July 05, 2003 - 11:41 a.m.
So I was in my cousin's wedding yesturday. There's something you have to understand about my ciousin. She's done every bad thing I've done/wanted to do/ thought about doing/have been scared to do. So after talking to her, I've learned a lot about her.
I've always been her favorite cousin, even though I would never call us close. But nowthat I'm older, we've started to talk a lot about harsher subjects. She told me about how she lost her virginity and what she was like in school. Turns out the guy she married hated her in high school. She was the stuck up bitch and he was the arrogant asshole. I suppose love sometimes works in strange ways, as demonstrated by their constant bickering. It's like they never left high school.
We listened to Van Halen and sang
White Wedding.
Maria and I ran errands and then got our nails done by her friend, Jen. We were picking out lotion, and Jen showed us her favorite one. It had a picture of a marijuana leaf on front, and the label read about how it was made with hemp, but contained no trace of drugs. It smelled really good, not like pot at all, so I picked it. I expressed my wonder that this lotion didn't smell like pot, which immeadiately led them to think I'm a pothead.
"Don't worry, we won't tell your Mom," she said. "We've done it once too."
Ugh. I'm a good kid, really.
Despite all attempts to make me look beautiful, I didn't feel in the least bit pretty. I'm not the delicate type, so even if I looked like Pallas Athene, I'm sure I tromped through the aisle a bit more like a troll.
The wedding was nice and quick, unfortunately, pictures were not. I absolutely hate them. I hate posing for cameras and trying to look nice and dignified. Taking pictures with friends is different, more natural.
The picnic afterwards was a bore. I don't reall know many of my cousins on my mom's side of the family, so Kevin and I sat around and made redneck jokes. Joe and I started playying around, trying to push each other down, when one of my (annoying) cousins came over and bragged about how Joe would beat me. He didn't. Nor did that kid, or the next three that tried to push me down. I weighed less then two of them, mind you. What pussies. It's wasn't even challenging. So the annoying cousin left, and another one came over.
This time, it was this kid named Buddy. Yes, Buddy. My dog is named Buddy. It's not a name for a kid. Rednecks...
So he comes over, and one of the boys announces him and says, "He's the oldest one here." Buddy says, "No, I think she's older." He was seventeen, I'm fifteen. There's no way in hell I look eighteen.
So then, he tries to be cool by dissing my annoying cousin about liking "stupid Japanese shows" like Yu-Gi-Oh and Cardcaptors. Then he proceeded to make fun of Magic cards. Kevin and I (a Magic Card fanatic and otaku) watched with a mixture of fire and laughter in our eyes.
Time passed, and we watched the fireworks. And then everyone left except on of our distant cousins, a kid named CJ in 8th grade. For some reason we got on the subject of the best cartoons, and this kid watches Adult Swim. He isn't a Bebop lover, but he does like Inu Yasha. Too bad he thought Miroku was a perverted pig (I love Miroku!), but otherwise, he was a good kid.
