In Soviet Russia, Revolution Joins YOU!

It is totally one am. Third night of insomnia. Of course the fact that I keep sleeping until midday might have something to do with it.

I successfully outmanouvred my mother and avoided going to the Art Gallery OF DETH today. I did so by refusing to get out of bed until she gave up and wandered off. Sadly these kind of tactics work on my mother.

Tonight (technically last night) she told me Back in Soviet Russia stories. You know, "My friends cat was thrown off the eightth story by anti-semites", that kind of thing. Also, apparantly her grandmother had a Communist revolutionary teacher back in 1914 (before the cool kids were doing it!) and he organised a classroom strike (which, for no readily apparant reason, involved a human pyramid).

Ah, family history. All your daily WTF needs in one gene pool.

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My entire family just ran out of the house in a panic. LOL.

I watched The Brothers Grimm with Nicky on Monday. It was awesome! I mean, it was random as hell, but it was random like a fairytale. Nicky's opinion on this was "You know there's this fairy tale. About this guy who pissed off a bird, so the bird pecked his horses eyes out. So he beheaded the horse, so his wife beheaded him." And that's pretty much the point. I mean, that's what fairytales are like - random, with lots of beheadings.

Also, kiddies? The gingerbread man eats your face.