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| DayDream (profile) wrote, on 7-25-2002 at 11:30am | |
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| Wow, i haven't written in a while...alot has happened though. At the moment nothing, but this week has just beein insane. Monday night happened...that was interesting. Nathan didn't "agree" with the whole thing which made me laugh. I'll never be able to figure that kid out. I was supposed to call him today... So Sarah's over at Lil's now. She got home yesterday or maybe the day before. I haven't seen her in ever. Last night the tension in this house was so fucking strong i wanted to scream to try and break it. My Grammy got sick again and so my aunt freaking out along with my mom and they were all "we might have to take her to the hospital again" and my dad is such a fucking dick. He's all pissed off because he's awake after 10 and has to get up to go to work. And he's bitchin at my mom because the house wasn't cleaned and it's like christ, settle down, she works too. But of course he works the hardest out of all of us and we've never been able to appreciate that. My ass. So he was being such a fucker i wanted to scream and yell at him but i just sat there. The Carbon Monoxide detector kept going off and he was giving my mom shit over that and it's like yea, good call. Becasue she can help that and all. I wish i wasn't scared to stand up to him. He just intimidates the fuck out of me. And i hate it. I hate that he can talk me down to nothing and make me feel so stupid. And i hate that he always wins. That's what i hate the most. That, and he's the only person i'm afraid to argue with. I feel the most sorry for my mom. She has to put up with my random mood swings and my dad's constant complaining. And she works outside all day at the Muny. I really don't know how she does it. So after my mom figured out what was going on with my Grammy my dad had to make a whole scene about how he didn't get to go to sleep and all this crap because my mom wanted him awake and it's like well hey, you're almost right. So he stomped upstairs and slammed his bedroom door. Oh yes, his bedroom door. It's wonderful, my parents don't sleep in the same room anymore which i found out was a big secret. I swear to God. Either one of them is going to kill the other or they're getting divorced. They've already decided that they aren't living together when i'm in college. My mom's goin back to New York and my Dad's going to live on a farm...don't ask. But yea, so i don't know what the hell that's all about, but that's what they wanted to do, and that's what they tell peoeple so...i don't know. Ahh, i'm supposed to be cleaning. My mom's having some 40 people over tonight and i'm the lucky little bitch that has to have everything ready for her when she gets home. I really, really don't want to. Now now. I'm so tired, and there's people at my house that i don't know and i just want to go hide under my covers and sleep for a long, long time. Damn, i have to clean the pool too. Grr. Yesterday was good during the day. Poor Lizzie though. Andrew broke up with her and she was crying and came and stayed with me and Sarah. Then again she just talked on the phone for some 5 hours with a new clan of guys, but i guess that's what she needed. So we went to the mall and I kinda felt bad for Ray. She didn't know anyone first of all, and my friends aren't exactly you're average lookin kids. I failed to mention to her that Paul had a mowhake. Heh. I think she was surprised. But Lizz, on the other hand. Srpung right back and claimed Steve as her next victim. Which is wonderful, but unfortunate at the same time. I kinda had my eye on Steve...oh well. Not like i could get him anyway. Hah i'll just keep workin on Brandon...HAH that's even funnier. Oh well, i can dream... Damn. I still have so much shit to do today, and i haven't even really started. Incubus tickets go on sale tomorrow. I'm excited. I really wanna go, and i realy want good seats. But Lisa said she wanted to sit on the lawn...which is cool. But I wanna be upfront ya know? Ahh, i'll talk to someone. Maybe Nathan would go with me...heh. Well i should probably get goin...the dishes are calling... |
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imation | 07-25-02 6:52pm you wanted steve? hmmm.... of course you could've gotten him. in a second. talk up earlier, baby. and tell me these things! |