Horribality
Okay, so I'm ending my internet break a day early because I can't take it anymore. But still, just as I predicted, my weekend is really bad.
Friday: After I made the post that morning, I did nothing but sleep all day after coming off a really frustrating night of work. My head was all achy and eyes were literally bloodshot. I really felt like I wanted to take a shotgun and shoot somebody. Slept for a good 5 hours because I can never get a good 8 hours anymore, got up and watched Full Metal Jacket on Cinemax (this will prove to be a bad decision later). Around 21:00 after WWE SmackDown went off the air, I started to fall back asleep, and before I knew it, my idiot step-mom plagues my door starts to beg me for a "half pint" of Crown Royal (take notice...a "half pint"). So I get up, put some pants on, and head over to Shop 'n' Save to get it for them, then I stopped at GameStop to buy the game "Black" (a first-person shooter) for my PS2 (this came in handy later that night). When I get back and give it to her, she told me then that she wanted a pint instead of a half-pint. I know I heard a half-pint coming out of her mouth, but she insists it was a pint. I could tell she was drunk off something when she gave me her damn card. I kept repeatedly telling her it was a half-pint she said, then she told me not to worry about it and I went upstairs to my room, literally spewing out phrases from Full Metal Jacket while I was playing Black. Needless to say I was literally in an R. Lee Ermey-Drill-Sergeant-From-Hell mood (and if anyone has seen FMJ before, you know what and who I'm talking about) right up until I went back to sleep on and off.
Saturday: Started off badly as well. At 08:45, my dad's remodeler, Mike Karas, came to start remodeling the bedroom. The loud banging on the door woke me up, and it's no fact that an overnighter is nowhere near a morning person. Half asleep, I literally went downstairs, pretending I had a gun in my hand (ready to shoot), and went to the front door to see who it was just as dad and Pat got up. When I saw it was Mike, I told dad it who it was and let him open the door because I was still tired. An hour later, I was still nowhere near up when my step-mom calls up to my room while talking to Mike about ripping the carpet from the stairs that lead upstairs. She told me what was going to be done and told me to come downstairs. I decided to put some clothes on instead of going down there in sleeping attire. And as soon as I get down there, what's the first thing my step-mom do? She gives me her card. And I ask, "what's this for?" I don't think I should say what came out of her mouth next. So needless to say, I was pissed, again. No, scratch that. I was super pissed. So pissed in fact that after I decided I needed to get as far away from St. Louis as I could possibly get for one day (see next post for Road Trippin'). I'm just, like, waking up, I haven't had a chance to get into the shower yet, the remodelers are here at 08:45 in the bloody morning, and the first thing she thinks about is a bottle of fucking Crown Royal? *R. Lee Ermey-Evil-Drill-Sergeant-From-Hell mode on at this point*
I'm okay right now, but I still have the R. Lee Ermey-Evil-Drill-Sergeant-From-Hell mode on the "on" switch just in case I hear the word "Crown Royal" come from either one of their mouths later today (and believe me, I know I will). All I need now is the shotgun.
And lastly, darkwingpsycho, I'm glad you like the gift I sent you, and I'm also glad your birthday went so well. Happy Birthday to you again!
Friday: After I made the post that morning, I did nothing but sleep all day after coming off a really frustrating night of work. My head was all achy and eyes were literally bloodshot. I really felt like I wanted to take a shotgun and shoot somebody. Slept for a good 5 hours because I can never get a good 8 hours anymore, got up and watched Full Metal Jacket on Cinemax (this will prove to be a bad decision later). Around 21:00 after WWE SmackDown went off the air, I started to fall back asleep, and before I knew it, my idiot step-mom plagues my door starts to beg me for a "half pint" of Crown Royal (take notice...a "half pint"). So I get up, put some pants on, and head over to Shop 'n' Save to get it for them, then I stopped at GameStop to buy the game "Black" (a first-person shooter) for my PS2 (this came in handy later that night). When I get back and give it to her, she told me then that she wanted a pint instead of a half-pint. I know I heard a half-pint coming out of her mouth, but she insists it was a pint. I could tell she was drunk off something when she gave me her damn card. I kept repeatedly telling her it was a half-pint she said, then she told me not to worry about it and I went upstairs to my room, literally spewing out phrases from Full Metal Jacket while I was playing Black. Needless to say I was literally in an R. Lee Ermey-Drill-Sergeant-From-Hell mood (and if anyone has seen FMJ before, you know what and who I'm talking about) right up until I went back to sleep on and off.
Saturday: Started off badly as well. At 08:45, my dad's remodeler, Mike Karas, came to start remodeling the bedroom. The loud banging on the door woke me up, and it's no fact that an overnighter is nowhere near a morning person. Half asleep, I literally went downstairs, pretending I had a gun in my hand (ready to shoot), and went to the front door to see who it was just as dad and Pat got up. When I saw it was Mike, I told dad it who it was and let him open the door because I was still tired. An hour later, I was still nowhere near up when my step-mom calls up to my room while talking to Mike about ripping the carpet from the stairs that lead upstairs. She told me what was going to be done and told me to come downstairs. I decided to put some clothes on instead of going down there in sleeping attire. And as soon as I get down there, what's the first thing my step-mom do? She gives me her card. And I ask, "what's this for?" I don't think I should say what came out of her mouth next. So needless to say, I was pissed, again. No, scratch that. I was super pissed. So pissed in fact that after I decided I needed to get as far away from St. Louis as I could possibly get for one day (see next post for Road Trippin'). I'm just, like, waking up, I haven't had a chance to get into the shower yet, the remodelers are here at 08:45 in the bloody morning, and the first thing she thinks about is a bottle of fucking Crown Royal? *R. Lee Ermey-Evil-Drill-Sergeant-From-Hell mode on at this point*
I'm okay right now, but I still have the R. Lee Ermey-Evil-Drill-Sergeant-From-Hell mode on the "on" switch just in case I hear the word "Crown Royal" come from either one of their mouths later today (and believe me, I know I will). All I need now is the shotgun.
And lastly, darkwingpsycho, I'm glad you like the gift I sent you, and I'm also glad your birthday went so well. Happy Birthday to you again!