
I'd forgotten how much I don't like doing stuff with my step-mother's family. I stick out like a sore thumb amongst all the blond hair blue eye or at least very sedate Mainer looking people. One of my step-cousins, long blond hair, blue eyes, wants to be a model.
I left after a couple hours because I couldn't stand being around them any more. They're all loud. No thanks.
My hairs been purple and fun for months and I guess my step-mother hasn't seen me in that time. Her first question was if my hair was like that when my father had just seen me. Guess he didn't bother to tell her.
On the present front once again my step-grandmother didn't do so well. The gloves aren't to bad, other than the fact the roommate had an identical pair that died pretty quickly. The other thing she gave me was a sparkly silver belt. And its to small. It's by a company that makes stuff for stick figures. And were most of my pants are low-rise, and I've got hips, I might almost be able to get it fastend on the last hole out. Mostly I think I'll be taking it down to Wal-Mart tomorrow and returning it. If they had a bigger one I might almost consider trading it. But I'm pretty sure they don't. Also not sure if sparky silver belts are really me.
My step-aunt and uncle didn't do to bad. They gave me a sugar plum scented bath set. There is body wash and scrub two kinds of lotion, bath salt, and a purple poof. Also in the basket was a hand towel, funky blue socks with music notes and a blue braided bracelet. So that was pretty cool. Not that I have room to stash another bath set.
A plus was that I could use needing to go to Liquid Sunshine to buy hair dye as an excuse to run away. Lucky for me they actually had violet, so tonight when my roommate gets home I'm going to see if I can get her to help me redo my hair in hopes it'll stick to the roots this time.