AUGH. Finally.
I'm never having kids. Ever. I hate them, and I don't expect to stop any time soon. I hope my parents aren't really hoping for grandchildren of their own, because I'm pretty sure they're not getting them.
The house in Granbury has two stories and four bedrooms, but that is not enough space for six adults and three children, none of which have the same set of parents. I ended up sleeping on a loveseat in a not-room that was only separated from the open part of the house by a bunch of curtains on a wire. The baby that actually does belong to my stepbrother and his wife was set up in the kitchen, so when it started screaming at five in the morning, it woke me up too. After I finally got back to sleep, I just wake up again to all the noise that happens at breakfast at seven or so, at which point I deem it still too early to be up. Then there's random things like yapping dogs that are still silenced by rewarding them for their noise. Also the little girls. Oh my god. The two year old that belongs to Jayson's wife and I don't even know who finds every little thing oh so very distressing and cries about EVERYTHING. The five year old that belongs to Jayson and his ex that he hates now never shuts up. Ever. Ever. Ever. If she sees you she will start talking about whatever insipid thing she thinks about, and she won't stop or get the message that you're ignoring her, and couldn't care less what she was going on about. This morning I swear she was talking for half an hour, non-stop, and I can only hope that she was on the phone with her mother or something and not just talking to hear her own voice. There certainly wasn't more than two seconds of silence in which anyone else could get a word in.
So, pretty much I spent the whole time there sitting around watching other people play video games, and falling asleep part of the time during that. Occasionally I actually ended up playing video games myself, but it's not like the X-box has that much to offer me. Except the greatest Star Wars game ever. I'm pretty sure my brother and I spent a ridiculous amount of time starting bar fights in the Lego Mos Eisley Cantina.
And now I get to play catch-up for the last few days and hopefully find something to do to help me recover from Granbury. I swear, even if I try, I can never draw anything there or anything, everything I try looks like complete crap. It's as if the place just drains all my creativity away or something. And now my brain is completely fried. x__x
The house in Granbury has two stories and four bedrooms, but that is not enough space for six adults and three children, none of which have the same set of parents. I ended up sleeping on a loveseat in a not-room that was only separated from the open part of the house by a bunch of curtains on a wire. The baby that actually does belong to my stepbrother and his wife was set up in the kitchen, so when it started screaming at five in the morning, it woke me up too. After I finally got back to sleep, I just wake up again to all the noise that happens at breakfast at seven or so, at which point I deem it still too early to be up. Then there's random things like yapping dogs that are still silenced by rewarding them for their noise. Also the little girls. Oh my god. The two year old that belongs to Jayson's wife and I don't even know who finds every little thing oh so very distressing and cries about EVERYTHING. The five year old that belongs to Jayson and his ex that he hates now never shuts up. Ever. Ever. Ever. If she sees you she will start talking about whatever insipid thing she thinks about, and she won't stop or get the message that you're ignoring her, and couldn't care less what she was going on about. This morning I swear she was talking for half an hour, non-stop, and I can only hope that she was on the phone with her mother or something and not just talking to hear her own voice. There certainly wasn't more than two seconds of silence in which anyone else could get a word in.
So, pretty much I spent the whole time there sitting around watching other people play video games, and falling asleep part of the time during that. Occasionally I actually ended up playing video games myself, but it's not like the X-box has that much to offer me. Except the greatest Star Wars game ever. I'm pretty sure my brother and I spent a ridiculous amount of time starting bar fights in the Lego Mos Eisley Cantina.
And now I get to play catch-up for the last few days and hopefully find something to do to help me recover from Granbury. I swear, even if I try, I can never draw anything there or anything, everything I try looks like complete crap. It's as if the place just drains all my creativity away or something. And now my brain is completely fried. x__x