I spy with my little eye…
Still in Northern California at Nick’s grandma’s. Slept with the window open and was treated to early morning rain! We plan on leaving at four a.m tomorrow before the day catches us. She’ll be upset to leave this windowsill. (at Novato, California)
Chinjeolhan geumjassi (Sympathy for Lady Vengeance),2005, Park Chan-wook
Oh my gawd I went to use their restroom and come back to find them all talking about black people.
I want to leave.
His aunt and uncle’s house that we’re at is definitely pretty Stepford. They’re Type A folks.
I just glance up and notice I’m being stared at. Like, I get it. I’m “the girlfriend.” But engage me?
But I explained to Nick I was uncomfortable and he said it was the same for him when he was around my Asian/Pacific Islander side of the family, and I told him that in no way compares.
Aside from white people never really being the minority, my family made him feel comfortable with hugs and checking on him periodically and making sure he had enough to eat repeatedly and asking him sincere questions about himself. His family tries to make me feel comfortable in a way to see if I relate to THEM. If I can appreciate what they like to talk about and if I smile at the appropriate times.
And sure enough we sit back down with his family and one of his uncles is conversing with Nick’s mom about something or another and he remarks with, “… the kind of Mexicans who try to fit 30 people into one small house.”
Immediately Nick glances at me and I give him that, “I told you,” glare.
WHOA. I truthed.
We’re in Northern California, near San Francisco, visiting with some of Nick’s extended family, having a family dinner of sorts before we full on head to Idaho.
Gotta say. Being surrounded by upper middle class blonde hair blue eyed white people makes me uncomfortable.
So many pictures to post, but I’m too busy packing. For now GOJIRA! Gonna miss the crap out of you, George.💕 #BFF
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time .
Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees
The original plan for getting us getting to Idaho was to drive our cars, with nick’s mom driving in hers until we reached his grandma’s house where we’ll be staying for a visit from Monday till Wednesday morning. From there, she’d drive up with Nick, and I’d follow behind in my car enjoying absolute solitude. With Tauntaun, of course.
BUUUUUUT. Yesterday Nick’s car decided that it would rather kill herself than endure the 1,500 mile drive. So now his car is being taken to the scrap yard and they’re giving him $325 for it.
SO NOW his dad is renting a moving truck and towing my car with it, and it means we get to pay him back $2,200.
WHICH ALSO MEANS when we leave nick’s grandma’s house, i get to endure that fucking drive crowded in with nick AND his mother.
Fucking shoot me.