siamesa | My Relatives Do Not Understand Me

And I Do Not Understand Them.

This is best illustrated with a group of four cousins- me, the oldest, a proud and self-proclaimed nerd who spends her spare time writing fan fiction about people in spaceships. My little sister, the socialite-in-Hollister who considers us all a hideous embarassment. My cousin, who plays electric guitar and wears black. And my little brother, Mostly Likely At His Elementary School To Build A Working Jet Engine.

We get along in the sense that we constantly toss quips at each other and make fun of the various hobbies we have. My cousin and I both enjoy watching MST3K, so we can talk about that. My sister and I both... um... yeah... I'm sure we have something in common. Animals! We both like animals. Even if she hates my cat and her rabbits chew on my things. And my little brother and I get along due to the nessecity of banding together to survive living with my sister. He also likes Star Wars and Avatar, so he fulfills all the important requirements for a little brother, plus bonus guinea pigs.

But I had a decent conversation with them! We could discuss things! Such as shipping. And why sister and cousin have radically different tastes in music.

Sister: Paramore is awesome!
Cousin: Paramore's OK. Better than most of your stuff... Now, Gogol Bordello, that's a band...
Sister: Gigilo?
Cousin: Gogol Bordello!
Me: Go Go Bordello?
Cousin: GOGOL! You do this every time I say their name!

Gosh, I wonder why...

For the record, I have about equal opinions of both bands. This goes for most music with me. As long as I can make a little music video in my mind, I'm happy.