Archive | August 2013

Friday!

Nothing like a good movie night with the best sister to calm all your nerves. After a dinner of crumb cake, leftover birthday cake, and popcorn we watched The Great Gatsby which was fabulous! You could definitely tell that it was the same guy that did Moulin Rouge. And now I need to see that movie sometime soon because it has been way too long! Despite only being back at school for one week, I feel like I never left and the stress that goes with is just a constant. But when you have an amazing older sister, none of that matters! 

The Blonde

This wee-k my mother’s boyfriend’s daughter moved in with us. As a pregnant-barely-graduated-high-school moron. Just complete moron.  I mean, this is the girl that had to get a haircut to get a knot out of her hair because she couldn’t reach it with a brush. The girl who says she can’t come to the library one block away with me at 11am because she has an interview at 2pm three blocks away.  Who eats a poptart for breakfast. Who makes an entire box of mac ‘n cheese in the microwave (?) at 10pm and barely eats 1/4 cup.  Who walks out of the house without saying a word to myself or my brother and leaves the entire day. Oh, who is eating dinner by herself when my brother and I walk into the house, having been in the yard for the past hour.

She doesn’t do a thing without her father telling her. Otherwise she just sits on her phone or watches horrible Disney channel shows for hours on end. I left the house for 2 hours today and she hadn’t moved. At all.

It’s so frustrating, sitting next to her and being worried about being able to pay rent and working 2 jobs during school. She doesn’t even ask for help because she’s so used to just being given to her because it’s become apparent that she is incapable of helping herself.

She has only lived here for 30 hours and in those hours she has only managed to bewilder and frustrate me. So, until she invokes a feeling not connected to the 2 previous, she shall be known as The Blonde. Unless she acts like a person she won’t be addressed as one.

Invaders

They just invade my house. Come and go as they please. Eat everything. Never put the toilet seat down. Leave dishes in the sink. Sit and do nothing for hours. Bogart all the hot water because like morons they don’t know they can’t do laundry when the dishwasher is going. Oh and kick my dog. Like assholes. And act like they’re better than my family. Because they work under the table jobs and get pregnant at 18. And we graduate college early, teach ourselves Calculus, and get Master’s degrees. But they look down at house and take our stuff. I’d never want to say I’m better than someone but I know we’re more considerate of others, more polite at least.

For real, my plan has been for 2 weeks to go back to school on Friday a.k.a. tomorrow. But because this has nothing to do with my sick brother, home remodels, or my grandparents, somehow no one knew. And now I’m being yelled at for not being prepared….what the hell?

But this is normally how it goes. I make plans and then everyone else changes them to suit their needs. I’m not really surprised. If I had planned for Saturday, I’d be moving Sunday. I plan for 10 a.m., we won’t leave until 3 p.m. I literally did nothing this summer except for work and accommodate everyone else. I think I’ll always be overlooked. I should really know better by now.

  • My current dilemma is whether or not to wake up my brother, who is chronically-ill with Lyme Disease who is exhausted from being awake a full day, to sing happy birthday to our mother. He’s also the one that hid her presents. And while I know she would understand, I feel so bad for not giving our mom her birthday. But I would feel just as awful in trying to wake up my brother for cake he can’t even eat because of his strict diet. I just love being home where everything is so easy. 

  • My current dilemma is whether or not to wake up my brother, who is chronically-ill with Lyme Disease who is exhausted from being awake a full day, to sing happy birthday to our mother. He’s also the one that hid her presents. And while I know she would understand, I feel so bad for not giving our mom her birthday. But I would feel just as awful in trying to wake up my brother for cake he can’t even eat because of his strict diet. I just love being home where everything is so easy. 

Recently I read “Sugar Daddy” by Lisa Kleypas. Wonderful book that makes me wish for a cowboy of my own to come and save me. The writing is great and gives the desire for southern hospitality and genuine good people. That are gentlemen and just really care.