& so i'll run, but not too far
I made a voice post because our internet was down all fucking day but now it's up and I'd rather have an entry anyway, so.
→ Sister's grad party yesterday. It was a drag. Got no sleep the night before and didn't want to go anyway. I did get $300 for doing her video though. I could definitely get used to editing for money.
→ Randy came at the tail end of it because he had his grandma's birthday too. He showed up with a card for her and he totally didn't have to - I thought it was so sweet. We died because he scribbled out what the card company wrote and put "You graduated high school, BFD". LOLLL my sister said it was her favorite card she got. He came over and we watched Orange County and then played Nintendo. Then there was a bunch of fucking drama with me and him and my crybaby of a sister, which I will bitch about in the following cut. I will also have a bit of Randy!flail in a separate cut, or perhaps a new entry under my dating filter. Neither of these things are your obligation, lol.
→ Slept so fucking much today. My mom and sister went to her orientation for Uni so I was by myself and sleeping. My phone rang, it was my dad, and I didn't answer because I figured that he couldn't possibly need anything that warranted my getting up over. But then he called again later so I answered it and felt like a huge bitch because he wanted to take me out to lunch, that's why he was calling. So he did, we went and got these massive bacon cheeseburgers on this fun restaurant right on the lake, we ate outside and people kept pulling up in their boats with bags of fish, I died. I'm proud of him, I think he's starting to get on his feet. He's working and giving my mom child support and throwing me and my sister parties and I don't know, it's nice to see him happy. And I really love him, at the grad party I told him I was officially dating that DJ he'd met and that I had issues getting into it and he asked why. I told him I didn't want the label at first and he said, "So don't!" He's sad FOR me that I'll be turning 21 and that I won't be single. Maybe I will be, idk, but he was just really advocating my freedom if I wanted it and for how much people say I'm like my mother in looks and not-putting-up-with-bullshit, I'm a lot like my father, too. He looks like a piece of shit on paper but he really is a fantastic person, and there actually is a lot in his attitude and outlook on life that I really admire and take after.
→ Watched 28 Days (it was so interesting seeing her in a role like this), Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (kind of disappointed, not what I was expecting but I still cried a little, I almost woke my mother up to tell her how much I loved her. also, Ashley Judd was fucking amazing), and The Net (scared me shitless. scared me more than most horror films. seriously) and I continue to love the shit out of Sandra right now.
As promised, bitching.
Okay, so. Let me paint the picture. Randy and I have slid one couch up to the TV so the Nintendo cords can reach us. My sister is sitting on the other couch like 5 feet behind us. So we're playing, and she's on her computer. And seriously, let me be honest, I want her to get the fuck out so we can have some alone time. But I don't say anything. Because I realize I don't own the living room, and I realize it's my fault that we can't be in my room right now because I'm the one who's not cleaning it. So I keep my mouth shut. But then HER fucking boyfriend calls, and she sits, on the phone with him, loud as fuck and crying because ~not enough of her friends came to her graduation party~. Angela, I fucking told you they weren't all going to come. Just because ~133 people RSVP'd on Facebook~ doesn't mean they were all going to come. No, but she got all cocky on me and "I have a lot of friends, you have to realize this, Alyssa" and so I'm sorry, I can't fucking feel any sympathy for you because you conceitedly think you're more popular than you actually are, and I tried to warn you of this. I mean, fuck, I think I had more friends come to mine and I was HARDLY as social as she was in high school. It's just that I have true friends and she doesn't. And I can't have sympathy for that, either! I try and tell her to tell Stephanie (the Regina George of their high school) to go fuck herself and stop walking all over her but no, she ALLOWS it, she cares way too much about how she's seen and perceived, which is a whole other rant entirely.
But point is, she's in the living room, on her computer AND on the phone, there is NO reason she can't be in her room right now doing those things. So I politely tell her that if she's just going to be loud on the phone, can she please go downstairs. "WHY?! THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE, BLAH BLAH" and I was like, "BECAUSE THERE'S NO REASON YOU NEED TO BE UP HERE AND I WANT TO FUCKING MAKE OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND, I LET YOU AND KEVIN DO SHIT DOWN HERE ALL THE TIME." Finally the little bitch storms off and Randy and I didn't even do anything right away, we finished our Nintendo shit first. And then, yeah, okay, we start getting into things and my phone goes off - a text from my mother: "You don't own the living room. If you want to make out with your boyfriend, you can leave." UM. klsdfkljsa. So obviously my sister called my mom and bitched about it. Whatever, fuck it. I ignored it and got back on him.
THEN! We're half naked and hear a fucking knock on the door. "You've got to be kidding me." At like, I don't know, 1? I don't even know what time it was but it was insane. It's HER fucking boyfriend. Because she was having a fucking crisis of epic proportions upon realizing something I have been trying to TELL HER for months now. You have piece of shit friends. Ditch them. She thinks she's friends with the "popular" girls and anyone here who went to high school knows that they're the most back-stabbing, fake, selfish people IN the crowd. And they walk all over her because she is SUCH a people pleaser and has no fucking spine at all. And those are the only ones she has. Which is stupid. When I was in high school, I had three different distinct groups of friends. It was perfect for me, I was to the point where I was close enough that they'd all invite me to their shit but not cemented in enough to the point where they'd expect or demand me to be there. So I could always say no and they wouldn't freak out or bat an eyelash, I always had choices and when one group pissed me off I always had other people to go to and seriously, that saves friendships. That space. /tangent. But seriously, she brought it on herself. So it pisses me off in gen but it pisses me off even more when it interferes with my sex life. LOL she was bawling and Randy goes, "God, no WONDER 'cry moar' is a key component in your vocabulary." LMAO LMAO SKDFHLASF.
