I feel like such a bitch

Mar 13, 2008 - 07:46 AM PST

So next week is Spring Recess at my school (ok, probably mid-winter recess since it's still winter.. nope - I looked it up, they say Spring. Ok, the Spring semester may be in Winter, but even this is still in Winter, so get your labels right.), and my parents and I set up a trip to Canada to meet relatives that I've maybe met a few times and most that I've never met. Also planning to visit Niagara Falls since I haven't been since I turned 15 there (my birthday is usually vacation time). Anyway, apparently my dad's uncle had a heart attack or something so we're still taking the trip but it'll probably be for a funeral.

And now for the bitchy part.
I hate to say it, but this is MY Spring Break. We wouldn't even be doing anything if I hadn't said "hey, I have off for a week and I'll also take off from my externship and I want to do something, to go somewhere." This is family that my dad rarely sees and they've like taken over MY vacation. My dad plans everything down to the hour so I was thinking that I'd sleep in some days but apparently it's leaving the hotel or where ever by 8 or 8:30 most morning before this newest debacle. And at first I had said no to Florida when there was the choice, then I remembered Spring Training and tried to get them to change it over (like the next day - before ANY plans were set) and it was too late. So not only do I not get to see Spring Training for the first time, I also will probably be attending a funeral as a way to socialize and meet new people.

Has anyone heard of the off-Broadway play called I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change? Yeah, in that, there's actually a scene where they socialize at a funeral. But it's old people whose friends are dropping like flies and they keep seeing each other at the funerals and ask something along the lines of "Did I see you at the Sherman funeral?""No, I was at the Yatzko funeral. What about the Corning funeral last week?""I knew I recognized you. I was there with my friend Ernie. Since then he took a turn and he's in the hospital." That's socializing at funerals. I'm 23, heading to Canada, and by no means should I be socializing at a funeral.

The irony is that I would feel perfectly fine with going if it was another time. If it did not disrupt my plans. If I felt like I could still search for NORBAC (Regenesis - a Canadian tv show about bio-warfare - that's their lab) and Degrassi, and other mythical places. It breaks my heart to think that I feel this way when my relatives (most of whom I have never even heard of) are scared that he's going to die and that there will be a funeral.


And stupidly enough, I realize that this blog is yet another blog that procrastinates my taking of my midterm.