Hello.
Been a while since I posted here...so heres the rundown on whats been missed.
1) Aaron isn't really dead
2)neither is Serena
*ahem* on to the ranting First of all weekend before last I went over to my dad's house. He escaped most of the weekend and left me to deal with my stepmother who sat there and bitched at me constantly. About my clothes and the fact that i wasn't helping them or doing anything and how I was a fat lazy ungrrateful little brat etc etc. Now, Keep in mind that at this point in time I was on painkillers because my arm was hurting. She bitches about my clothes to my face and behind my back but the thing that gets me is this.. the clothes she dogs on all the time are the clothes that SHE BOUGHT ME. If I dress Normal, I'm copying Lauren (my step-sister) if I dress the way I like to dress then I'm dressing like a whore or a freak AND I'm copying Lauren. During this weekend I mostly sat around the house and watched TV. My dad had this long talk with me that SO uplifted my self esteem *sarcasm* I believe the quote was "If you keep dressing like that and you don't conform to society you'll never amount to anything" Thanks for that uplifting vote of confidence from your corner. Now fast foreward to this weekend. I spent the weekend hanging out in the garage sitting on the couch and doodling/writing in mym notebook. My stepmother bitched about this too. I was being 'antisocial' and I was 'avoiding everyone' Granted I didn't have to hear it...but my dad did. Thus starting TONS of shit and another talk on the way home today about how I need to stop making waves and making his life hell. It was rather funny in retrospect. Him:Do you think you have it better than me as far as her bitching goes? Me: Yes Him:Do you think you have it worse than me overall? me: Yes Him: No, you don't I have to live with her 7 days a week and if I'm LUCKY I'm only home when she's not sleeping me: yeah? well I have everyother weekend with the bitch and THEN i get to go home with my MOTHER whos turning into a hitler-style CLEANING NAZI and listen to her BITCH because I'm too lazy to hang my clothes up. Their MY clothes and if I'd rather throw them into a drawer and wear them all wrinkly thats MY progative. As long as the clothes are clean and I'm not throwing them on the floor I should have a choice on wether or not I want to hang them up in my closet all nice and neat-like or fold them all neat and orderly like a good little bitch *growls* I'm an unorganized person. Its the way I am and pretty much the way I'll always be. My mother always bitches at me because I don't care if the floor gets mopped or w/e and she says that my house will be disgustingly filthy when i grow up. heh. If you could tell the DIFFERENCE between BEFORE you mopped and AFTER you mopped on our floor maybe I'd care. As for my house... I'll most likely have carpet, not concrete and I won't have a bunch of gay ass dogs. I will have a cat or two yes but cats are cleaner than dogs and don't enjoy pastimes such as playing in the mud or slobbering all over themselves. They may shed a bit more than dogs but they make less mess than dogs. If I do have concrete (or tile) It most likely won't take me SEVEN YEARS to replace the shit. and in the meantime it'd be at least clean enough to walk around on. My mothers cleaning Naziism is going to the extreme. Don't believe me? Think I'm just an exaggerating teenager? Well get this. We get paid an allowance of 5 dollars a week (OMG THATS SO MUCH MONEY!! *heavy sarcasm*) for cooking dinner 2 nights a week and usually the three days mom cooks we're eating leftovers so all she has to do is put the stuff into the microwave (theres 2 of us..me and jewel)for cleaning the stove every day of the week even when we DON'T USE IT *kills* the same goes for the counters the sinks (kitchen and both bathrooms) the microwave the toaster the can opener the coffee pot and the refridgerator. All Daily. Clean our rooms dust the furniture vacuum our rooms and make our beds Daily. Clean the bathrooms once a week alternatively and we do our laundry. Guess what she does. She buys the grocerys, pays the bills balances the checkbook and she mows and weedeats (or says she does...ever since she fired the yard people that yard hasn't been touched) As soon as I get my licence I'll probably have to do the first one. Eheh anyway. Cleaning Naziism aside the womans a bitch and i can't stand her. My arm was hurting the monday after my arm was out of the sling and the doctor said i could do SOME chores. The bitch starts telling me to mop. I went to turn on the fucking light in my room and it hurt my arm so i promptly told her she was trippin if she thought i was going to mop with my arm hurting like that. She called me a liar and told me it didn't hurt i turned into miss bitch and let her have it and she told me i was a liar about anything and everything and to hear her talk i'm a lieing school-skipping drug-doing conniving little bitch and She told me i couldn't walk to school but i did it anyway and i went down to OM knowing i was grounded and she didn't know and OMFG SHE NEEDS TO SHUT THE HELL UP. I said my bit she told me to go to my room I went to my room and informed her matter-a-factly that she hated me and deserved nothing less than to rot in hell with her cleaning naziism and she slapped the hell out of me and told me to go to my room. I looked around me with my nose bleeding everywhere "Hmm...If this isn't my room I guess i better go find it" so i left my room and went to the kitchen sink and stood there bitching my mom out for 40 minutes or so while my nose bled and I refused to hold anything to it because it proved my point on what abusive bastards i have for parents and then my voice was shot for about 8 or 9 days and STILL isn't fully back to normal. The first 2 days after that were the calm in the eye of the storm and then the second wall hit and we had another bitch fight. And because I had a cold every time i sneezed in the 2 days following her hitting me my nose started bleeding and the nurse told me if it kept happening i'd have to go to the doctor for it which i thought was hillarious because my mothers always bitching on how much trips to the doctor cost her. Not that we ever go when we need too... It took 3 days for her to take me to the doctor for my arm. We STILL havn't gone back for the ADHD -OR- for my stomach. I need glasses and I havn't EVER been to a dentist. I probably have like 20 cavities. Okay I'm done bitching for the time being because my bitch of a mother is bitching at me about how i'm taking advantage of her by staying up past my bedtime etc etc... I hate to break it too her but..I havn't followed her 'bedtime' edict for years. Yeah, i get off the comp. I still read and write and meditate...she can't do shit too me over it because she doesn't know. If she found out she could stop me reading and writing to a certain extent but the meditation? HAHAHAHAHA she couldn't stop me if she tried... anyway. Later guys.