On how to behave on social occasions

Oh man, I am utterly unable to enjoy myself when I'm not in my house. Today we went to a... mmm... party, a family thing which we just couldn't escape from... I was bored to death. Well, not really, because Corvux and his friend Bumphole (that's his nickname don't ask me why) went with us and we had a great time critizicing everyone.

[BTW, I keep writing critizicing and something seems wrong to me; I wonder if it's spelled correctly.]

Whatever.

I'm very much in love with my camera. And yes, I would love to paste some pictures in my log but, unfortunately, I haven't been able to find out just how is that done. Does anyone know where I can host my images and paste them here, for free? I thought I had come up with the solution when I opened an album at ImageStation, since when I opened my page my little Alice showed up very well, but when I opened it from another computer it just showed a stupid "Image Not Available" sign. Crap.

Well, if anyone knows how it's done, please tell me.

Ooooh, I'd forgotten (blocked) about tomorrow. Supposedly, Belendor's dad was going to come over for lunch with Belendor's two little brothers. I wasn't precisely thrilled with the idea, you know, because I don't especially like his Dad. But that's just me. I mean, he might be one helluva guy; it's him who partly made the person I most love in the world, after all. But a) I've come to love and respect Belendor's mom so much, and I've learned a little too much on how this guy basically treated her (and his son) like dirt and then walked out on them, and b) in the almost two years I've been with Belendor, I've only met the fellow once. And that time we met, we didn't talk at all. He said "Good afternoon", I mumbled "Pleased to meetcha" and that was about all. You know I'm not good at making conversation. And I'm even worse when I know I'm supposed to.

But anyway, I was glad they were coming for Belendor's sake and went to the market today to purchase all the items needed to make an awesome lunch. I pep-talked myself to be as charming as possible. I broke my freshly healed wound by cleaning the house from top to bottom. I had brought out all the interesting stuff I have to amuse the kiddies when they were here (I love the kid brothers, they are adorable, but then again, they're only 7 and 5.)

And then, just as I was scrubbing the goo between the kitchen tiles (this is an hyperbole of course) the guy calls and tells Belendor the plan has changed: instead of coming, they're going to take us to lunch to his in-laws place. I mean, picture it: we're going with the guy, the two kiddies, his wife (who by the wate hates Belendor like Bush hates Hussein, and this is not hyperbole) and probably hates me too just for good measure, and HER parents, who probably share her lovely sentiments for both of us.

This also means I'm not going to be in my territory and having everything under control; I'm going to be in a strange place where 85.7% of the people there don't know me and probably have no desire whatsoever to do so, and I'll be forced by good manners to keep a more-or-less civilized conversation with them for at least 3 or 4 hours. Help, I'm panicking. This of course means that given the fact that won't be in my house I will be unable to hide in the kitchen, as I did when I met Belendor's dad. I won't be able even to find a corner in which to sit and stare intently at space, because I can't be rude with this people, much as I'd like to.

I'm panicking. I can't breathe. I'll die. No I won't, that's the worst part. Even if they act civilized and restrain from making comments about my piercings, my career, Belendor's career, his hair length or my messy outfit (which I deem unlikely judging from all I've heard from them), this is going to be very difficult for me.

I'm even thinking I should tell Belendor to go by himself, but his dad especifically asked for BOTH of us. Shit.

Oh, tomorrow is gonna be horrible.