Before I get into the new stuff, I need to backtrack a little. Rewind to my birthday. Aren't I cute?
Okay, so first of all, we had to do this again. It didn't take the first time for whatever reason. Eunice mumbled something about CAS and Mona Lisa seems to think it's to do with nightmares. Whatever. Back to the party time. At least in this version, Lupe got some decent hair.
I did realize I'd given you all some bad information. I said this kid was Humberto.
Turns out no, that is his brother Scott. Humberto is not, nor has he ever been blonde. Woops. Guess I don't pay much attention to the kids I've physically dominated in the past. This is Humberto.
Three syllables is too much to waste on such a quiet kid. What should we call him? Bert? Humby? Slim? I'll ask Granny, she's the creative one. He does hang around a lot, though. I also forgot to mention, perhaps in reaction to finding me so strange, that for the first time (evidently EVER), Granny went nutso with the enthuisasm at my birthday party.
It kind of weirded everyone out.
Anyway! It was my birthday, so obviously I got some stuff. Granny got me a desk, Freddie got me a plant that I immediately killed (not on purpose!), Mona Lisa got me a computer, and Eunice knocked it out of the park with a super futuristic hover bed.
First thing I did was register with city hall as an inventor, officially. I want to change the world, one cog at a time. I mean, I really want to create life. As the first kid in this dynasty who didn't get an imaginary friend doll, I feel pretty cheated. But when you think about the inventions that REALLY matter, some of them are kind of small potatoes next to what your stereotypical inventor dreams of.
Like, graphite pencils. Holy crap! Whoever invented those really did revolutionize the world, right? Or how about panty hose? Or the shower head? There's a great big world of possibilities out there and not all of 'em are self driving cars or supercomputers.
I really wish I could just stay home all day and invent, but Granny says no dice.
When I do have a moment, I still really like making toys. I always build them with the enjoyment they might bring in mind.
I build them for her. She loves presents and she loves me. Giving her new toys I've made is the most fun thing I do in the week, really. Don't tell my friends at school.
And I know if they're worth building again because she's incapable of dishonesty.
Okay, so my mom isn't really a role model of adulthood or anything. That's okay. She's pretty awesome in her own way. My other mom is a pretty solid example. Except the city keeps giving her really bizarre professional wear.
Actually, she's been on this steampunk kick lately that I'm loving. There's a sketch on her workbench right now that I'm gonna ask to steal when it's done. I'm thinking of asking her to help me do a kind of throwback, gears and unicycles type bedroom for me upstairs. Maybe in the other "tower" room.
I trust Eunice implicitly with matters of taste. She recently moved Mona Lisa upstairs out of her "ugly chamber." Here's the new space:
Bathroom:
Overall effect:
She'd asked to be moved upstairs instead of redesigned because she's grossed out by her kid hooking up with the husband so constantly.
I think it's kinda cute, but then again, Rosetta is my grandma, not my daughter. So I guess it's different. Plus, I'm generally not home when they're doing woohoo in the shower.
I don't really think too much about the immortal stuff or it starts driving me wacky. I made the mistake of exploring the museums once and stumbled onto a pretty disturbing conversation.
"So what happens when we're done then, Mother?" Mona Lisa was saying.
"I don't know, darling. I don't know. I'm just doing what the Watcher put me here to do."
"I want my Goopy back. I want Ophelia back."
"Me too, darling. Me too. But it is great fun, isn't it?"
"It can be. It really can."
We all think about it. All of us. But no one ever really ... brings it up. The original two even go into the basement to talk it out, so that should tell you how uncomfortable it can be. See, this is why sometimes Eden's the best. Not much going on upstairs. Easy to hang around.
Mona Lisa and I put together a party for Spooky Day. She knows I'm on a crusade to be popular, best friends with Lupe and Dom's prom date and all that good stuff. Everyone was a pretty good sport.
Lupe is the coolest girl at school, even if she is kind of evil. I dressed as a burglar to impress her.
Humberto ... Humby whatever. He came to the party too. Not sure who invited him. He's kind of a wet rag, even if he is nice. Doesn't say much.
He dressed as a tiger. Dom was a hot dog, but somehow still rocked it. Lupe whopped us all at pool, but probably because she's got no qualms about cheating. She's so cool.
I wanted to go egg some houses with Dom and Lupe after the party, but Mona Lisa was onto me and grabbed me for trick or treating instead. Ah well, at least I got some candy out of the deal!
Best of all, I've got tons of costume bits and pieces to break apart and use in my next invention. I'm thinking maybe a toy dog...
