On The Tip Of The Tongue

Am in a funk because Celtics are out of the NBA finals… it totally sucks!!!!! Especially considering Garnett might be retiring (though I couldn’t care less if Shaq retires). aauuggghhhh!!!!! The finals no longer holds any interest for me.. though I hope Bulls prevail over all.. i guess….

So instead of being productive I watched the latest episode of Glee. And that was awesome because:

1. Jesse is back. I’m not sure who I prefer to be with Rachel - Jesse or Finn. Either way I hope she ends up with someone who’ll make her happy because even though she’s annoying I dig her. Him singing Rolling in the Deep… aaahhhhmazing!

2. Blaine is awesome. Singing. Dancing. With Kurt. He is just awesome.

3. Kurt’s prom outfit: “Prom Braveheart.” ‘Nuff sed.

Note: Sam desperately needs a haircut. 

oh and then karma hit, in the form of a car, which left white GASHES on the side of my car. I need a drink. 

This issue always confused me, and I’m sure for those dealing directly with these issues it’s probably confusing as hell too. Now reading this article I found using the Times app on my phone entitled ‘From Chastity to Chaz: Sonny and Cher’s Child On His Sex-Change Operation’ by Andrea Sachs it’s now clearer. FYI, he has a new book out called ‘Transition” The Story of How I Became a Man’.

So the gist is….

gender identity = “who you are, how you feel, the sex that you feel yourself to be.”

sexual orientation = (somewhat obviously) which sex you’re attracted to.

So for many they might think they are lesbian (Like Chaz) when really the issue is that they are really a heterosexual man and vice versa. 

Okay, well I’m glad that’s cleared up now. Not that you necessarily need to pigeonhole people into such categories but sometimes its just easier so that when you’re trying to be politically correct you don’t make a massive faux pas. =p 

My experience as a driver the past 2 weeks has shown that it is NOT easy being a driver. In fact, it’s bloody tiring. Especially if being in a car for long periods of time tends to make you nauseous and in the past your defense was to fall asleep. -_-’ This coupled with Abba playing endlessly (because you have no idea how to operate the dash and change it) just makes things torturous. It got to the point where just thinking about getting behind the wheel made me want to scream or burst into tears. 

Then I learnt how to connect my ipod and that made things a little easier. But it’s still a pain. And my car is a gas guzzler which is making it even more painful to see my money basically disappear spent on other people instead of myself. *see previous post titled ‘My Mom is a Ticking Time Bomb to see why I would put up with this* 

Well yes, you could say I sound like a spoilt brat. But this is being a driver for 4 siblings, age range 5-18. Lets see how you feel when $20 dollars worth of gas, which would usually last me here for about 5 days to a week, runs out in TWO DAYS.  I am starting to feel very resentful. Especially when my mom says that I don’t know how to offer my help.

I’m sorry that I think as THE MOM driving the kids around is in your job description. As are other tasks traditionally done by the mother. Though, lets be honest, me and my siblings were basically given to our amahs to be taken care of. So what have you done besides administering the frequent corporal punishment? Who asked you to have so many kids?!?! Why in the name of sanity did you let our driver (who has only been working for us a month or so) go on holiday - 2 months IF he gets married, 1 month if he doesn’t!!!! Or even hire one who is so difficult to communicate with (can’t understand Indian head wobbles and he doest speak english -_-)??  Clearly my parents have lost the plot. 

Side note: I am obviously a daddy’s girl and proud of it. Am not close to my mom and never will be. But this is a whole other looonng, resentful, story

ok…. menstruation-fuelled rant over… i think.. for now…