More than hating the holidays, I utterly despise spending time with my mother.

My mother has decided that I'll be having my wedding in India. Apparently, the rates are much cheaper there, and weddings only cost a 1/3rd of what they'd cost to have them in America. She seems unperturbed by the idea that most of my friends would be unable to take two weeks off of work in order to come to my wedding, that most of them would not be able to afford the tickets, or that I'm not even dating anyone right now.

*beats head against desk*

Perhaps equally frightening to me, is the latest set of decorating choices they've made for their house, which is slowly feeling less like the crypt I used to think of it as in college and more like a masoleum. Impressively, I seem to have managed to talk my parents into finally using actual colors, rather than just shades of white. Now I need to start trying to explain proper picture framing to them.

My mom has an entire weekend of movie-watching planned. Just, me, my family and a television sent blaring at us, for the next 72 hours.

Why, precisely, did I think this was a good idea, again?

( psycho-babble )

Bizarre Worlds I am not a part of

So, we're watching this Indian movie, after I just set up the wireless network in my parent's house. This movie, Pyaar Mein Twist (Twist in the Love Tale), apparently has a pair of star-crossed lovers as the main actors. The hero and heroine, you see, fell in love during their first Bollywood movie when they were in their early teens. They broke up, my mother tells me, shortly after the movie. Got back together after starring in another film a few years later, and broke up again after the movie ended.

The actress, my mother says, eventually got married and became a widower. Now, they're in their fifties, and back in a movie together, and everyone is hoping that they'll get back together.

Oh, and my father is a blood traitor.

There is no pulp in this orange juice.

Fucking blood traitor. How could he do this to me!?