☆ you'd better watch your step.
I love how the one time I'm supposed to be online to talk about some serious stuff with the other Mods, shit happens that leaves me busy all day and too exhausted to stay up at night to talk to anyone. Disappearances are totally fun! Only not really. Hopefully tonight I'll be able to stay up for a bit talking to the others about what needs to be discussed and how to go about doing everything. All signs are pointing to lol fail since it's only 4:30pm and I'm already yawning and feeling super tired as Hell. Maybe a nap is required? I shall think about this.
So Friday we spent all day cleaning and dealing with stuff that had to be dealt with (Jeremy's financial aid verification). That sucked. Then there was eating. Mostly the day was spent with me and Jeremy running in and out of the bedroom (only room that's "ours" in the house since, lol, living with Mother in Law ♥) doing laundry, general picking up of things, vacuuming and other various forms of cleaning all while watching the entire fifth season of The Sopranos. I love me some Mafia shows. ♥ Good times. That was the good busy day.
This was the bad busy day:
Yesterday was made of super failures that 'caused lots of general irritation and many moments of desiring killing things. Friday night at like, eleven or so? Ginger called and talked to Jeremy (thank God, at eleven at night I might have killed her via telephone. ..Somehow) asking that we go to her place on Saturday to go shopping with her and buy her diapers for the baby since they have no money for food, diapers and rent because she was stupid and loaned the money to her irresponsible sister's man. Wtf Aaron and Ginger. Seriously. So technically, Friday around 11:30pm or later was the beginning of docking the fucking failboat.
So Saturday rolls around and we're getting up to get ready to go to Ginger and Aaron's when lo and behold Jeremy's mother comes into the room and asks if we want to go to Sam Elliot uncle Tim's house for his birthday party. I have nothing against Sam Elliot uncle Tim, in fact I enjoy him a lot because he LOOKS LIKE SAM ELLIOT seems pretty nice, calm, cool and collect (which he totally is). I haven't really gotten to speak to uncle Tim that much, but that's OK. He's cool anyway. Well. The reasons I was bothered at having to go to the party were as follows:
a] lol have to help Ginger and Aaron, hello?
b] not really in the mood for some good ol' fashioned party times since, lol, period soon (stfu, tmi, I know)
c] had moar housework to do
d] had to go to the stores for ourselves and not just Ginger. I had some stuff I had to buy for Jeremy.
e] she wanted to carpool
I have no issues with carpooling. Hooray for saving the world one car at a time, you know? But with Leslie when she wants to go to a party? Carpooling is made of fail and fucking rage. You will understand soon enough.
So we decide to go ahead and go to the party much to my dissatisfaction. It wasn't that I didn't want to see Tim, Lisa, Chris, Tina, Joan (Grandma), Bill (Grandpa) and Jessica (and the many others that I did not know :x) it was that I didn't feel good and I fucking knew I wasn't going to get anything done that I wanted to get done. Eventually, we went to the store and Leslie said she'd buy the groceries and shit for Ginger since she knew we were strapped for cash, too. That was, seriously, the only plus in the day for the longest fucking time. We dropped the shit off to them an hour and a half (or so) later and then booted it to uncle Tim's house. We got there at 2:45pm. Not even after an hour Leslie came up to us (already rather drunk) and told us not asked, told us that Brian (Jeremy's cousin) was going to get a ride home with us. This left me irritated. It's my car. I would have appreciated her asking me before she invites someone that I am not entirely fond of to use my car as a ride home. And who the fuck was going to pay for the gas, exactly? So irritated at that, I chilled and just listened to the music and shit.
Around 6pm I started to get a migraine from all the insanely loud music (that's the kind of parties they have, they all bring their guitars and drums, bass, mics, etc.. and play. It was awesome :D!!) and asked Jeremy if we could tell his mom that we wanted to go which he agreed to. We went out to tell her to get ready (since she had told us that we would only be there for "a couple of hours" anyway) and she looked at us both like we were the scum of the Earth for wanting to ruin her fun which only irritated me further (she was plastered.) and said to give her an hour, which we said no to. So she said half an hour. Which I wanted to say no to, but gave her a half an hour anyway. After the half hour we went to find her and Brian so we could gtfo of there and go home. It was around 7:30pm, now. Obviously housework was down the fucking drain since it would take another hour and thirty minutes to get home. She then informed us that Brian would be coming home with us instead of us dropping him off at his place. Great. So instead of a smallish ride with him, he's there for the whole thing. Hahahahaaaaaaaa, fantastic.
It took them a while but they did manage to drunkenly get to the car and we were on our way home. Leslie and Brian were planning to go to a bar when they got back to Spring Hill whyyyyy. After an hour and a half filled with sexism (from Brian screaming in my ear behind me since he was sitting in back of me) and drunken stupidity from both of them, we got home. I hadn't eaten all day, Jeremy had since he's s-m-r-t- and I kind of fail in that aspect :x So when we got home we gtfo of the house and went to eat at Mickey D's, then booted it to Wal-Mart 'cause like I said, I had shit to buy. I had wanted my Sunday to be my lazy day and wasn't about to fucking give it up just cause Leslie made me stay longer at the party than I fucking wanted too. Aside the fucking shenanigans that she played, the party was excellent. Lots of good music and fun and laughs and just woot-ness in general. I just had so much rage and anger last night. I wanted to kill something just to make it go away. ._.
They (Brian and Leslie) eventually decided to just go nextdoor instead of going to the bar. Which was good since we didn't have to worry about them getting killed at the bar or something. Since their both really retarded when they get drunk and pick fights. Yeesh.
