Dinner at My House

Welcome to the Aloha household! I’ve set the table with an extra place for you.

What’s that? Why are we eating on the coffee table, sitting on pillows? Because it’s Indian/Star Trek style, of course! Hence the centerpiece.

Who’s body is that, buried beneath the blankets? Oh, just my little brother. He’s the reclusive type.

What are we having? Chicken with pita bread (not peeta bread, fangirls).

As well as green beans and corn.

After dinner, we’ll take pictures for this post, and then watch the movie Elf while I write our family’s annual Christmas letter. Then I’ll finish watching the addictive series Princess Jellyfish, RAGEQUIT at the terrible ending, and sleep for fourteen hours.

(Yes, I woke up at 2 p.m. today. No, my parents were not pleased.)

I got a Facebook today (that I can’t link you to, for obvious reasons). Now I’m trying to figure out how to not-friend all these people that I know but don’t necessarily want to be friends with. The site keeps flooding every page with suggestions, and it makes me want to knaw my arm off. Plus, everyone on there is so conceited. “I’m so ugly!” they say with fourteen layers of concealer and their lowest, tightest shirt on. Then,Β fifteen of their 1,463 friends will be like “OMG SHUT UP GRL U SO PRETY”, and then she’ll be like “thx i luv u so much hon <3<3<3<3<3” and then I’ll be like “DIE, N00B5.”

Except instead I just kind of facepalm and log off. It’sΒ a sad, sad day when you go to YouTube or Twitter to find some sanity.

About Aloha

A teen writer and future world ruler. Llamas make me happy.
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9 Responses to Dinner at My House

  1. Alice Hutcherson Mellark says:

    I have one word. PEETA!!!!!!!

  2. BushMaid says:

    I laughed at the Peeta reference. πŸ˜€ Bail out of Facebook and stick to bloggin’, Aloha lovely, t’is what you’re best at! πŸ˜€ *is a nonfacebooker and proud of eet* πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

    • Aloha says:

      πŸ™‚ I should have added that the only reason I joined was that my Biology study group meets there to work on the unit outlines. After today, I doubt I’ll be doing much from a social standpoint.

      Thanks! Blogging definitely pwns FB!

      • BushMaid says:

        Ahh that makes sense. πŸ˜€ And wootness for blogging! We bloggers design our own domain, fill it with our precious nothings and reign supreme over it. Nothing can beat that, surely! πŸ˜€

  3. Gwendolyn Copperstone says:

    Does it get any better than Star Trek/Indian? I don’t think so.
    I only joined FB because my mom said I should. Fortunately, I don’t know anyone who posts really weird stuff.

  4. Kirsten says:

    I’m not planning on getting a Facebook because I find it stupid, and I hate having to talk to people I don’t want to. It’s like being at a party with your entire grade all the time. Plus, everyone I know just stalks each other… Also, your dinner is cool. When I’m on break, my parents don’t feed me, so I eat 1-2 meals per day. It’s only gotten worse now that we host our family’s Christmas Eve party.

  5. annanm says:

    Oh Facebook… I joined it 5 years ago when it was only available to those with a school email, and it’s gone so far downhill. Sometimes, when I’m feeling like an idiot I go on there. I take a look around, and I magically feel better about myself. Seriously, don’t fall for its traps. Abort before it’s too late.

  6. Your Indian/Star Trek table is the most awesome thing I’ve seen all day. Thank you. XD

    I actually wish I had FB, just to keep up with my friends. I’m a horrid emailer and hate the phone. Social media like Twitter work so much better for me. Security is pretty much our only concern.

  7. Facebook *shudders* I log on every once in a while and then turn around and log out. But go ahead and eat Peeta. Stupid Mutt. πŸ˜€ Just kidding, Gale is just hotter.

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