Confused.

When I was a kid, I was never grateful for gifts. I only thanked the gift-giver because I had to, even if I genuinely liked what I got. As an adult, one of the things I've tried to do is be more grateful for the things people do for me.

But I can't help lapsing into old ways.

It's been nearly two months since my birthday, and my mom tried getting me a present on time. It only came today. But it was jewelry, and worse, one of those stupidly girly charm bracelets (those stretchy bastards that like to catch your arm hair). One, I never wear jewelry. Two, I would never wear anything that girly. Three, my aunt got me one of those bracelets a few years back -- it was a bit more fitting to my personality, too -- and where is it? Not around my wrist, that's for damn sure.

I do NOT wear jewelry (I even quit wearing my nerd!bling). The most I've worn in recent years was a simple bracelet and earrings for my parents' re-wedding last year. So, am I wrong not to have liked the bracelet (despite that some of the stones on it were pink, I still thanked her for it, and I do feel bad that I don't like it, for my mother's sake)? Or am I right because it's something I would never wear and therefore a waste of my mother's money (and she always says she has none; she still owes me $20 from three weeks ago)? Shouldn't my mother know me a little better than that?

She's sending it back, either way; I made a show of resizing it and pretending it didn't fit. Dear Goddesses, am I even worse for that? What kind of horrible person AM I?!

... D:

I was all set to get to work on Sokka, too. Now I really don't feel like it.

Reason #487 to hate the Yankees.

Tonight's the All-Star Game, right. NL vs. AL. You'd think that, before the game even started, all the Yankee fans hogging up seats at Yankee Stadium would have the decency to cheer for their fellow American Leaguer Red Sox. I mean, they were just gonna get their names called or go stand out on the field with the Old Timers and Hall of Famers.

No. Manny and Terry got booed. What the shit, we didn't even sing the national anthem yet (does that get capitalized?)! They're on the same SIDE tonight, fighting for a common cause (home field advantage at Fenway)! What, do they want them to get hurt, too? What if they lose the game because one of the Red Sox ... had something bad happen? Venus would be happy because she hates the stupid All-Star-Game-decides-postseason-home-field-advantage-thing, but that's a different ramblepost.

Further proof that Yankees fans are insufferable bastards who hold no common sense or logic, and who should be disposed of post-haste.

Harumph.

Edit, 16 July 01:37 - I'm really, REALLY goddamn sick of the AL winning this shit. And I do NOT like how the ASG has decided home field advantage in the WS the past couple of years (AL's wins aside. It should switch back and forth, and the ASG should go back to being nothing more than a midsummer fanwank). >:|

Of course, I'm not going to say it was a bullshit call that won the game, or even Uggla's three -- THREE! -- errors. Nope, I'm gonna place the blame squarely where it lies: with Billy fucking Wagner. Called on in the eighth to get one -- ONE! -- out, and he let the game get tied. How he got voted onto the team and not one other Met did is beyond me. From the eighth, it was a battle, and there were some dangerous moments for either side, but had it not been for that, the game would have been over HOURS ago (like, three of them. For serious).

And will people please, PLEASE, for the love of Nayru, SHUT UP ABOUT THE YANKEES. My unadulterated hatred for them aside, they are WAY overhyped. It's propaganda, I tell you (don't believe me? Look back seven years)!

At least I stopped feeling bad and got some work done on Sokka? Tomorrow will hold a field trip to the fabric store because it's probably a good idea to put some lining in this thing.