whole lotta nothing
It really gives me a lot of hope to know that in about nine months, I won't be living at home anymore. I've reallized, as though this wasn't quite so obvious to begin with, that Victor and mines lifestyles really disagree with each other and I can't wait until I don't have to deal with his shit. He disagrees with things that I fully believe in, for NO reason, he's stubborn, he's loud, he's abrasive, he talks shit about things/people/proffessions of which I respect when he doesn't really have anything against them, and then I get defensive of them and mad and it causes tension, for nothing! He thinks everything I do on the internet will give the computer viruses, and doesn't want to allow me to put a disk into his computer to print papers for school. He wanted to make our household pay for an extra phone line so that he can check his email every half hour and not have to work things out with me when we both have school projects we need the internet for. (FYI, i basically get off within five minutes everytime he asks me) He sometimes, uses the very immature approach of walking into the kitchen (where the computer resides) and sighing loudly, grunting, etc. and then walking out dissappointed...And i'm not even online that much, i haven't IMed in months, you all should have noticed a decrease in posts on here...i mean, wtf...lately i haven't even been home that much. And then he expects me to cook all the time, and have all these strict regulated rules and whatnot...when obviously my mom and I have been living together all my life and have a system worked out, even if I'm not always the best about following her rules and she too wants to add to my responsibilities, but anyway...so then he makes me feel guilty for not doing things by doing my chores after they are due to be done, but before i have a chance to do them...
I can totally see where my sister was coming from when she was staying with us this summer and had all these problems with the way he lacked respect for us. I mean, I saw it then too, but I mean, it was really hard for her to "come home to mom" and be in a totally different kind of environment than what she was used to with our mom. I, on the other hand, was kind of gradually exposed and got used to all the changes at home. And it's not that he bothers me all the time, I just feel like I have to defend a lot of parts of my life/things I do/habbits/etc that I think are totally ordinary that my mom, and anyone who has hung out with any teenager in America would be used to...and he doesn't need to freak out when his computer isn't working, or something gets messed up, etc etc etc...he doesn't need to bang the pans around all loudly when he cooks, he doesn't need to cuss when he loses something...he should understand that when i'm reading something or writing something and he starts asking me a million freakin questions, I'm not going to answer very thoroughly or energetically and he should stop asking so many questions all the time when I'm making it obvious I don't want to talk to him...
haha, whoa, just ranting... anyways...
Actually though, I've noticed that my mom and I are really similar. Like the way we act and look at life and stuff is really, like...I'm sooo her daughter. I guess I've especially just started to notice this when Victor, her, and I are discussing things, my mom and I always side together with our optimistic, go with the flow, etc way of thinking against his point of view. Yeah, it kinda makes me happy.
But basically, not only do I want to get out of living here, I think I'm ready for college, I would say I'm very self-sufficient (as much as I can be) and I want to take on the resposibility of taking care of myself. AND I want change and new friends and new experiences and a new city. But I also want to embrace life in high school while I am here, and while I'm here with friends that I love and people that mean a lot to me. And, I love Nashville, even if I want to get away and see new things.
And as though I need to show that I love Nashville...I definitly went Honky Tonk bar hopping on Lower Broadway on Saturday night...ran in to Alan Jackson...tried on boots...etc, etc...haha. This being that I spent my entire weekend downtown staying at the Hilton for Model United Nations. The weekend had its ups and downs but for the most part went well. Friday was sub-committees, where we got dressed up, of course, and presented our resolution, then we got dinner paid for by Lexie's grandaddy at Rippy's (omfg, bbq pizza is soo spicy...hah, till grace solved my problems by de-spicing the pizza, a.k.a. de-saucing it). Our resolution didn't make it to committee or anything but we listened to those that night and then partied it up in the hotel suite, with the senior room (being the bedroom part) and freshman room(being the living room part), hehe (getting ice, showering, jumping on the bed, being silly, watching the man walk around the GEC, imeanwhatelsewouldwedo?)
So then Saturday...oh, I love the Hilton Breakfast Buffet...and I got quite the rep for my "inner fat kid" by eating sooo much on Saturday, i mean, there was the buffet, then I went to the Spaghetti Factory with another room while my roommates napped at lunch, then I got ice cream and one of those little cereal boxes that i snagged at breakfast for dinner and ordered the pizza for our room later, of which at about midnight (when it was finally delivered) I ate 7 pieces of pizza...i mean, whoa buddy that is a lot of pizza but i definitly wanted the energy (food=energy) after the dance (soooo hot in there)(balcony breeze=soo nice).
