two faces to a clown; right side up and up side down
Why is everyone so intent on making me scream? First, my mother called twice yesterday to give me a guilt trip about not being able to see her (nevermind the fact I don't want to) when I go to Ohio and stay with Tegan. My reasoning? It's to out of the way for most of the plans and the last time I did see her she got drunk and I had to call the hospital. She also slept most of the time she was with us, and the other few she started arguments by trying to lay her rules down over my fathers. When I told her all of this she went "Well, obviously." That doesn't even begin to describe it, actually. When she said she was hurt about me not seeing her because of something "more important than your mother, who carried you in her womb for nine months" I responded "I've dealt with that kind of hurt for five years, except for it was an alcohol bottle thatwas more important. Not a best friend who I haven't been able to see in years mainly because of the alcholic." Then she got mad at me for not responding to messages that were left for me that I didn't even get.
I fucking deserve a medal for putting up with all her crap. Especially now, when I'm exhausted because of a cold and don't have a chance to sleep. I can't catch up on my sleep during the day because of babysitting and other crap, and at night I'm an insomniac.
Jack's birthday's today. He's twelve now! Yay! I'm really happy for him. Bought him a DVD with my lack of money and planned on spending time with him on Friday for his party. Except now my dad's making Emma (my younger sister) and I go camping. With Melanie's church. A Baptist church. I'm Catholic. Plus, I'm sick. I haven't been at my own house for two weekends already, a third one right before my trip to Ohio will be to much. I don't have the energy to go camping. I barely have the energy to stay awake. When I talked to my dad about it he went "Well, Melanie was really excited about going... you can go and tell her yourself and see how she feels."
Oh, yes, both of my parents are guilting me into things I don't want to do. Actually, camping sounds fun, because Heather, Melanie, Deja, and a few others from the church are great to be with. Camping when I'm sick is not fun. At all. No matter what the hell anyone says.
I sneeze every two minutes or so, cough my lungs out, can't eat much because then I can't breathe, am barely awake and... I can't write a good rant about how exhausted I am to save my life because now I really am exhausted.
Huaam. I dislike it a lot. I need sleep before we go out for dinner tonight. Maybe I'll catch a nap around two or so.
... Yeah, right. Danny is, once again, being his usual selective hearing self.
"Wait, you said no television? I thought you meant no Gamecube 'cause you said no television when I was playing it..."
"Right, Danny. I'm not stupid. Turn it off and go to Emma's room for ten minutes. Don't give me that attitude, young man!"
I'm about to pass out.
I fucking deserve a medal for putting up with all her crap. Especially now, when I'm exhausted because of a cold and don't have a chance to sleep. I can't catch up on my sleep during the day because of babysitting and other crap, and at night I'm an insomniac.
Jack's birthday's today. He's twelve now! Yay! I'm really happy for him. Bought him a DVD with my lack of money and planned on spending time with him on Friday for his party. Except now my dad's making Emma (my younger sister) and I go camping. With Melanie's church. A Baptist church. I'm Catholic. Plus, I'm sick. I haven't been at my own house for two weekends already, a third one right before my trip to Ohio will be to much. I don't have the energy to go camping. I barely have the energy to stay awake. When I talked to my dad about it he went "Well, Melanie was really excited about going... you can go and tell her yourself and see how she feels."
Oh, yes, both of my parents are guilting me into things I don't want to do. Actually, camping sounds fun, because Heather, Melanie, Deja, and a few others from the church are great to be with. Camping when I'm sick is not fun. At all. No matter what the hell anyone says.
I sneeze every two minutes or so, cough my lungs out, can't eat much because then I can't breathe, am barely awake and... I can't write a good rant about how exhausted I am to save my life because now I really am exhausted.
Huaam. I dislike it a lot. I need sleep before we go out for dinner tonight. Maybe I'll catch a nap around two or so.
... Yeah, right. Danny is, once again, being his usual selective hearing self.
"Wait, you said no television? I thought you meant no Gamecube 'cause you said no television when I was playing it..."
"Right, Danny. I'm not stupid. Turn it off and go to Emma's room for ten minutes. Don't give me that attitude, young man!"
I'm about to pass out.