As always, I start my post with the freaking complain. Not that I would like to be mad or something, because, you know, family and etc.,but the luggage my family from Lithuania put for me is for my eyes only and it is really personal. You what my godmother did when it came to her house? She opened it and looked through the stuff. Even I didn't see it yet and there, she took me from my train station and the first thing I hear is "oh, your luggage is so heavy, it's at my place, I opened it, of course, you're not mad, right, and you know, she put there a computer or something, some electronics..." after that I couldn't hear more than the "I opened it, you're not mad". Sorry, what? You were going through my stuff and you think I won't be mad? Now I'm not even sure if all of my belongings will be there. That is so wrong on so many levels I can't even. The second thing my beloved godmother told me, is to change my hair colour because "it doesn't suit me". As I replied with "fine, next time you'll see me with blue hair" she just swung her head and murmured that this one is better than blue. Thank you. After that, oh My, please sit before you read this, she told me we will have to go to the church. Ha, lol, good one. I told her I can't go to the church because I feel bad being there and I'd rather spend my time doing something I like. Oh boy what a lecture I got. "What's wrong with you, are you not religious? Are you not a christian?!! You will go with me, I'll make you, you must, you have to say prayers for your Parents, you must pray before bed" and stuff like that. I can't even describe her face when I told her I don't do prayers and I'd rather talk with them in my mind than ask someone who doesn't exist for something. She was furious, oh yes she was. But the best part was when we got out of car. Geeez. It was dark when I got in the car, so she couldn't see me, but as we went inside, she basically had to sit on the first thing she could reach. "What are you wearing???!". Clothes, was my answer and she gave me another look. Apparently I looked like a homeless lesbian stripper that was looking for one night stand. I asked her when was the last time she was in a bigger city than Peterborough. I got a look again. And I wasn't even dressed badly. I had tights, skirt, shirt, my blanket/coat and a hat. Oh, and my killer shoes. Wait, yeah, the best part was when she saw the shoes! Oh my even now I'm laughing. "How can you walk with these in the public place???" she asked, probably ready to throw them when I won't look. I told her how much I paid for them and she decided I'm not worth talking anymore.I can just imagine what will happen when she hears what kind of music do I listen. But, yeah, I love my godmother. Her younger version was really cool. She went clubbing, we joked around all the time and it was fun. Last night was really strange. I think it was because we hadn't talked for nearly two years. Me and her changed a lot. Especially me. I can't remember the last time I was so brave while talking with older people. She is not even old, she is like 38 or 39. She looks even younger than her passport says. So, yeah, guys, my cool godmother became uncool auntie that goes to church and curses at youngsters. Lol.
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