Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

I'm getting angry again. My uncle called us a short while ago. At the time I am typing this we have about 3 quarters of an hour to get to his place and I'm not even ready, neither of us are but we'll make it for sure. We do have a habit of being late to these things I'm afraid. But.

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I washed and straightened my hair last night (yes I straighten my hair now, I love it, but that's for another entry). I'm not painting my nails today. I have long nails and I usually wear nail varnish if I'm going somewhere. I did my nails up for most of the time I was at uni and I've been doing them up to visit my family for about 10 years give or take now (since my teens anyway). They used to notice and comment on the effort I'd put into my nails but no more, so I can't be bothered. No one even noticed that I had one set of nails shorter than the other (I'm teaching myself guitar, badly so I cut down the left hand. I don't practice often though). I'm giving my nails a long rest from varnish anyway. I'm also not going to wear any of the eye makeup I started wearing in the past 2 years (eyeliner and eye shadow) again, nobody noticed. I already set aside what clothes I'd be wearing last night (I've been wearing anime t-shirts to these things lately (I have 3 t-shirts of the Tokyo Toys mascot Coco the monkey cosplaying and three of L from Deathnote) so I'm going for a more mainstream t-shirt this time). Basically there's not much for me to do is the point of all this, that's why I'm typing now.

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My uncle called us a short time ago telling us not to be late. That's it. Mum was upstairs so I answered. He made the mistake of calling me my mother again (so the last time was just a fluke then). He wanted to talk to her and not me so I called her. All he wanted to tell us was not to be late. That's it? THAT'S IT! If he hadn't called us we wouldn't have been but calling has triggered a chain of events now that will probably make us late even though I'm not going to do some of the things that make us late. Damnit. Mum took this chance to ask about the baby? (the one we don't know about). He doesn't know. He said he did know but now he's forgotten. Oh well. I suppose it's something though, at least we know there is a baby at least. We bought it a cute stuffed giraffe rattle. May describe in more detail later. You know, since it's nice and sunny we thought he might be calling to let us bring the dog. No such luck. You know, I rather want to be late now just to piss him off. I've calmed down but I'm still annoyed. It's as if he wants me to be angry when we get there. Well. Guess I should be grateful really. Things could be much worse.
Smile. Just smile.