just came back from a dinner w/ the family. Well, I should say the extended family since it included the sister-in-law's family. It was to celebrate Justin's (my new nephew) 1st birthday. Well to be exact, it's really his first month out in the world, but according to Chinese tradition (and maybe Vietnamese) the baby's already started aging while in the womb, so they celebrate it as a year old. Don't ask. Maybe they invented it for the military draft.

But anyways, we had batter-fried shrimp w/ mayonnaise sauce, Peking Duck, minced duck wrapped in lettuce leaves, crab, lobster chow mein, fish maw soup, whole fish, fried rice, some kind of green vegetable that has a hollow stem, conch and vegetables, noodles and red bean dessert. At least I think that's all we had. But seriously, if it weren't for the fact that I got to sit next to the kids and chat w/ them, I woulda just left and took the bus home. Yes, I'd rather have a bowl of cereal at home than have to sit there like a lump. First he keeps bugging me to change my brother's cell number in his phone book. And he has a f*cking Motorola, the worst piece of shit ever created. Nothing ever makes sense on any of their crappy phones. So I'm trying to get it in there, and he's keeps bugging me, and so I'm trying to figure out how the f*cking commands are supposed to work on it, and then he bitches at me for not answering him. I was so f*cking tempted to pitch the f*cking phone at him. Then every f*cking time, my dad would elbow me for some shit or another and tell me how to eat my food or that I should thank someone for serving me something when I didn't know they gave me anything b/c I was looking after the kids. Christ, after he finally got the idea that I need to know when we leave for the restaurant (since he was driving) and not when we had to be there, he told me when I had to start washing my face and get changed so that we'd leave in time. Like I haven't been able to get ready for work or school every freaking day for the last 15 years. It's this incessant retarded nagging that pisses the shit outta me. And of course he doesn't realize that he's being an a$$hole b/c he's senile or just stupid. Maybe should get him a dog, so he can finally get that dog that he keeps saying is better having around than me.

So seriously, it was the kids that made this evening bearable. Hmm, another reason to move out so I don't have to deal w/ his shit. I was passed out in my game room, under my crocheted blanket (still not finished but it's gotten so big that I can use it already) and my wool blanket cause I was freaking cold, and then he knocks on the door and walks in and makes some shit comment about me sleeping. Then at the restaurant he bitches about me not answering him when he first knocked. It's like "Helloooo, retard, can you not understand the concept that normal people must first wake up before they can answer a question, or even articulate any response? I've never been in the military so I'm not trained to jump to attention the minute the sarge enters the room." And upon finding out that he used to be a cook, Krystal's sister made the comment that he must cook a lot of nice stuff at home. I was so ready to say "Yeah, so much that I'd prefer to make my own meals after a starving10-hr shift than eat his slop," but my brother said it much more politely that he's used to making institutional food. I guess that's one thing I haven't learned well yet, and I guess is a sign of maturity, which is tact. Or in other words, gained enough experience lying that I can do it anytime and in any situation.

Well, I'm planning on going to snooze for a bit after .hack//SIGN on YTV and then waking up at 6 to watch Pokemon Chronicles, and then go back to bed again. Crap, I have to walk to the train station too. Better look at the bus schedules.