Babysitting, and re-carpeting.
I'm tired, and I'm getting sick. :(
'kay, so a few hours ago I took my stuff out of my room. Gah! Two bookcases that are literally falling apart, a nightstand, and a dresser, all heavy! Did it by myself. Was a bitch. Then peeled the carpet up, that was easy. I thought it'd be all hard. Nope. The carpet was barely hangin on the floor.
I live in such a crappy house! It's relatively new as far as houses go, around 10 years old. There are cracks all over the place! The walls, my floor >.> Things are cut back, like the yard and garage - which saves the dude who commissioned to build this house and subdivision, money (get this, he was found murdered in the desert a few years ago :O - one can only wonder why, hm hm hm).
Man, the crack was bigger than I though, and it wasn't the only crack. Hah. Sadly, it's still wet. That means I'll have to wait awhile, don't know how long, for it to try up before we can fill in the cracks and all. Bugger it all to hell. It also means I don't have a room to sleep in. :( I may have to stay in my sister's room... I really, really don't want to stay with her. Reasons: 1. we're on the outs, 2. her man has slept in there, EWWWWWWW. This royally sucks, seriously.
Now I'm not sure if I'm going to actually get carpet in my room. I mean, it's expensive... and we don't exactly have a lot of cash to go into it. I might have to get some cheap linoleum in there. I suppose that wouldn't be so bad. Those can come in pretty designs/colos, it'd be easy to clean. *shrug*
Hah, my room is totally disjointed from the rest of the house. Totally. This house is colored with whites/tans/pinks (pink?!). A year or two ago I repainted my room. Pale green as a base, then I textured the walls with a rosemary green, and did the trim a grass green. I love it. Definitely doesn't match the rest of the house. ^_^
So, last night. My sister wanted to go out with her girlfriend to a movie, she asked my mom to babysit, who accepted. Whatever. Except... my mom couldn't watch him all night as she had work the next day, and my sister stayed out all night, and half the day. Of course, I ended up watching that fine, fat baby the whole time after my mom went to bed. Fuck, man. Nobody asked me if I'd babysit! I don't want to.
Sister came home a few minutes ago, and I asked where she'd been this whole time. She took offense to it. Okay, so I was a little bitchy about it, but can you blame me? I was holding back (per usual), had I really gotten into I could have shouted at her... That would be nice. I must say, I feel she deserves it, what with, going out every single day, ditchin her baby with us (half the time not even asking for anyone to babysit). Girl pisses me off.
She said mom knew she was going to be out all night. Hmm. Okay. Well, I really hope mom didn't know. Because if she did that'd mean mom kinda lied to me, kinda dropped me here. Ouch, that would be so cold. =/ Damn, but, my sister really needs to grow up.
Oh, god. I almost forgot. The day before yesterday. Sister had gone out around 10 PM to run to the gas station for a cup of coffee. She didn't come back for hours, and I'd assumed she was doing her amazing disappearing trick. But, alas, no. Holy fuck, believe it or not, she was held hostage by some guy. O_O
That's right. She came home crying at four int he morning. =/ When she was at the gas station some guy, who I guess was her friend - and earlier that day he'd helped her fix her car up a bit - asked for a ride to his house. She took him, and somewhere along the lines, he pushed on the couch, put her arms around her back, and sat on her. For hours. What the fuck?! What the fuck? Come on. The fuck is his problem? Apparently earlier that day he'd beat some guys up - really bad - and the cops were there at his house questioning him, and my sister. Those cops knew she was there against her will, and they did nothing. Good god. Welcome to Utah, where no one is protected. Complete bullshit. Pretty fucking scary. My sis said he didn't have a gun or other weapon, but still. Big guy, pretty rough. He could have done any matter of bad things. Thank god he didn't! =/
And... that's the end of it. The cops said they'd call my sister if they catch him, and that's it. Hmph. She made me promise not to tell our mother. Why? Because mom would rag on her about not staying around those people (her friends, who most are trashy people, always into trouble), it'd stress mummy dearest out (she definitely has enough stress as it is), and all that. I can't really blame my sister for not wanting to tell mom... but a part me does want to tell her. I mean, trust, you know.
About this money issue we have too. I really need a job, I want one. But... I've never really had one. I've worked at a motel a few times, but mainly I've just babysat. =/ The hardest part would be telling my mom. I know that's just stupid, but I have the hardest time telling people things. I've tried to, for the past several weeks, but to no avail. I am uncourageous, unconfident wimp. :( Shoot me, please.
Eek! The other day - before pretty much everything else said above - my mom and her husband were talking about moving... to my family, who live many miles away. O_O Crazy talk. This issue has been discussed before. I know my mom yearns for it, she's really homesick, or should I say familysick? She misses them terribly. I do, as well, as do my sisters, I'm sure. My grandma hasn't been doing so well... :(
It would be so awesome to see them again, let alone move by them. Wow, I mean, we only get to see them a few times a year, and not for very long at that. I haven't really bonded to them, got to know them very well. It'd be nice to, very nice...
