Another Long Bit Of Drama, But It’s A Good Read I Think

Well, today was somewhat interesting. Before I get into it though, I have to mention the fact that yesterdays post brought in a third more views than the day befores. The good a title can do right?

Anyway. I spent 90% of the day playing Pokémon. I traded with my cousin and realized that Pokémon that have been traded automatically get 30% more exp from a battle than do Pokémon I caught myself. Isn’t it interesting that both the views I got today and the exp that I get from traded Pokémon are both 30%? Oh the coincidences in life.

Alright, now down to the good stuff. My sister told my dad about how she thought she might have scabies (we’re pretty sure she doesn’t though) and how he freaked out and told her not to tell anyone because she would be considered dirty. She didn’t say anything to him about this but was definitely upset by it. Some other relatives from my dad’s side also got a little over excited by the idea of scabies. My sister was already feeling really guilty about the possibility of spreading it to so many people, so this only made her feel worse.

My mom went to help with auction for my HS’s booster club or something or other, so my sister and I were on our own for dinner. My sister was asleep and gave no sign of waking up any time soon, so I made myself a salad using the last three eggs. My sister woke up, wanted to make cookies, found that there were no eggs, and so went over to my neighbors (J’s) to ask for some eggs and vanilla extract. She came home very upset a few minutes later crying because she’d told J (in front of J’s guests which was a bad move on her part) that she might have scabies. According to my sister, J freaked out, as did her guests, and my sister felt attacked. She said she tried to explain what it was, but had a hard time getting a word in with J interrupting her. My sister left and said thank you on the way out for the cookie supplies and in response one of J’s friends said “thanks for the scabies” which J laughed at and said “seriously”. Now, I understand that my sister jokes about things as a defense to her problems, which J and her guests took to mean that they could joke about things too. But this remark clearly put her over the edge.

My sister came home in tears, explained things to me, and needless to say, I was pissed. First of all, it takes a lot to get me mad. Second of all, my sister always has crazy shit being said about her, so it takes A LOT to get me mad when it involves her. She said I could just take the eggs and vanilla back to J’s since she wouldn’t be using them, and also brought out a baseball mitt of J’s for me to take over too. My sister hardly ever cries in front of me, and the fact that (while it was in a joking manner and would’ve been ok had it been a different situation) J allowed her guests to joke about a situation like this kind of irritated me. I don’t think it’s right that people who don’t even know anything about my sister or the dynamic my sister and neighbor have, can joke about something that’s serious like this and not have some kind of reprimand. Especially from J who SAW that my sister was upset about this as she left (because she got cold as she left and J knew this) and whose guests are part of the problem.

So. I go over there, knock on the door, am told to come in, and put the glove and cooking supplies on J’s computer desk. While doing so, J asks “so she’s not going to use them now” in a joking manner which implied that she saw that my sister was upset as she was leaving. I replied, no because she came home pretty upset about whatever was said over here which we clearly need to talk about. Words were exchanged, along the lines of J didn’t know what scabbies were and everyone was just joking and my sister came over joking so she thought it was ok, and she didn’t mean any harm. I said things along the lines of, she felt attacked by the three of you and came home very upset/ in tears over it, and I don’t think what was said was appropriate etc. J said that I didn’t know what was said, to which I replied, no, I don’t, but clearly it was enough to get my sister to cry and I don’t think that’s right. J said she didn’t like how I came over into her house with guest over and just started attacking her etc. I also explained what Scabies were since she didn’t know, and said that it was nothing to get worked up over because you just got some lotion and that killed them. Of course that wasn’t the exact order things were said in, but you get the idea. I said my piece, very calm for the most part I think, and went home. Oh, and I explained that my sister used her good humor as a defense when J said that she’d been joking as soon as she walked in. Anyway, J came over a few minutes later and asked to talk to my sister. I went and got her and they went and talked outside.

Crying occurred from both of them, it was dramatic, apologizes were given, etc. My sister came in a few minutes later and said that J felt sorry that my sister felt that way and that she didn’t mean anything to be taken the way it was and blah. My sister also said (and I heard a bit of this too because I muted the TV) that J didn’t like that I’d come into her house while she had guest and “scolded her like an adult” which I’m glad to say I was proud to hear. I know I shouldn’t be as happy as I am about that, but I feel glad knowing that I can go over to someone else’s house where the three people there are all twice my age and make them feel like they’re in trouble for their misbehaviors. And appear relatively calm while doing it.