+getting attacked by pirates
+riding the elevator, while sitting down, on boys lap
+seeing how many people we could fit on elevator to max out its capacity
+finding my STUNT DOUBLE...except I'm the so said prettier one, yesss...and Betsy making us take pictures (thanks Katie Fey)
+getting yelled/whispered at for reading Fight Club
+"Saint Kittens"
+the zip code game i invented
+Mr. Daaaavenport
+Grace owning me at Dots
+the phone # on the back of the placard
+losing my skirt
+me saying sooooooooo much ditzy stuff, as usuall...dangit.
And I am tired now, and have sooo much to do, it's not too swell...but I'll make it....as always.
Oh oh AND
a. my sister is coming to Nashville for Christmas!!!!!!!!!!
and
b. my mom bought a truck this weekend while I was away...Suprise!
ha.ha.
I can totally see where my sister was coming from when she was staying with us this summer and had all these problems with the way he lacked respect for us. I mean, I saw it then too, but I mean, it was really hard for her to "come home to mom" and be in a totally different kind of environment than what she was used to with our mom. I, on the other hand, was kind of gradually exposed and got used to all the changes at home. And it's not that he bothers me all the time, I just feel like I have to defend a lot of parts of my life/things I do/habbits/etc that I think are totally ordinary that my mom, and anyone who has hung out with any teenager in America would be used to...and he doesn't need to freak out when his computer isn't working, or something gets messed up, etc etc etc...he doesn't need to bang the pans around all loudly when he cooks, he doesn't need to cuss when he loses something...he should understand that when i'm reading something or writing something and he starts asking me a million freakin questions, I'm not going to answer very thoroughly or energetically and he should stop asking so many questions all the time when I'm making it obvious I don't want to talk to him...
haha, whoa, just ranting... anyways...
Actually though, I've noticed that my mom and I are really similar. Like the way we act and look at life and stuff is really, like...I'm sooo her daughter. I guess I've especially just started to notice this when Victor, her, and I are discussing things, my mom and I always side together with our optimistic, go with the flow, etc way of thinking against his point of view. Yeah, it kinda makes me happy.
But basically, not only do I want to get out of living here, I think I'm ready for college, I would say I'm very self-sufficient (as much as I can be) and I want to take on the resposibility of taking care of myself. AND I want change and new friends and new experiences and a new city. But I also want to embrace life in high school while I am here, and while I'm here with friends that I love and people that mean a lot to me. And, I love Nashville, even if I want to get away and see new things.
And as though I need to show that I love Nashville...I definitly went Honky Tonk bar hopping on Lower Broadway on Saturday night...ran in to Alan Jackson...tried on boots...etc, etc...haha. This being that I spent my entire weekend downtown staying at the Hilton for Model United Nations. The weekend had its ups and downs but for the most part went well. Friday was sub-committees, where we got dressed up, of course, and presented our resolution, then we got dinner paid for by Lexie's grandaddy at Rippy's (omfg, bbq pizza is soo spicy...hah, till grace solved my problems by de-spicing the pizza, a.k.a. de-saucing it). Our resolution didn't make it to committee or anything but we listened to those that night and then partied it up in the hotel suite, with the senior room (being the bedroom part) and freshman room(being the living room part), hehe (getting ice, showering, jumping on the bed, being silly, watching the man walk around the GEC, imeanwhatelsewouldwedo?)
So then Saturday...oh, I love the Hilton Breakfast Buffet...and I got quite the rep for my "inner fat kid" by eating sooo much on Saturday, i mean, there was the buffet, then I went to the Spaghetti Factory with another room while my roommates napped at lunch, then I got ice cream and one of those little cereal boxes that i snagged at breakfast for dinner and ordered the pizza for our room later, of which at about midnight (when it was finally delivered) I ate 7 pieces of pizza...i mean, whoa buddy that is a lot of pizza but i definitly wanted the energy (food=energy) after the dance (soooo hot in there)(balcony breeze=soo nice).
+getting attacked by pirates
+riding the elevator, while sitting down, on boys lap
+seeing how many people we could fit on elevator to max out its capacity
+finding my STUNT DOUBLE...except I'm the so said prettier one, yesss...and Betsy making us take pictures (thanks Katie Fey)
+getting yelled/whispered at for reading Fight Club
+"Saint Kittens"
+the zip code game i invented
+Mr. Daaaavenport
+Grace owning me at Dots
+the phone # on the back of the placard
+losing my skirt
+me saying sooooooooo much ditzy stuff, as usuall...dangit.
And I am tired now, and have sooo much to do, it's not too swell...but I'll make it....as always.
Oh oh AND
a. my sister is coming to Nashville for Christmas!!!!!!!!!!
and
b. my mom bought a truck this weekend while I was away...Suprise!
ha.ha.