Shit was bought. Lazy day is today. Thank fucking God. Just. ARGH. ._.
The only other thing I have to say is: The movie The Last Mimzy was pretty damn good. I didn't think it would be that great. It was cute, really interesting too. I liked it. :)
Now to relax. x.x
So Friday we spent all day cleaning and dealing with stuff that had to be dealt with (Jeremy's financial aid verification). That sucked. Then there was eating. Mostly the day was spent with me and Jeremy running in and out of the bedroom (only room that's "ours" in the house since, lol, living with Mother in Law ♥) doing laundry, general picking up of things, vacuuming and other various forms of cleaning all while watching the entire fifth season of The Sopranos. I love me some Mafia shows. ♥ Good times. That was the good busy day.
This was the bad busy day:
Yesterday was made of super failures that 'caused lots of general irritation and many moments of desiring killing things. Friday night at like, eleven or so? Ginger called and talked to Jeremy (thank God, at eleven at night I might have killed her via telephone. ..Somehow) asking that we go to her place on Saturday to go shopping with her and buy her diapers for the baby since they have no money for food, diapers and rent because she was stupid and loaned the money to her irresponsible sister's man. Wtf Aaron and Ginger. Seriously. So technically, Friday around 11:30pm or later was the beginning of docking the fucking failboat.
So Saturday rolls around and we're getting up to get ready to go to Ginger and Aaron's when lo and behold Jeremy's mother comes into the room and asks if we want to go to Sam Elliot uncle Tim's house for his birthday party. I have nothing against Sam Elliot uncle Tim, in fact I enjoy him a lot because he LOOKS LIKE SAM ELLIOT seems pretty nice, calm, cool and collect (which he totally is). I haven't really gotten to speak to uncle Tim that much, but that's OK. He's cool anyway. Well. The reasons I was bothered at having to go to the party were as follows:
a] lol have to help Ginger and Aaron, hello?
b] not really in the mood for some good ol' fashioned party times since, lol, period soon (stfu, tmi, I know)
c] had moar housework to do
d] had to go to the stores for ourselves and not just Ginger. I had some stuff I had to buy for Jeremy.
e] she wanted to carpool
I have no issues with carpooling. Hooray for saving the world one car at a time, you know? But with Leslie when she wants to go to a party? Carpooling is made of fail and fucking rage. You will understand soon enough.
So we decide to go ahead and go to the party much to my dissatisfaction. It wasn't that I didn't want to see Tim, Lisa, Chris, Tina, Joan (Grandma), Bill (Grandpa) and Jessica (and the many others that I did not know :x) it was that I didn't feel good and I fucking knew I wasn't going to get anything done that I wanted to get done. Eventually, we went to the store and Leslie said she'd buy the groceries and shit for Ginger since she knew we were strapped for cash, too. That was, seriously, the only plus in the day for the longest fucking time. We dropped the shit off to them an hour and a half (or so) later and then booted it to uncle Tim's house. We got there at 2:45pm. Not even after an hour Leslie came up to us (already rather drunk) and told us not asked, told us that Brian (Jeremy's cousin) was going to get a ride home with us. This left me irritated. It's my car. I would have appreciated her asking me before she invites someone that I am not entirely fond of to use my car as a ride home. And who the fuck was going to pay for the gas, exactly? So irritated at that, I chilled and just listened to the music and shit.
Around 6pm I started to get a migraine from all the insanely loud music (that's the kind of parties they have, they all bring their guitars and drums, bass, mics, etc.. and play. It was awesome :D!!) and asked Jeremy if we could tell his mom that we wanted to go which he agreed to. We went out to tell her to get ready (since she had told us that we would only be there for "a couple of hours" anyway) and she looked at us both like we were the scum of the Earth for wanting to ruin her fun which only irritated me further (she was plastered.) and said to give her an hour, which we said no to. So she said half an hour. Which I wanted to say no to, but gave her a half an hour anyway. After the half hour we went to find her and Brian so we could gtfo of there and go home. It was around 7:30pm, now. Obviously housework was down the fucking drain since it would take another hour and thirty minutes to get home. She then informed us that Brian would be coming home with us instead of us dropping him off at his place. Great. So instead of a smallish ride with him, he's there for the whole thing. Hahahahaaaaaaaa, fantastic.
It took them a while but they did manage to drunkenly get to the car and we were on our way home. Leslie and Brian were planning to go to a bar when they got back to Spring Hill whyyyyy. After an hour and a half filled with sexism (from Brian screaming in my ear behind me since he was sitting in back of me) and drunken stupidity from both of them, we got home. I hadn't eaten all day, Jeremy had since he's s-m-r-t- and I kind of fail in that aspect :x So when we got home we gtfo of the house and went to eat at Mickey D's, then booted it to Wal-Mart 'cause like I said, I had shit to buy. I had wanted my Sunday to be my lazy day and wasn't about to fucking give it up just cause Leslie made me stay longer at the party than I fucking wanted too. Aside the fucking shenanigans that she played, the party was excellent. Lots of good music and fun and laughs and just woot-ness in general. I just had so much rage and anger last night. I wanted to kill something just to make it go away. ._.
They (Brian and Leslie) eventually decided to just go nextdoor instead of going to the bar. Which was good since we didn't have to worry about them getting killed at the bar or something. Since their both really retarded when they get drunk and pick fights. Yeesh.
Shit was bought. Lazy day is today. Thank fucking God. Just. ARGH. ._.
The only other thing I have to say is: The movie The Last Mimzy was pretty damn good. I didn't think it would be that great. It was cute, really interesting too. I liked it. :)
Now to relax. x.x