J is madder at me than my sister, but I’m fine with that. My mom still isn’t home yet and doesn’t know what happens, so we’ll see if I’m in trouble with her too. To be honest, I’d be fine if I was in trouble with both of them. I feel like I did the right thing and don’t intend to apologize for my actions. Yes, it was distasteful to go over and talk to J while her guests were there, and I did think twice about it, but the guests were a part of the problem and so I felt they needed to hear what was said. And both of them were smiling the entire time I was there, which irritated me more. I didn’t address that though because that wasn’t the issue I was over for and I find nitpicking in fights to be rather petty. Even though I did do a bit of it (and kept telling my self to stop) when I got home and explained things to my sister.

My sister and I talked it over and I explained to her that telling J in front of a group of people that she could have scabies was a bad move, and that using humor as a defense leads to troubles like this sometimes. And also that comparing every persons wrong doing to all of the bad things our dad has done isn’t fair to everyone else. Which she admitted was something she did. I also explained why J acted the way she did, because if this had been something less serious there wouldn’t have been a problem. I see both sides of the conflict, and there were wrong doings on both sides. It was just a miscommunication, but I don’t apologize for anything I did.

My sister and I decided that this whole thing is my moms fault though. If she would just let me have chickens then we would’ve had enough eggs and none of this would’ve happened.

Settling In, Finally

I didn’t really do much today. I just sat around and attempted to finish my book, Ender in Exile. I had forgotten how much I loved the universe of Ender Wiggin, even though I’ve said this before. Anyway, I think I’m going to try to get through Great Expectations by Charles Dickens next. I bought it years ago but never picked it up. We’ll see.

Here’s the exciting part of my day.

My mom was a bit more productive than I was today. She moved all of the boxes out of the living room (and up into my room for a short time) and then into the attic. Just imagine everything about two feet deep in boxes, and that’s how my house has looked since we moved in on the 25^th of December. This is what it looks like now though! 🙂 Very exciting. 

This was what she did yesterday. Yea, we have a lot of books around here. Somewhere in the middle, in the second row, is the history of my family. It’s a decent sized blue book and it was written by my grandmother. I’d like to read it someday. Anyway, you can thank me for the style of the shelving. My mom wanted to stack it five wide and two tall to be one continuous shelf. No. I think it adds to the witch factor of our house, looking like this. I’m determined to have a witch’s house. Complete with bubbling cauldron and black cat, thank you. 😉 Oh and those stairs over to the left lead up to my room. 

Other than that though, I haven’t done much. I watered the orchids today, and discovered that the one that’s blooming has a second flower stalk coming up. I think I might’ve broken it today though, because it was growing on a defective part of the plant, and when I tried to fix it I heard a snap. I dunno, at least I’ve still got one healthy flower stalk left right? Yep, now I’ve jinxed it. Wonderful.

I’ve been doing a lot of research on my Pitcher plant and my Amaryllis’ so hopefully I’ll get a few posts and some pictures up soon. I feel the need to post a few things plant related, because I’m kind of lacking a few posts on that page. Ah well, it’ll get done eventually. Maybe.

Can I just say I’m freakin’ tired of my how my mom acts about my sister. She gets upset about the littlest things I do but my sister can get away with murder. For example, we have a tendency to rough house. Well my sister has been poking me and prodding me as much as normal, but I’m so tired of her that I skip ahead to the slugging part. It sounds violent, but I promise it’s not, lol. Wait, that actually isn’t funny, it sounds rather awful once you read it again. *sigh* I really shouldn’t say things like that. Well now this whole story thing is going to sound awful. You know what. What the fuck ever. I’m too tired to care.

So anyway, I was separating my laundry and while I was bent over my sister walked by and shoved my head down farther, which was REALY annoying. So I chased after her and hit her in the arm. Again, not violently. But my sister had been “wrestling” with her friend at his house (a boy she has a crush on) and they were “playing” so roughly that they broke his bed. *cough* The way she told us the wrestling story, made it sound not much like wrestling. I couldn’t help but snicker quietly while she was telling it. My mom smacked me (on the wrist) for it, but oh well.

