happyfish

I'd forgotten that, a couple days before Mom leaves, the house is full of chaos and all these stupid little tasks that Mom thinks are vital and need to be done immediately. Maybe I'm just bitchy; I just can't imagine why the Christmas presents for my various relations need to be wrapped in September. I'm going to have to wrap them anyway, why can't I just wait until December. Or even November? Does it all really have to happen now?
Seriously, I can't wait until she's gone. I want to move out so badly I can almost taste it. I know I can't, so I'm waiting for the next best thing. Maybe I should have talked to them, let them know why I'm uncomfortable here. I just can't see the good that it would do. Mom can't even understand why I'm embarassed to have her use female pronouns at me in front of my friends. And when I tried explaining it to her she laughed at me like I'm some stupid child throwing a tantrum over nothing. I'm sick of being humoured. I want them to take me seriously.
I've talked to friends who understand the 'parents turn me into an angry teenager' thing, so it might not just be me. Maybe it's a universal parent thing. Dunno.
Other than that, life's been good. Doing nothing is awesome, but I'm rather sick of it by now. I can seriously not wait for classes to start. (Although the beginning of classes also conincides with Mom's leaving. Two good things in one day!) This semester is going to be rad. On top of taking (hopefully) interesting classes, I've got drag and other MYN stuff and I'm thinking about going back to swing. Because I miss it. A lot. And I have a social life now. Spending a lot of time with Trev and Kait and the other awesome people living at the Blue Howse. I love my friends. They're amazing. I love having places where I can go and feel comfortable and accepted. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't.
My hair is purple now! So much fun. xD Although the 'wash with cold water' part is rather...uh...yeah. Cold.
Where did summer go? I swear it wasn't that long ago that it was nice and warm. Tonight it's going down to zero. ZERO. We'll probably have frost. Fall is coming. Halloween is coming!

So last night I went to Diagon Alley to hang with friends and girlfriend in costume to celebrate the release of the final HP. Well, this was after the barbeque thing I had with family friends. Sitting around outside talking religion and Middle East and/or African politics. And it's weird, but it's almost like being in a different culture when I'm hanging out with a bunch of Christians. Sitting there hearing them call me my old name and feeling their expectations on me, and by the end of it sort of going, well maybe I could be who they want me to be. Maybe maybe. Until I remember that I really, really just can't. And not being comfortable until I can go home and change.
Anyway, Harry Potter. Haven't read it yet. Don't spoil unless I ask, plzkthnx. But there was a street festival last night and after I'd gotten home from the barbeque and changed, I caught a bus dispite the overwhelming unhelpfullness that is teleride/the CT website, and went downtown. I found Lacy and co. almost immediately. It was amazing, considering the amount of people that were there. The chances must have been a million to one or something. Found Caro eventually and we shoved our way through crowds, looking at people's costumes and going on a grand quest to find Tracy a washroom. woot. And there were acrobats and it was cool. We stayed till about midnight, when people started cheering and buying books and all that craziness. Then we left. I don't have a book, nor have I ordered one. I'm planning on getting one next week or so, after the insanity has died down slightly, or maybe just borrow it from someone. Not actually that much of a fan, so I don't really care. And everyone there used the right name and it was fabulous.