The only drawback there'd be to moving is they live in a horrible place!! Utah is seriously not my ideal place to live, I hate it here. It's just so... oppressive to me. The town I live in is decent, but the one they live in is ten times bad. *sigh*
'kay, so a few hours ago I took my stuff out of my room. Gah! Two bookcases that are literally falling apart, a nightstand, and a dresser, all heavy! Did it by myself. Was a bitch. Then peeled the carpet up, that was easy. I thought it'd be all hard. Nope. The carpet was barely hangin on the floor.
I live in such a crappy house! It's relatively new as far as houses go, around 10 years old. There are cracks all over the place! The walls, my floor >.> Things are cut back, like the yard and garage - which saves the dude who commissioned to build this house and subdivision, money (get this, he was found murdered in the desert a few years ago :O - one can only wonder why, hm hm hm).
Man, the crack was bigger than I though, and it wasn't the only crack. Hah. Sadly, it's still wet. That means I'll have to wait awhile, don't know how long, for it to try up before we can fill in the cracks and all. Bugger it all to hell. It also means I don't have a room to sleep in. :( I may have to stay in my sister's room... I really, really don't want to stay with her. Reasons: 1. we're on the outs, 2. her man has slept in there, EWWWWWWW. This royally sucks, seriously.
Now I'm not sure if I'm going to actually get carpet in my room. I mean, it's expensive... and we don't exactly have a lot of cash to go into it. I might have to get some cheap linoleum in there. I suppose that wouldn't be so bad. Those can come in pretty designs/colos, it'd be easy to clean. *shrug*
Hah, my room is totally disjointed from the rest of the house. Totally. This house is colored with whites/tans/pinks (pink?!). A year or two ago I repainted my room. Pale green as a base, then I textured the walls with a rosemary green, and did the trim a grass green. I love it. Definitely doesn't match the rest of the house. ^_^
So, last night. My sister wanted to go out with her girlfriend to a movie, she asked my mom to babysit, who accepted. Whatever. Except... my mom couldn't watch him all night as she had work the next day, and my sister stayed out all night, and half the day. Of course, I ended up watching that fine, fat baby the whole time after my mom went to bed. Fuck, man. Nobody asked me if I'd babysit! I don't want to.
Sister came home a few minutes ago, and I asked where she'd been this whole time. She took offense to it. Okay, so I was a little bitchy about it, but can you blame me? I was holding back (per usual), had I really gotten into I could have shouted at her... That would be nice. I must say, I feel she deserves it, what with, going out every single day, ditchin her baby with us (half the time not even asking for anyone to babysit). Girl pisses me off.
She said mom knew she was going to be out all night. Hmm. Okay. Well, I really hope mom didn't know. Because if she did that'd mean mom kinda lied to me, kinda dropped me here. Ouch, that would be so cold. =/ Damn, but, my sister really needs to grow up.
Oh, god. I almost forgot. The day before yesterday. Sister had gone out around 10 PM to run to the gas station for a cup of coffee. She didn't come back for hours, and I'd assumed she was doing her amazing disappearing trick. But, alas, no. Holy fuck, believe it or not, she was held hostage by some guy. O_O
That's right. She came home crying at four int he morning. =/ When she was at the gas station some guy, who I guess was her friend - and earlier that day he'd helped her fix her car up a bit - asked for a ride to his house. She took him, and somewhere along the lines, he pushed on the couch, put her arms around her back, and sat on her. For hours. What the fuck?! What the fuck? Come on. The fuck is his problem? Apparently earlier that day he'd beat some guys up - really bad - and the cops were there at his house questioning him, and my sister. Those cops knew she was there against her will, and they did nothing. Good god. Welcome to Utah, where no one is protected. Complete bullshit. Pretty fucking scary. My sis said he didn't have a gun or other weapon, but still. Big guy, pretty rough. He could have done any matter of bad things. Thank god he didn't! =/
And... that's the end of it. The cops said they'd call my sister if they catch him, and that's it. Hmph. She made me promise not to tell our mother. Why? Because mom would rag on her about not staying around those people (her friends, who most are trashy people, always into trouble), it'd stress mummy dearest out (she definitely has enough stress as it is), and all that. I can't really blame my sister for not wanting to tell mom... but a part me does want to tell her. I mean, trust, you know.
About this money issue we have too. I really need a job, I want one. But... I've never really had one. I've worked at a motel a few times, but mainly I've just babysat. =/ The hardest part would be telling my mom. I know that's just stupid, but I have the hardest time telling people things. I've tried to, for the past several weeks, but to no avail. I am uncourageous, unconfident wimp. :( Shoot me, please.
Eek! The other day - before pretty much everything else said above - my mom and her husband were talking about moving... to my family, who live many miles away. O_O Crazy talk. This issue has been discussed before. I know my mom yearns for it, she's really homesick, or should I say familysick? She misses them terribly. I do, as well, as do my sisters, I'm sure. My grandma hasn't been doing so well... :(
It would be so awesome to see them again, let alone move by them. Wow, I mean, we only get to see them a few times a year, and not for very long at that. I haven't really bonded to them, got to know them very well. It'd be nice to, very nice...
The only drawback there'd be to moving is they live in a horrible place!! Utah is seriously not my ideal place to live, I hate it here. It's just so... oppressive to me. The town I live in is decent, but the one they live in is ten times bad. *sigh*