I don't update enough
Man... "Fun" weekend...
K, I got up at 5:30 in the morning, went to work 'til 11:00, came home, and barely had time for lunch. but that was only the beginning.
We had to leave for Melville, My Grandpa's 75th and my Grandma's 65th birthday's (which are really close to eachother) were being celebrated yesterday. Since I didn't get much sleep, I tried to sleep in the Van on the way there: with no avail.
When we finally got to melville, I was instructed to help unload DJ stuff. Meh, whatever. But, in carrying in one of the speakers, I hit my hand on a door handle. At first, i didn't really think of it, but once I took off my mitts I find this gash in my middle knuckle. It's not wide or anything, but it's deep, and it hurts like a bitch... Then, when we got to gramma's and grampa's, I got a yelling attack from mom because apparantly I forgot my "dressclothes." Sorry, I didn't know their was a note or anything, and when dad said "Got all your clothes", he didn't really ask what they were! I thought it'd be casual like and whatnot!!! Eff... I learnt, soon after, that she was just taking her frustrations out on me, she was having trouble with family issues... Thanks.
The actual birthday party itself wasn't so bad, at first. Then my Dad brilliantly decided to make me the DJ for an hour, and then'cleverly' came up half-way through to say "Stephen, you're losing the crowd!" Fucking smoker... If you weren't puffing up, I wouldn't be there, and your precious ~crowd~ would be find, and alot of shit could've been acoided! Bottomline - I give up on DJing...
Anyway, I left early, cause I was so tired from a long day. Went to sleep on the couch at Gramma's and Grampa's, only to be kicked out by a bunch of drunken idiots at two in the morning. I move to the room my sister's sleeping in, and take the floor because apparantly she "Tosses and turns in bed alot." Johanna: Just say no next time. You'll get the same result from me, but you won't hafta make up some excuse... The bed was pretty big!
Anyway, then the drunks move downstairs, and crank the music, and Johanna gets worried that mom and dad won't get to sleep, and she won't get to Soccer today, and starts crying. At first I wanted to yell "SHUTUP" to everything.. but that'd be extremely mean, rude, and assholic. I tried talking to her, saying it'll be ok, and telling her how irrational she was being, don't worry, just try to sleep, etc. Not working. Eventually, the music bugs me so much that I get out of the room, ask someone to tell the people downstairs to turn it down, explain to them how bad Johanna's feeling, and they do. It apparantly didn't really work though, cause it didn't seem quieter to me, despite what everyone else says... Did anyone thank me? I didn't want to move, I wanted to yell, but I got up, explained the situation, came back, and didn't even get a lousy thank you... Man. Figures.
And now, I feel like a little kid. I'm not drunk, I'm trying to get to sleep, I was playing with balloons at the party (heaven forbid!), and for god sakes, my cousin who has a KID is Drinking up out there! And I feel like I'm not being "normal". <- I HATE that, when you're not being "normal", and people shun you, or just put you down... etc.
Anyway, I'm done. Finally home, and getting as much sleep as possible tonight. And the weekend wasn't TOTALLY bad I guess... I wrote another set of song lyrics (working on the tune. Possibly blues), I learnt that I'm working 16 hours next week (good thing), and I had fun balloon fight with all the other kids and whatnot at the party. Lexi (cousin's daughter) is very abusive. :D She'd hit me with a balloon, I'd fake that I'm dead and fall down, and then she'd laugh. It's cute though. :)
Anyway, I've updated. Later
*edit* I keep forgetting to put a stinking avatar picture... Well, It's got one now.
PS: Go to www.fictionpress.com/~falko I actually wrote a DECENT song for once! (With music an' everything! :D Yay!!!)
K, I got up at 5:30 in the morning, went to work 'til 11:00, came home, and barely had time for lunch. but that was only the beginning.
We had to leave for Melville, My Grandpa's 75th and my Grandma's 65th birthday's (which are really close to eachother) were being celebrated yesterday. Since I didn't get much sleep, I tried to sleep in the Van on the way there: with no avail.
When we finally got to melville, I was instructed to help unload DJ stuff. Meh, whatever. But, in carrying in one of the speakers, I hit my hand on a door handle. At first, i didn't really think of it, but once I took off my mitts I find this gash in my middle knuckle. It's not wide or anything, but it's deep, and it hurts like a bitch... Then, when we got to gramma's and grampa's, I got a yelling attack from mom because apparantly I forgot my "dressclothes." Sorry, I didn't know their was a note or anything, and when dad said "Got all your clothes", he didn't really ask what they were! I thought it'd be casual like and whatnot!!! Eff... I learnt, soon after, that she was just taking her frustrations out on me, she was having trouble with family issues... Thanks.
The actual birthday party itself wasn't so bad, at first. Then my Dad brilliantly decided to make me the DJ for an hour, and then'cleverly' came up half-way through to say "Stephen, you're losing the crowd!" Fucking smoker... If you weren't puffing up, I wouldn't be there, and your precious ~crowd~ would be find, and alot of shit could've been acoided! Bottomline - I give up on DJing...
Anyway, I left early, cause I was so tired from a long day. Went to sleep on the couch at Gramma's and Grampa's, only to be kicked out by a bunch of drunken idiots at two in the morning. I move to the room my sister's sleeping in, and take the floor because apparantly she "Tosses and turns in bed alot." Johanna: Just say no next time. You'll get the same result from me, but you won't hafta make up some excuse... The bed was pretty big!
Anyway, then the drunks move downstairs, and crank the music, and Johanna gets worried that mom and dad won't get to sleep, and she won't get to Soccer today, and starts crying. At first I wanted to yell "SHUTUP" to everything.. but that'd be extremely mean, rude, and assholic. I tried talking to her, saying it'll be ok, and telling her how irrational she was being, don't worry, just try to sleep, etc. Not working. Eventually, the music bugs me so much that I get out of the room, ask someone to tell the people downstairs to turn it down, explain to them how bad Johanna's feeling, and they do. It apparantly didn't really work though, cause it didn't seem quieter to me, despite what everyone else says... Did anyone thank me? I didn't want to move, I wanted to yell, but I got up, explained the situation, came back, and didn't even get a lousy thank you... Man. Figures.
And now, I feel like a little kid. I'm not drunk, I'm trying to get to sleep, I was playing with balloons at the party (heaven forbid!), and for god sakes, my cousin who has a KID is Drinking up out there! And I feel like I'm not being "normal". <- I HATE that, when you're not being "normal", and people shun you, or just put you down... etc.
Anyway, I'm done. Finally home, and getting as much sleep as possible tonight. And the weekend wasn't TOTALLY bad I guess... I wrote another set of song lyrics (working on the tune. Possibly blues), I learnt that I'm working 16 hours next week (good thing), and I had fun balloon fight with all the other kids and whatnot at the party. Lexi (cousin's daughter) is very abusive. :D She'd hit me with a balloon, I'd fake that I'm dead and fall down, and then she'd laugh. It's cute though. :)
Anyway, I've updated. Later
*edit* I keep forgetting to put a stinking avatar picture... Well, It's got one now.
PS: Go to www.fictionpress.com/~falko I actually wrote a DECENT song for once! (With music an' everything! :D Yay!!!)