bliumchik | Kidney Pie.

I just had the mind-twisting experience of standing in the rain wearing too-loose pants and holding a large ceramic dish full of raw steak while my parents argue.

While my mum was on the computer, I pulled out the entire black contents of my wardrobe to see what i could wear to Sam's party. I am somewhat pissed off. See, i have this amazingly cool black dress with gold edging - it hangs well, its goth, it even goes with my new hairstyle - but for ONE problem. It is strapless and when I slouch, it falls off. Also the edging is somewhat itchy :( so yeah, its an amazing dress from the waist down. I could always alter it, i guess, if I could be bothered, but that might result in something even worse.

Aside from that, I found that I have any number of black tops and something white with very excessive frills, as well as the black skirt i mentioned earlier, which is on second thoughts a little bit triangular and also needs ironing. Also a black woolly thing with tassels which would be lovely if it were a few sizes smaller. The process of trying things on was interrupted several times by my parents calling me to hurry and look after Timmy for two seconds - inevitably this always occurred while I was in my underwear, and by the time I got my pants on my mum had already got there, so i went back inside and started trying on the other skirt, and then my mum inexplicably went off to watch home and away so I had to do it AGAIN, but by the time i'd untangled myself I was no longer needed.

Then i went "Fuck this", swept everything into my wardrobe, pulled on the first pair of pants that my hand landed on and went downstairs. There my mum was arguing with my grandma about my grandpa, money, buses and a washing machine. Eventually my dad persuaded her to go upstairs and see to the baby. My grandma and i looked at each other in the silence and then burst out laughing. Then my dad came down to give her a lift, followed (as soon as they were out the door) by my mother WITH baby in tow coming to tell her to take the steak with her. Since she was looking after my brother she shoved this huuuge square ceramic bowl full of meat into my hands (yes handS you need both of them to carry it cos its fucking enormous) and ordered me out to try and catch up with them. This I did - luckily my dad was fetching the car but my grandma was still standing near the door.

That was when I noticed it was raining. Before my grandma could get her hands on it my mum came out and told me to take it down to the garage and give it to my dad. Halfway down the stairs my dad came out of the garage, took one look at the situation and told me to take it back again. My mum went to argue with him stating her reasons why grandma should take the steak with her, and my dad told her to go to the devils grandmother with it. When she discovered that grandma was actually only being lifted to Kingsford and would catch a bus from there, she changed her mind and ordered me back inside to put the steak back in the fridge.

Then she followed me inside to tell me no put it in the freezer. I opened the freezer door and she said "No wait, put it on the top fridge shelf. No wait we're not going to cook it tonight so put it in the freezer. Now wait, actually I'll do it tomorrow morning so just put it in the fridge." She then proceeded to load me up with a whole other series of instructions which i missed because I was busy wrestling the remote control away from Timmy. FINALLY I convinced her to go back upstairs and put him to bed - although not before she managed to solicit a promise from me to tidy my room and choose two nights a week on which i wouldn't go on the computer.

...speaking of computers, my dad has ordered the final part that mine needs, so as soon as it arrives I won't have to sit down here with no msn plus, no shareaza, no Opera, microphone, music or privacy.