Night of Truth
So, I saw the true colours of my grandparents this evening. Manipulative, two-faced, over-dramatic...some would say that's where I get certain traits from, that it runs in the family. But, this update's not about the people who don't like me, for they don't matter much.
My uncle doesn't like me on his computer for specific reasons, and my mum knew the password and gave in to my begging. I ran upstairs and logged on, my grandfather had to butt in and demanded that I get off..."You mother had no right to do that."
After storming downstairs, and a minor stomp session along the carpet, I explained to my mother how pompous my grandfather was being...and my mum understood, picked up the phone "Sharina was on your computer." We heard loud and clear, my grandmother's voice. Great, she had to tell him. I wasn't on but for three seconds to check my email...and he had to be alerted...my mum and I avoid answering the phone as it rings a million times...my uncle calling of course.
This situation got blown out of control, and my mum agrees with me...watch her disagree with me tomorrow...I love living out here, away from the people I love, and not being able to call a soul when I want to take my mind off things...
There's absolutely nothing to do out here, and it turns out my Certificate "copy" my parents thought we had isn't a real copy, but one made for a scrap book. Dammit. All I want to do is get my learner's get a job, save up money for a laptop, and the deposit for an apartment and find a room-mate...is it not too much to ask of fate? I think the love department can be handled on my own...just get me out of here! Please.
Blessed Be,
--Sharina
My uncle doesn't like me on his computer for specific reasons, and my mum knew the password and gave in to my begging. I ran upstairs and logged on, my grandfather had to butt in and demanded that I get off..."You mother had no right to do that."
After storming downstairs, and a minor stomp session along the carpet, I explained to my mother how pompous my grandfather was being...and my mum understood, picked up the phone "Sharina was on your computer." We heard loud and clear, my grandmother's voice. Great, she had to tell him. I wasn't on but for three seconds to check my email...and he had to be alerted...my mum and I avoid answering the phone as it rings a million times...my uncle calling of course.
This situation got blown out of control, and my mum agrees with me...watch her disagree with me tomorrow...I love living out here, away from the people I love, and not being able to call a soul when I want to take my mind off things...
There's absolutely nothing to do out here, and it turns out my Certificate "copy" my parents thought we had isn't a real copy, but one made for a scrap book. Dammit. All I want to do is get my learner's get a job, save up money for a laptop, and the deposit for an apartment and find a room-mate...is it not too much to ask of fate? I think the love department can be handled on my own...just get me out of here! Please.
Blessed Be,
--Sharina