INJUSTICE! The story of my life.
I was planning to come home today and finish up the meme I left from a few days ago, but this...this just needs to be said because I have had it up to here.
I had postponed moving until my mother had figured out what was going to happen to the house. It's supposed to be foreclosed soon because of family drama preventing both my mother and father from paying for the house. Out of the kindness of my heart (and sometimes I wish I was just a cold hearted bitch and just moved out the first chance I got), I wanted to help my mother out because she doesn't speak English, and while I wasn't doing everything for her, I helped her make wise decisions about bills hat needed to be paid and how to manage her money without me, so that when the time came when I moved...she'd be able to do it on her own.
I tolerated a few injustices. I channeled my anger, and I even went as far to try and create peace in the house by staying out of everyone's way. I literally go to work, and pretty much stay in my room the rest of the day when I'm at home. I don't really talk to anyone unless they talk to me. It's better this way so that I don't end up getting into arguments with others. Fine.
Last summer, I finally purchased my long awaited laptop. It is my pride and joy because it was the first time I ever did something for myself and was able to earn it on my own 100%. I worked hard for that money. I stayed during my breaks at school slaving for this money. So you can at least understand that the thing means a lot to me. I told everyone in my house that it was MINE. That no one is to touch it because it is MINE. And as selfish as that is, I meant every word and syllable. But I don't think that it's awful for me to do especially considering I paid in full for it, and that the last computer anyone other than myself touched...broke down and won't turn back on. Needless to say that I didn't want those same hands on my laptop. When I was still in school, that laptop was attached to my hip. I didn't let go of it or leave it alone without supervision for a minute cause I was always afraid of losing the very thing I worked so hard at getting. However, when I started my new job, I stopped bring it with me cause I thought it was a little pointless. I only got like two 30 min breaks, and it can be heavy to lug around. Not only that, but I get nervous bringing it to Philly because of all the crime and stuff. At first I started hiding it in my room, so that no one would use it. Then I started getting lazy (hell...I have to wake up at 5AM to get to work...I really don't have the mental capacity at that time to even realize where I am let alone where I should hide my laptop.)
With that history out of the way, I came home yesterday from work. No one was here, so I decided to go back on my laptop to browse my mail like I usually do. It was sitting on my bed like I remember leaving it. I wake it up and I realize that my firefox froze, which made me groan a bit, but I closed out and reopened firefox. As usual, my browser came up, and all of the pages I had up previously popped up, which is normal for firefox (or at least mine), so all the last pages I remember having opened were there. However, something different happened this time. Another page opened for firefox. And I was all "wtf o_O?". I go and look at the page that opened up, and realized that there were four tabs opened to four different websites. Websites that I never opened in my entire life. As I read the website titles I realized that not only was someone on my computer, but I knew exactly who had been on my computer.
I WAS AND STILL AM FUCKING PISSED!
It was my sister. I didn't get to confront her about it yesterday cause like I said, she wasn't home. But as soon as I got back from work today I went to talk to her. I didn't yell, I just told her what I saw yesterday. As I spoke, she didn't once acknowledge me. She just smirked, and she didn't even have to say she did it. That smirk was all the confirmation I needed. I went from speaking calmly to firmly asking why she would do that especially without calling me and asking (I would have said no regardless, but I would have at least appreciated that much). I even went on to tell her she has her own computer (one that I helped her buy). There's no reason for her to be on my computer. Not only that, but I never go on her computer. Never. Maybe the only time I was on there was to compare the appearance of an icon on my computer and her computer. And I had to ask for permission before I could even do that. By that point in the conversation, my emotions had already taken over. She wasn't apologizing, she had no explanation. She just continued to act like I wasn't in the room. So then I started yelling, and my mother heard the yelling. And guess who got in trouble?
Me. :D LMAO. She didn't listen to a SINGLE word I said. And just yelled at me. My blood was boiling, so I just went back to my room, slammed the door and screamed "I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE!" and blasted music over her loud and very annoying Spanish. I could still hear her ranting. She said I can leave the house if I want to. To which I am only more than willing to do now.
I'm out people. I can't take this bullshit any longer. I know that I keep saying similar things over and over again, but the circumstances are different now. I don't have to stay here anymore cause my family is perfectly capable of running their own house. I never felt like I belonged in this house anyway, so I've lost any form of attachment here.
I like to think I am not a bad person, and if I am a bad person...I do hope someone other than my family will tell me.
Honestly...don't even bother opening the cut. It's just a bunch of drama. I'll probably watch some of the new episodes of Soul Eater to calm my nerves. I saw a preview featuring Excalibur and I just need to watch...cause he's too awesome for words.
Pfft, and yesterday was an awesome day too. I went for the first time to the Cheesecake Factory. Absolutely amazing food. And the cheesecake...to die for. *drool* It was well worth the money spent. I had leftovers, and there was so much to choose from. I want to try and go back for my birthday. Holy crap, I turn 22 next month...and there's only 1 more day left for July too. Damn. Where did the time go? All well. My only focus at the moment is going to Otakon. XD Next week! I can barely contain myself. *___* And I get paid this week. ♥ August is already looking epic. HELL YEAH!
I was going to add some stuff about Avatar. I loved the ending. It was epic. Even the pairings at the end were alright...even though I think they could have used a lot more attention. I'm glad things ended the way they did though. It seems fitting for where all the characters are now. They're still young, and they have tons of room left for growing. So I'm not worried. However...after hearing about the drama that happened at comic con with the fan/pairing taunting...I don't know if I can hold those guys with such high esteem anymore. While many will claim it funny (and some parts even made me laugh), I just thought of it as a direct stab at the fans. Not cool. Can't people be mature and humble anymore?
