I have emerged from the familial gathering unharmed, if not neccessarily unscathed.

Long story short: Within five minutes of arriving, one of the older attendees was asking me if I had mono. No. Then if I had a boyfriend. Again, no -- too busy. At which point I was informed that girls were never too busy for boyfriends. Ah, yes, this is where I excuse myself before I start touting feministic ideas.

*Blinks*

So today was all right. I might wind up being a gopher in a law firm in exchange for observation [and might even get some cash, but I neither set much stock by it nor care -- no, really]! Mum got a little bit psychotic, I guess you could say. The kind where nobody does anything correctly, even if they're not doing anything at all [which is the highest crime]. So I sought refuge at Leland's, where we watched Cellular. It was a pretty good film. A few instances were quite reminiscent of L.A. Confidential, particularly toward the end. This was followed by some of the more amusing snippets of The Patriot. "Here are your captive officers, sir." Haaaaa! Alas, right after that lovely line, it was time to leave, for my cousin turned 20 today, which is really surreal. I feel.... Old....-er. Go figure.

And Dad's switching off the light, which means I have to log off so that he can sleep.

Good night, all!