But anyway, her arm was sore (she’s always got at least four sore body parts because she and her friends are so violent with one another) so she was more effected by my hit than I intended. Well not really, that’s just the lie I used haha. She sounded mad as she walked away and since I was finished separating clothes, I went up to my room. Not more than 20 seconds later does my mom walk up and start harping me about all of it. “Are you trying to drive her out of the house?” “No.” “All I ever see is you two hitting each other.” Blah blah blah. “Yea well you’re not home all the time.” I was mean about it, because I was pissed, but my mom gave me the wonderful talent of being able to talk calmly during times of anger. Hahaha, isn’t that a bit of humor for you? “No, I’m not home all the time. But when I am home all I see is hitting. I want to see more talking.” “We do talk, just before you get home.” “Well wait until I get home to talk then!” The funny part? She was actually serious when she said that. I almost wanted to laugh.

Now I know she means well, but at the same time, I’m not going to change who I am to benefit how my sister thinks about this home. She’s already decided she doesn’t like it. She says I’m no fun to be around, but that’s because I don’t think her coming home with bruises and bloody scratches from her friends is funny. My sister and I may hit each other, but we have NEVER given the other a bruise. And my mom should recognize that our separating is inevitable despite the fact we were like twins until we were nine. She and her sisters are almost ALWAYS in a fight. I suppose this is why she’s trying so hard to keep us together, but it’s only pushing a wedge between us.

 I also don’t think watching a bunch of homicidal maniacs running around killing people on the big screen is fun. Neither is watching the Saw movies or things like The Crazies. Sorry, they just don’t appeal to me. They’re numbing peoples senses to the cruelty of the world, making it seem OK to actually go out and do these things. Her friend who was over the other day (yesterday? I can’t keep track of time for anything) said he only liked books about abuse and drugs and violence. Which is exactly what his home life is like. My home life was like that, and the closes I ever got to reading things like that were The Series of Unfortunate Events books. And I didn’t really care for them.

Ah the marvels of blogging. The reason I was writing this post to begin with was to complain about my sister, and since I’ve only danced around the subject for so long, I’ve managed to get rid of all my anger. Stupendous. Well I have a lot of homework left to do, and it’s already 10 so I should probably be done for the night. Until tomorrow then!

Stupid Girls Got Nothing On My Sister

I mentioned that my sister decided to stay at my dads for ten days right? This morning my sister specifically came and asked me if I was going to walk her home after school. I told her yes I was. So the day drags on (I got a 180/200 on my Spanish test 🙂 ) and finally I’m standing outside her school waiting for the bell to ring. I have to wait about 20 minutes for her school to get out so waiting for her does take up some of my after school resting time. Anyway, I’m waiting there, and suddenly I see my dad’s truck. I saw it from over a block away and yet I still knew it was his even though it was a darker color (it needs to be washed) and I haven’t seen him in literally a month.

He’s on the phone when he pulls up (which is usual as he runs his own business and always has to be doing something) so I just motioned for him to park a few cars up so I can get in a chat. I got in and asked what he was doing here. He told me that he and my sister had agreed that he was picking her up after school… LAST NIGHT. Does my sister honestly not have ANY memory that she couldn’t remember something that was affecting two other people? Ugh!!! So I basically bitched about my sister to my dad for 15 minutes while we waited.

She really has no idea what a common curtsey it is to tell other people what her plans are. ESPECIALLY when she’s the one who asked what was happening after school. URGGHH! *volumizes hair* Whatever. She’s going to be gone for ten days which means I get to come home early, I get to listen to the quiet noises of my house, I get to… I dunno! I just get to be away from her and not have to deal with all of her stupid stuff! *bliss*

It’s kind of depressing though. My sister and I used to be inseparable. We used to look and act like twins; even though I’m little under two years older than her. We would finish each others sentences and walk arm in arm everywhere. We used to be super close knit. But then she started turning into one of those stupid girls and I stopped caring about what she did or how she felt. Why should I care that she’s sad because one of her friends is mad at her because she can’t come over. All her friends are stupid as hell and she actually cares when they’re mad over dumb stuff. She’d come home everyday telling me about how so and so is mad at her; how so and so doesn’t want to be her friend. Who the FUCK cares, if they don’t want to be your friend because of their issues then let them go. Don’t waste your time on their shit.

