MADNESS...pUrE LUnaCy bahahahahahaha
Wow, tonight so far as been the most bunk, of any in recent memory. I was all hyped for having the party of the break, and getting sloshed and doing something completely rad and stupendously stupid, but what happens when I announce my plans to my aunt. well to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. Hmmmmm, I'll try and break it down, it started out with "you're so inconsiderate, I have to work in the morning"
"why cant you just go home?"
"because you need to grow up"
"what?"
"you need to grow up, you only ever think about yourself."
and I mean really what does that have to do with her not staying here...Now, some of you are probably wonderingwhy shes here in the first place. here 'goes, so her and my uncle are having a house built, so they're staying at my grandparents until its finished and with my mom gone away she wanted to give them a break and a place to stay, and they were supposed to watch the dog....okay so anyways somehow that conversation led to her breaking down crying and telling me that I didnt realize what I'd done. well she was right, I still dont realize what I did. but yeah, I was raging about non-partiness and hit up a soothing shower only to have it interrupted by obnoxious banging on the bathroom door. so I open it up and theres my grandpa looking like somebody just castrated him, tossed him in a vat of acid, pissed on his grave and then diddled my grandma. his great conversation opener was, "what the hell's wrong with you, you demented fuck?!" now I mean really, I might of said some mean things to my aunt, but nothing calling for that...he then proceeded to tell me that if I had a party he was going to call the cops and have us all thrown out...then somehow he got on the subject of my future and spent the next hour and a half telling me how I was good for nothing, nobody could ever care about me, and I was going to die cold and alone as a heroin addicted hobo whod spent his life in and out of jail. now I mean I'm no saint, but a heroin addicted hobo...I dont think I'll ever sink that low (its been decided that if I'm ever homeless I'm going on a walking trip to some crap-hole country with maybe a hundred bucks in my pocket and I'll buy a big ass house and have servants and start a dictatorship)...ah my delusions of grandeur...but I'm rambling waaaaaay too much, heading to stabbings, hopefully tonight wont be a total waste...hoping a melissa/alcohol mixture can fix my problems...but yeah...that is all
"why cant you just go home?"
"because you need to grow up"
"what?"
"you need to grow up, you only ever think about yourself."
and I mean really what does that have to do with her not staying here...Now, some of you are probably wonderingwhy shes here in the first place. here 'goes, so her and my uncle are having a house built, so they're staying at my grandparents until its finished and with my mom gone away she wanted to give them a break and a place to stay, and they were supposed to watch the dog....okay so anyways somehow that conversation led to her breaking down crying and telling me that I didnt realize what I'd done. well she was right, I still dont realize what I did. but yeah, I was raging about non-partiness and hit up a soothing shower only to have it interrupted by obnoxious banging on the bathroom door. so I open it up and theres my grandpa looking like somebody just castrated him, tossed him in a vat of acid, pissed on his grave and then diddled my grandma. his great conversation opener was, "what the hell's wrong with you, you demented fuck?!" now I mean really, I might of said some mean things to my aunt, but nothing calling for that...he then proceeded to tell me that if I had a party he was going to call the cops and have us all thrown out...then somehow he got on the subject of my future and spent the next hour and a half telling me how I was good for nothing, nobody could ever care about me, and I was going to die cold and alone as a heroin addicted hobo whod spent his life in and out of jail. now I mean I'm no saint, but a heroin addicted hobo...I dont think I'll ever sink that low (its been decided that if I'm ever homeless I'm going on a walking trip to some crap-hole country with maybe a hundred bucks in my pocket and I'll buy a big ass house and have servants and start a dictatorship)...ah my delusions of grandeur...but I'm rambling waaaaaay too much, heading to stabbings, hopefully tonight wont be a total waste...hoping a melissa/alcohol mixture can fix my problems...but yeah...that is all