Sad is when you realise that because of your prior intensive dance training you always sit with a rigidly straight back in chairs that don't support your shoulders.
When you realise that you've been sitting in an unfarmiliar, non shoulder-supporting chair, on your aunts internet for three hours, and now your entire back is screaming with pain, because you don't use those muscles much anymore.
WHY CHUCK WHY???
Man. My back is going to crack something wicked tomorrow.
In other news the dry cold climate here had made my excema fingers shed three layers of skin, whoo. Not too bad otherwise. I got up at twelve today, watched childrens cartoons for three hours, re-read the latest artemis fowl book, ate two dinners as I forgot to have lunch, and ended up on here.
I like this...vacation, of sorts.
In other news - I had a fascinating look back on how I (presumably) acted when I was a child/teenager. I got lured over to the "kids" section of our ENORMOUS table at my grandmas party, and spent most of the evening quietly sipping my wine and wondering; 'if I was this obnoxious when I was fifteen, how did my parents resist strangling me?'
My cousin (who knows full well how old I am, having asked me half an hour ago) turned to me as I sat down, and said, in an extremly snitty tone of voice; 'my
mother never lets me
I really had to tamp down on my urge to snark. So I said nothing, and choked quietly into my glass for a few moments. Said cousin, and another one, then proceeded to talk about milfs, and ended up explaining the meaning to her twelve year old sister. The twelve year old is not the brightest spark, and didn't seem to understand that you had to have a specific context for the term; spending a good half hour trying to interject it at as many points of the conversation as possible.
(Nell):"Harriet, you wear too much makeup. I've never seen you without it on. You're such a milf"
(Nell):"Harriet, stop stealing my potatoes, you're such a milf"
(Harriet): "That's not how you use the word, Nell"
(Other cousin): *snort* "You have to have a kid, for starters"
(Nell): "Mum's a milf!" (proud smile)
*Collective disgusted shivers from the rest of the table, and violent shushings from her sister*
Aaaaaand then they proceeded to talk about boys and how, because Nell has had several "boyfriends" that she was a slut (by her own admission). My GOD it made me feel old. I'm not that much older than them, really, but I swear I wasn't like that when I was in intermediate. I think I was still playing with fraking DOLLS when I was in intermediate. I didn't even know what a slut was! Which kind of made me worry what constitutes a boyfriend these days. I hope they get better sex ed than I did.
HOW IS THIS HAPPENING? I'M NOT EVEN LEGALLY AN ADULT IN SOME COUNTRIES STILL AND THESE KIDS MAKE ME FEEL A MILLION YEARS OLD!
Also they don't understand Charlie the Unicorn references. This makes me sad. A conversation is seriously lacking if someone breaks out the Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrlie voice and no-one gets it. A sad, sad day indeed.