A little bit of reality

I seldom write about my family.  It’s not that it’s because I don’t love them or anything, because that couldn’t be any further from the truth.  I don’t really know why I don’t, it’s not like their lives aren’t mind-numbingly boring either.  It’s just, I don’t really write about my family.  I suppose my family life is something I’d rather keep out of my writing, and that there are more interesting or attempted humorous things to write about instead.

To cut to the chase, and what’s been ill-timely, eating at my mind for the last few days is that my parents are debating on separating.  An actual legal divorce is probably unlikely, since neither of them would genuinely want to engage in the very American act of having to go through the work to make it happen when instead, my dad could just simply move out.

I’d like to think that as I near 30, news like this would be a bit easier to digest than at a volatile teenager’s age, but I’m finding out witnessing my own emotions and thoughts, that it’s still not any less thrilling.  I suppose I can rationalize both parties better than if I were a kid, and I won’t be trying to blame myself for anything, but I’m still feeling a bit upset by the circumstances.

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Photos: Grapevine’s Beertopia

This photo really does say it all – chicks pretending it’s actually St. Patrick’s Day, brahs photobombing, my brother, myself, and even my camera itself, unsettled, wobbly, and drunk, for the third annual Grapevine Beertopia, down in South Carolina.

Lots of different brews sampled and enjoyed, and without failed, pretty much everyone got hammered in the process.  In other words, it was a lot of fun.

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Photos: Art League Atlanta, Round 1

Empty threat valid until the next time the opportunity presents itself: I’m never going to drink liquor again.

An evening of artsy-fartsy art-off between talented artists, to see who is the best artist under fire, with spontaneous criteria.  Many of us go to support Jen’s pursuit to be that best artist, and she advances past the first round fairly soundly.  As for the rest of us not participating, gratuitous drinking.  I’ll be the first to admit that as I got drunker, the more spontaneous the photos, the blurrier they became, and the funnier my own jokes became, and eventually it devolved into pointing out the King of Hipsters, and Justin Bieber, among other spontaneous shit I may or may not have said or remembered saying throughout the course of the evening.

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Photos: Art-offs and Family Visits

It’s been an eventful weekend, which saw going to a smoky club for a fundraiser, where art was made, people threatening to hook from ceilings, and some METAL where I was more intrigued by the light-changing box that looked precariously like a grill that changed colors.  My sister also came down, bringing my darling nephew, and we went to the aquarium, among other little activities.

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As a whole, 2010 sucked. Good Riddance.

I often think it is cliche the way people sum up entire years, this time of year, but then again, it’s so often done when things aren’t very good.  I can be fortunate to say that I haven’t really had too many bad years as wholes, and the last one that genuinely comes to mind is back in like 2002.  With all that in mind, in the pessimistic world we live in, I suppose it simply is easier to blabber about something when it’s more like a trainwreck than a sappy, warm, feel-good story.

In a nutshell, 2010 has sucked great big, gigantic, sweaty goat balls, overall.  I’m ecstatic to see that it’s mercifully coming to a close, and I’m praying that 2011 treats me, and treats Jen a whole lot better than 2010 did, because I’m not sure if I’ll have enough black hairs left to turn white by the end of next year if this shit keeps up.  With great trepidation, I clench my anoos, fearing that there’s still time for more discouraging, cringe-inducing bullshit to occur, and as evidenced by recent events, there’s no such thing as coasting to the finish.

But not to say that 2010 was 100% pure rubbish.  There were a few good things that happened this year.  And to start off this conclusive post on a positive note, let’s get the good shit out of the way so I can talk about all the shitty shit that happened that most people are more intrigued about anyway:

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A literal Shit Monday

Seriously – shit Monday, and I haven’t even started working yet.

I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and last night was no exception.  It was almost like premonition that something bad was coming, and this morning kind of did not fail to deliver.

I think I’m kind of coming to the realization that a whole lot of little things rely on me to handle or be present in order to handle.  And if I’m not involved, they simply just won’t get done.  I love my family to death, but sometimes I just wish my family would just show some initiative and get shit done on their own, without needing me to be around to do it for them.  Sometimes it just feels like an excuse, but I don’t think they realize how much it feels like it weighs me down knowing that I have extra responsibilities and a queue of things that probably could be done on their own steam.  I think that’s why I tend to feel exasperated or cranky sometimes.

The Thanksgiving and Brack Friday post

I passed out from the triptafen in the turkey a little while ago, and I’ll probably be up until 3 a.m. as a result.  For what it’s worth, Thanksgiving was a pleasant and successful affair this year.  Despite the fact that I kind of wanted to go visit my family back in Virginia this year, finances, and the residual fear of leaving home, being unable to defend it from batarians, it turned out to be a good holiday regardless, with tons of good food, in the company of friends.

Brack Friday was just as successful this year, and most importantly, very low-stress.  I already have a big-ass TV, decent sound system to go with it, the house already has an XBOX 360 as well as a Piss3, and we’ve got a lot of decent video games.  The movies I want to watch I can see via Netflix or other means, and I’ve got functional computers, as well as a perfectly good netbook.  So in other words, I had little reason to want to go out for Brack Friday this year, but still felt compelled to seek out a deal, because that’s what we do as capitalist Americans, still desire to purchase shit.  In the end, I found an awesomely priced 14-gallon shop vacuum for the garage from Lowe’s for $29.99 down from $79.99 that I was able to secure online, and pick up in-store without having to awaken at ass-O’clock, and when we did eventually go out to shop, at a “normal” hour, I was able to acquire a Logitech wireless keyboard / mouse combo from Radio Shack for $20 down from $40, and some clothing from Old Navy for relatively cheap.  Despite the fact that I didn’t really have the disposable income to blow in the first place.

But anyway, I’m feeling contented, and pleased with the way the holiday has gone so far, and I’m hoping that this year will mercifully end as relatively low-stress as this Thanksgiving has been.