GOD I have been waiting to rant about that all day. I feel so much better now.
→ Sister's grad party yesterday. It was a drag. Got no sleep the night before and didn't want to go anyway. I did get $300 for doing her video though. I could definitely get used to editing for money.
→ Randy came at the tail end of it because he had his grandma's birthday too. He showed up with a card for her and he totally didn't have to - I thought it was so sweet. We died because he scribbled out what the card company wrote and put "You graduated high school, BFD". LOLLL my sister said it was her favorite card she got. He came over and we watched Orange County and then played Nintendo. Then there was a bunch of fucking drama with me and him and my crybaby of a sister, which I will bitch about in the following cut. I will also have a bit of Randy!flail in a separate cut, or perhaps a new entry under my dating filter. Neither of these things are your obligation, lol.
→ Slept so fucking much today. My mom and sister went to her orientation for Uni so I was by myself and sleeping. My phone rang, it was my dad, and I didn't answer because I figured that he couldn't possibly need anything that warranted my getting up over. But then he called again later so I answered it and felt like a huge bitch because he wanted to take me out to lunch, that's why he was calling. So he did, we went and got these massive bacon cheeseburgers on this fun restaurant right on the lake, we ate outside and people kept pulling up in their boats with bags of fish, I died. I'm proud of him, I think he's starting to get on his feet. He's working and giving my mom child support and throwing me and my sister parties and I don't know, it's nice to see him happy. And I really love him, at the grad party I told him I was officially dating that DJ he'd met and that I had issues getting into it and he asked why. I told him I didn't want the label at first and he said, "So don't!" He's sad FOR me that I'll be turning 21 and that I won't be single. Maybe I will be, idk, but he was just really advocating my freedom if I wanted it and for how much people say I'm like my mother in looks and not-putting-up-with-bullshit, I'm a lot like my father, too. He looks like a piece of shit on paper but he really is a fantastic person, and there actually is a lot in his attitude and outlook on life that I really admire and take after.
→ Watched 28 Days (it was so interesting seeing her in a role like this), Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (kind of disappointed, not what I was expecting but I still cried a little, I almost woke my mother up to tell her how much I loved her. also, Ashley Judd was fucking amazing), and The Net (scared me shitless. scared me more than most horror films. seriously) and I continue to love the shit out of Sandra right now.
As promised, bitching.
Okay, so. Let me paint the picture. Randy and I have slid one couch up to the TV so the Nintendo cords can reach us. My sister is sitting on the other couch like 5 feet behind us. So we're playing, and she's on her computer. And seriously, let me be honest, I want her to get the fuck out so we can have some alone time. But I don't say anything. Because I realize I don't own the living room, and I realize it's my fault that we can't be in my room right now because I'm the one who's not cleaning it. So I keep my mouth shut. But then HER fucking boyfriend calls, and she sits, on the phone with him, loud as fuck and crying because ~not enough of her friends came to her graduation party~. Angela, I fucking told you they weren't all going to come. Just because ~133 people RSVP'd on Facebook~ doesn't mean they were all going to come. No, but she got all cocky on me and "I have a lot of friends, you have to realize this, Alyssa" and so I'm sorry, I can't fucking feel any sympathy for you because you conceitedly think you're more popular than you actually are, and I tried to warn you of this. I mean, fuck, I think I had more friends come to mine and I was HARDLY as social as she was in high school. It's just that I have true friends and she doesn't. And I can't have sympathy for that, either! I try and tell her to tell Stephanie (the Regina George of their high school) to go fuck herself and stop walking all over her but no, she ALLOWS it, she cares way too much about how she's seen and perceived, which is a whole other rant entirely.
But point is, she's in the living room, on her computer AND on the phone, there is NO reason she can't be in her room right now doing those things. So I politely tell her that if she's just going to be loud on the phone, can she please go downstairs. "WHY?! THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE, BLAH BLAH" and I was like, "BECAUSE THERE'S NO REASON YOU NEED TO BE UP HERE AND I WANT TO FUCKING MAKE OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND, I LET YOU AND KEVIN DO SHIT DOWN HERE ALL THE TIME." Finally the little bitch storms off and Randy and I didn't even do anything right away, we finished our Nintendo shit first. And then, yeah, okay, we start getting into things and my phone goes off - a text from my mother: "You don't own the living room. If you want to make out with your boyfriend, you can leave." UM. klsdfkljsa. So obviously my sister called my mom and bitched about it. Whatever, fuck it. I ignored it and got back on him.
THEN! We're half naked and hear a fucking knock on the door. "You've got to be kidding me." At like, I don't know, 1? I don't even know what time it was but it was insane. It's HER fucking boyfriend. Because she was having a fucking crisis of epic proportions upon realizing something I have been trying to TELL HER for months now. You have piece of shit friends. Ditch them. She thinks she's friends with the "popular" girls and anyone here who went to high school knows that they're the most back-stabbing, fake, selfish people IN the crowd. And they walk all over her because she is SUCH a people pleaser and has no fucking spine at all. And those are the only ones she has. Which is stupid. When I was in high school, I had three different distinct groups of friends. It was perfect for me, I was to the point where I was close enough that they'd all invite me to their shit but not cemented in enough to the point where they'd expect or demand me to be there. So I could always say no and they wouldn't freak out or bat an eyelash, I always had choices and when one group pissed me off I always had other people to go to and seriously, that saves friendships. That space. /tangent. But seriously, she brought it on herself. So it pisses me off in gen but it pisses me off even more when it interferes with my sex life. LOL she was bawling and Randy goes, "God, no WONDER 'cry moar' is a key component in your vocabulary." LMAO LMAO SKDFHLASF.
GOD I have been waiting to rant about that all day. I feel so much better now.