*goes to yesstyle to look for clothes*
I had postponed moving until my mother had figured out what was going to happen to the house. It's supposed to be foreclosed soon because of family drama preventing both my mother and father from paying for the house. Out of the kindness of my heart (and sometimes I wish I was just a cold hearted bitch and just moved out the first chance I got), I wanted to help my mother out because she doesn't speak English, and while I wasn't doing everything for her, I helped her make wise decisions about bills hat needed to be paid and how to manage her money without me, so that when the time came when I moved...she'd be able to do it on her own.
I tolerated a few injustices. I channeled my anger, and I even went as far to try and create peace in the house by staying out of everyone's way. I literally go to work, and pretty much stay in my room the rest of the day when I'm at home. I don't really talk to anyone unless they talk to me. It's better this way so that I don't end up getting into arguments with others. Fine.
Last summer, I finally purchased my long awaited laptop. It is my pride and joy because it was the first time I ever did something for myself and was able to earn it on my own 100%. I worked hard for that money. I stayed during my breaks at school slaving for this money. So you can at least understand that the thing means a lot to me. I told everyone in my house that it was MINE. That no one is to touch it because it is MINE. And as selfish as that is, I meant every word and syllable. But I don't think that it's awful for me to do especially considering I paid in full for it, and that the last computer anyone other than myself touched...broke down and won't turn back on. Needless to say that I didn't want those same hands on my laptop. When I was still in school, that laptop was attached to my hip. I didn't let go of it or leave it alone without supervision for a minute cause I was always afraid of losing the very thing I worked so hard at getting. However, when I started my new job, I stopped bring it with me cause I thought it was a little pointless. I only got like two 30 min breaks, and it can be heavy to lug around. Not only that, but I get nervous bringing it to Philly because of all the crime and stuff. At first I started hiding it in my room, so that no one would use it. Then I started getting lazy (hell...I have to wake up at 5AM to get to work...I really don't have the mental capacity at that time to even realize where I am let alone where I should hide my laptop.)
With that history out of the way, I came home yesterday from work. No one was here, so I decided to go back on my laptop to browse my mail like I usually do. It was sitting on my bed like I remember leaving it. I wake it up and I realize that my firefox froze, which made me groan a bit, but I closed out and reopened firefox. As usual, my browser came up, and all of the pages I had up previously popped up, which is normal for firefox (or at least mine), so all the last pages I remember having opened were there. However, something different happened this time. Another page opened for firefox. And I was all "wtf o_O?". I go and look at the page that opened up, and realized that there were four tabs opened to four different websites. Websites that I never opened in my entire life. As I read the website titles I realized that not only was someone on my computer, but I knew exactly who had been on my computer.
I WAS AND STILL AM FUCKING PISSED!
It was my sister. I didn't get to confront her about it yesterday cause like I said, she wasn't home. But as soon as I got back from work today I went to talk to her. I didn't yell, I just told her what I saw yesterday. As I spoke, she didn't once acknowledge me. She just smirked, and she didn't even have to say she did it. That smirk was all the confirmation I needed. I went from speaking calmly to firmly asking why she would do that especially without calling me and asking (I would have said no regardless, but I would have at least appreciated that much). I even went on to tell her she has her own computer (one that I helped her buy). There's no reason for her to be on my computer. Not only that, but I never go on her computer. Never. Maybe the only time I was on there was to compare the appearance of an icon on my computer and her computer. And I had to ask for permission before I could even do that. By that point in the conversation, my emotions had already taken over. She wasn't apologizing, she had no explanation. She just continued to act like I wasn't in the room. So then I started yelling, and my mother heard the yelling. And guess who got in trouble?
Me. :D LMAO. She didn't listen to a SINGLE word I said. And just yelled at me. My blood was boiling, so I just went back to my room, slammed the door and screamed "I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE!" and blasted music over her loud and very annoying Spanish. I could still hear her ranting. She said I can leave the house if I want to. To which I am only more than willing to do now.
I'm out people. I can't take this bullshit any longer. I know that I keep saying similar things over and over again, but the circumstances are different now. I don't have to stay here anymore cause my family is perfectly capable of running their own house. I never felt like I belonged in this house anyway, so I've lost any form of attachment here.
I like to think I am not a bad person, and if I am a bad person...I do hope someone other than my family will tell me.
Honestly...don't even bother opening the cut. It's just a bunch of drama. I'll probably watch some of the new episodes of Soul Eater to calm my nerves. I saw a preview featuring Excalibur and I just need to watch...cause he's too awesome for words.
Pfft, and yesterday was an awesome day too. I went for the first time to the Cheesecake Factory. Absolutely amazing food. And the cheesecake...to die for. *drool* It was well worth the money spent. I had leftovers, and there was so much to choose from. I want to try and go back for my birthday. Holy crap, I turn 22 next month...and there's only 1 more day left for July too. Damn. Where did the time go? All well. My only focus at the moment is going to Otakon. XD Next week! I can barely contain myself. *___* And I get paid this week. ♥ August is already looking epic. HELL YEAH!
I was going to add some stuff about Avatar. I loved the ending. It was epic. Even the pairings at the end were alright...even though I think they could have used a lot more attention. I'm glad things ended the way they did though. It seems fitting for where all the characters are now. They're still young, and they have tons of room left for growing. So I'm not worried. However...after hearing about the drama that happened at comic con with the fan/pairing taunting...I don't know if I can hold those guys with such high esteem anymore. While many will claim it funny (and some parts even made me laugh), I just thought of it as a direct stab at the fans. Not cool. Can't people be mature and humble anymore?
*goes to yesstyle to look for clothes*