Families, Torchwood, and Various Other Inanities

Last night was probably the first time since I was a kid that I had a real Thanksgiving, and it was kind of a surreal experience. Not that my family was ever that into it to begin with, but when my parents divorced it just sort of fell apart altogether, and I can't say I was particularly upset about it. I really preferred just hanging out, or going to work at McDonald's with my mom and my grandparents and the nuns. It was nice. But this year I'm at my aunt and uncle's, and we went to some friends' of theirs for dinner - and there were a ton of people, all their kids and grandkids and siblings and friends and whatever, probably 20 people. And it was...it don't know. Nice, but also kind of vaguely sad, because these people were so close and happy and really nice to me but I was still aware that this wasn't /my/ family and I didn't really know any of them. Part of me wishes I had stayed at my dorm for Thanksgiving, but I don't know. Bah. When I am independent grown-up person with my own apartment, I shall spend Thanksgiving with a small group of friends who will be willing to loudly discuss gay porn and Canadian ninjas over pizza. Or by myself. Either one. 

While I'm on the topic of family, I was really apprehensive of staying at my aunt and uncle's - I love them, but the last time I stayed with them I was 12, and (obviously) I'm rather a different person, and a lot of really complicated family shit has happened since, and I just wasn't sure whether it was going to be happy family reunion or 4 days of me being lectured about my hair and my tattoo and my failure of a mother and...etc etc. But it's been cool. My uncle was always cool, but my aunt is kind of different from how I remember her - less stuck up, more laid back, maybe. Or maybe I just see things differently now. And they have not yet noticed the tattoo, /thank god./

I finally managed to download the first few episodes of Torchwood, and may I say, fucking awesome shit, that. I mean, it's wacky oddball scifi. And it's set in /Wales/. And they all have /Welsh accents/. And it's brilliant. And it's so so so /gay/. What on earth could possibly match wacky Welsh scifi gay hijinks? Nothing, of course. *is much enamoured already* 

Also, I wish Al would get online. I had an odd idea for a Naruto fic involving mirrors and windows and various other reflective surfaces, but for reason I want it to involve flashbacks, and I need her to tell me what they should flashback to.

Random Comment of the Day: My toenails are bright purple...*grins*