Ugh I hate swearing in my posts. It makes me sound really trashy. But I can’t help it! I get a mild case of freakin turrets when I PMS. Ugh just let the insanity pass. Then  I won’t be as bitchy. You know, I wanted a chocolate shake earlier tonight and my mom wouldn’t get me one, even though she had offered an hour before and knows of my current state of mind. Ahh… a cold, delicious, creamy chocolate milkshake would do my mind wonders.

F Is For Friend

I didn’t want to write about this before, because I wasn’t sure if it was official, but my sister has decided to go and stay with my dad for ten days. This guy. It’s the middle of school and she’s going to stay down with him for ten days; wtf.

So anyway, my freakin’ internet went down again and I’m so irritated anyway that I had to write something for the day. In case you all didn’t know, I have the ability to PMS. During this time, I get EXTREMELY irritable over tiny things (or nothing in some cases) and I NEED chocolate. This isn’t a fake thing, just every so often I become… well a chocolate crazed mega bitch. Hahahaha.

Today for example; my friend F decided she was going to be a dumbass and skip everything after second period. She was at school all day; she just didn’t go to class. F called me in the middle of second (why she thought I would answer I don’t know) and then again during the beginning of third. I’m able to talk during third so I answered. When she answered she was super giggly and seemed really out of sorts. I figured she was stoned. She told me she was lost and she had no idea where she was. My school is a rectangle, there’s no way in hell you can get lost in it. So that confirmed my belief that she was high.

This really pissed me off; we’re in class working our asses off for finals which are TOMORROW and she’s running around the school stoned. “F stop being a dumbass, where the fuck are you. This is finals week don’t fuck this up. You’re being a dumbass, where the fuck are you.” I was saying this in a loud enough voice that you could hear me across the class room but luckily our whole class is made up of clicks so no one listens to anyone else. And my teacher doesn’t hear anything lol. “Willow, I don’t know where I am.” Then she turned to whoever she was with and asked him. “I think I’m in the 700 building in W’s room.” Again, this building is just one long, detached hallway. You have to make an effort to get into it; there’s no way to get lost at my school.

“You better get your ass to class right now, stop fucking around F this is finals week. Stop being such a dumbass.” Then the bitch phone slapped me (where someone pushes a button while your talking so the phone beeps) which really pissed me off. This is why you always keep chocolate around me during these times; I get pissed over the dumbest shit imaginable. Oh and I swear A LOT more.

So then after a while I texted her and she told me she was taking a test in W’s room. I replied “a drug test?” She said she wasn’t but whatever. Two freaking hours later, we’re in another class and she still isn’t back. Then lunch goes by and still nothing. We get to 5^th and our group decides as a whole that she’s out. So tomorrow (if she bothers to show up) we’re all just going to ignore her. Usually I sit at the end of our table during 3^rd because there are only four seats and our group has five people when F is there. We’ve decided that she doesn’t deserve the seat anymore, so I’ll be sitting there tomorrow.

During 5^th she sits in the middle of our group (which used to be my seat but she decided to take it); I’ll be sitting there tomorrow. If she gets there first, we’re just going to ignore her and talk around her to one another.

She’s been acting like this because of her boyfriend. F is one of those people who will change to fit in with whatever group or person she’s with so her boyfriend is having a really bad influence on her. She started smoking cigarettes because of him and cuts class ALL the time to go and hang with him. Her parents have no idea what to do so she basically gets off scot free. Oh and I just found out that she was with her boyfriend all day. So not only was she high and skipping, the bitch lied to me too.

In short? I’m a whiny bitch who loves chocolate and hates it when people who would be doing fine are throwing their lives away for some fuck up of a boyfriend. Its 10:37 and I’m still studying for my finals tomorrow. Ah fuck! I have to copy the proofs down on my hand! I hate proofs with a passion! I honestly would give up my entire page of notes in exchange for not having to do the proofs (because we’re techniqually not aloud to have them for this test.) Okay okay, I’m done complaining. Godang, can’t a guy vent about nothing for 840words?

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