Look! It's Bridezilla!
I need an appropriate Bridezilla icon. If anyone has any suggestions, lemme know.
Killing your siblings is legal if you have good reason, right? I mean, it happens all the time in nature, so it must be okay, yes? (And I'm aware that this entry is going to make me sound selfish, but my little sister has always been a spoiled brat, and tries to treat me like a doormat.)
My sister is getting married right around the time of my next birthday. Intrepid readers will remember that my last birthday was a bit of an Epic Fail, with no one doing anything for me beyond taking me to dinner at a restaurant not of my choosing and that I didn't particularly like some six months after my actual birthday. Woo hoo. Well, I get the feeling my next birthday is going to suck even worse, and I just got a nice little preview of that today.
Apparently, I'm going to be a bridesmaid. I'm not sure exactly how this came about, because I wasn't asked. I only found this out one day when I was going somewhere with all of my siblings and my sister announced that we would all have to go shopping some weekend. A little baffled, I asked why, since my sister doesn't shop with me because she finds me to be fashion impaired. *eyeroll* She responded by saying that I was going to be a bridesmaid and needed a dress.
Oh. Glad I had some say in that.
Months later, while I was at Gally, my sister called (while I was getting Georgia Moffet's autograph, actually) and demanded to know if I'd be able to spend $200 on a dress. I told her I didn't know. I really didn't want to be asked about money in the middle of a convention, especially when it concerns a dress I don't want that I would only wear once in my life.
Today, I just got a rather snotty call from her about the dress fitting being this week. Apparently, I was supposed to know all about this and she told me. Um, no. She rarely calls, and she never gave me a timeframe for this. She only mentioned the bridesmaid thing to me twice, at the times I mentioned above. I haven't been part of the planning process at all, yet I'm supposed to magically have the time and money whenever she demands me to. She expects me to do this immediately, despite the fact that I'm trying to get in 60 hours next week and I don't have a car I'm willing to take long distances. She also expects me to put down $80 on this dress, despite the fact that I just used my paycheck for bills.
I have never had any desire to be part of a wedding. No longing to be a bridesmaid, or a bride for that matter. I don't even really like attending weddings. I think one of this isn't going to come out of this alive...