Hooray!
Ok, so this is my last day of working at my dad's office so far, and it might not be my last, because Paige often calls in "sick" monday mornings, which really means she was partying a little too much at GMU, where she is currently studying to get her degree in whatever.
I just came back from lunch, it was nice to hang out with the other girls in the office, although their not really girls, the youngest is about 27. Or now its me, 16. And it was just a quick walk down to Chicken Out, and we sat and ate and gossiped about Michelle's dentist, Gail and Kathy's dance class, how sick my mother gets on planes and anything that moves, and how apparently so do other people. hah. probably not as well as my mother does it. She makes sure that everyone around her knows that she needs the aisle seat and that if she gets up suddenly, to kindly get out of her way so she can go barf. It's great. It's also the reason I call and get tickets that are not near each other, and preferably not just separated by one row or two, but at least 8. Terrible of me, I know, but frankly, I don't need to hear all the details of all the problems my mom has with the flight, from mentally retarded stewardessess to icky food. Grrr. I don't get sick on flights, but still, I don't want to hear from her, because frankly, I don't want to start a fight in such a public place.
Yeah, speaking of fights, my relationship with each of my parents has degraded to just immediate disapproval that leads to fuck if I know what, and then all of a sudden we're yelling and screaming. You know what, I don't give a fuck what my dad is getting my mom for her birthday. As far as I'm concerned, everytime I tried to make a suggestion as to what she would approve of, and he immediatly started accusing me of just being rude and immature and gah! I was just trying to help. cuz my mom is not good about recieving presents. Um yeah. For instance the book he got her for mothers day that she rewrapped for him on fathers day. Which I'm sure my father thinks is horrendously rude, but I think is funny and perfectly acceptable. Not that I'd do that.... actually I would if I was married to the asshole my father really is. And same goes for my mother. She's always trying to get me to agree that my father is a microcontrolling freak. And then my dad does the same.
Basically: I don't give a fuck, I don't care if they split, in fact I'd rather, because then I don't have to be in the middle of it anymore, and I can find a way to secure my college money and not let my mother steal it from me. Or my dad give it to my brother. Frankly, I think I'll benefit from going to college more than my brother, because they have to put him through summer school just to keep him in the GT program and semi advanced classes so he can be in the IB program. Which he'll fail, since he failed the stupid class of 7th grade math. And all his other classes. Which for some reason is my fault. Don't quite know how, since I was always straight A's until high school, and now I'm usually a's and b's.
Anyway, enough with the ranting.
luv
Sabrina
I just came back from lunch, it was nice to hang out with the other girls in the office, although their not really girls, the youngest is about 27. Or now its me, 16. And it was just a quick walk down to Chicken Out, and we sat and ate and gossiped about Michelle's dentist, Gail and Kathy's dance class, how sick my mother gets on planes and anything that moves, and how apparently so do other people. hah. probably not as well as my mother does it. She makes sure that everyone around her knows that she needs the aisle seat and that if she gets up suddenly, to kindly get out of her way so she can go barf. It's great. It's also the reason I call and get tickets that are not near each other, and preferably not just separated by one row or two, but at least 8. Terrible of me, I know, but frankly, I don't need to hear all the details of all the problems my mom has with the flight, from mentally retarded stewardessess to icky food. Grrr. I don't get sick on flights, but still, I don't want to hear from her, because frankly, I don't want to start a fight in such a public place.
Yeah, speaking of fights, my relationship with each of my parents has degraded to just immediate disapproval that leads to fuck if I know what, and then all of a sudden we're yelling and screaming. You know what, I don't give a fuck what my dad is getting my mom for her birthday. As far as I'm concerned, everytime I tried to make a suggestion as to what she would approve of, and he immediatly started accusing me of just being rude and immature and gah! I was just trying to help. cuz my mom is not good about recieving presents. Um yeah. For instance the book he got her for mothers day that she rewrapped for him on fathers day. Which I'm sure my father thinks is horrendously rude, but I think is funny and perfectly acceptable. Not that I'd do that.... actually I would if I was married to the asshole my father really is. And same goes for my mother. She's always trying to get me to agree that my father is a microcontrolling freak. And then my dad does the same.
Basically: I don't give a fuck, I don't care if they split, in fact I'd rather, because then I don't have to be in the middle of it anymore, and I can find a way to secure my college money and not let my mother steal it from me. Or my dad give it to my brother. Frankly, I think I'll benefit from going to college more than my brother, because they have to put him through summer school just to keep him in the GT program and semi advanced classes so he can be in the IB program. Which he'll fail, since he failed the stupid class of 7th grade math. And all his other classes. Which for some reason is my fault. Don't quite know how, since I was always straight A's until high school, and now I'm usually a's and b's.
Anyway, enough with the ranting.
luv
Sabrina