Post by I <3 Menina! on Apr 2, 2008 15:47:50 GMT -5
First, I had a really good schoolday, which is unusal. I got to take out my anger on this kid in 6th period (okay, hate me, but I was only countering the insults he sent to me) and I was pretty much the class favorite during that little charade.
But besides that I was an angel in heaven, if you get my meaning (perfection in perfection... lol)
Then along comes this monster to ruin my life - wait, HAS and IS ruining my life -
DUH DUH DUNNNNNNNNNN
My [glow=red,2,300]evil[/glow], [glow=black,2,300]sidious[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]overbearing[/glow], [glow=black,2,300]neglagant[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]pernicious[/glow], [glow=black,2,300]pococurante[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]stupid[/glow] dad...
So, anyway, I come home and as always he greats me with a simple hello then cuts me off to go talk to his friends online (yes, they have microphones and actually chat on this virtual reality site). So then he makes me go get my sister so he can flirt (okay, his terminology was 'pray') with these girls (my mom works all day every day this week) and so my sister gets mad at me when I pick her up and I yell at her in front of her teachers (making me look like a devil - or at least thats what I think I looked like to them because of their expressions) and so before that I'm watching the kids get picked up by various people in their life and I'm thinking 'Gee, all those kids look so [glow=orange,2,300]HAPPY[/glow] that their parents, grandparents, or w/e bother to pick them up. See, my dads side of the family lives far far away (okay, like 1&1/2 hours) so we hardly see them, my mom has no living relatives that have much to do with her life, and the 'substitute' grandparents that my mom had (they sorta took her (pregnant with me) in after her parents died) we cut relationship with for some reason.
Anyway, their birthdays were in March & May so I really hate those times of the year, and I miss them around the holdays.
Back to what I was saying- so there are all these happy kids running to their parents/guardians and then here I am, waiting for my sister. I mean, really, PEOPLE WITH MS (the disease my dad has that he blames his problems on) SHOULD NOT HAVE KIDS (or marry for that matter). My dad can hardly remember anything about our lives! He has memory loss, balance issues, fatigue... the list goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on.... you get the picture?
So I am sitting here wondering why the .... sorry Daps... H--- I listen to him, and then I realize- B/C WE'VE HAD THE POLICE AT OUR HOUSE THREE TIMES B/C OF HIM!!! He was arrested for domestic violence. I had to call 911 while listening to my mom yelling and crying...
So thats what was bouncing in my head. I was thinking then, about this site and wondering if I am as obsessed about it as my dad is about his. Then I realize how I may get on (at most) an hour a day while my dad spends 10+ hours a day... no joke guys. He can't get up and read a story to my brother, or ask me how my day was, or even simply take care of his dishes when he was done, but he can certainly spend hours on that &(*#%&*(@#&$*(%&*#($&*#(%&*(%&*#(&*! site...
Those are my grievances with my life. Even before my dads site came along I was mad at him for him not noticing us. Now, its ten times worse.
And yet, somehow, I manage to do well in life.
But besides that I was an angel in heaven, if you get my meaning (perfection in perfection... lol)
Then along comes this monster to ruin my life - wait, HAS and IS ruining my life -
DUH DUH DUNNNNNNNNNN
My [glow=red,2,300]evil[/glow], [glow=black,2,300]sidious[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]overbearing[/glow], [glow=black,2,300]neglagant[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]pernicious[/glow], [glow=black,2,300]pococurante[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]stupid[/glow] dad...
So, anyway, I come home and as always he greats me with a simple hello then cuts me off to go talk to his friends online (yes, they have microphones and actually chat on this virtual reality site). So then he makes me go get my sister so he can flirt (okay, his terminology was 'pray') with these girls (my mom works all day every day this week) and so my sister gets mad at me when I pick her up and I yell at her in front of her teachers (making me look like a devil - or at least thats what I think I looked like to them because of their expressions) and so before that I'm watching the kids get picked up by various people in their life and I'm thinking 'Gee, all those kids look so [glow=orange,2,300]HAPPY[/glow] that their parents, grandparents, or w/e bother to pick them up. See, my dads side of the family lives far far away (okay, like 1&1/2 hours) so we hardly see them, my mom has no living relatives that have much to do with her life, and the 'substitute' grandparents that my mom had (they sorta took her (pregnant with me) in after her parents died) we cut relationship with for some reason.
Anyway, their birthdays were in March & May so I really hate those times of the year, and I miss them around the holdays.
Back to what I was saying- so there are all these happy kids running to their parents/guardians and then here I am, waiting for my sister. I mean, really, PEOPLE WITH MS (the disease my dad has that he blames his problems on) SHOULD NOT HAVE KIDS (or marry for that matter). My dad can hardly remember anything about our lives! He has memory loss, balance issues, fatigue... the list goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on.... you get the picture?
So I am sitting here wondering why the .... sorry Daps... H--- I listen to him, and then I realize- B/C WE'VE HAD THE POLICE AT OUR HOUSE THREE TIMES B/C OF HIM!!! He was arrested for domestic violence. I had to call 911 while listening to my mom yelling and crying...
So thats what was bouncing in my head. I was thinking then, about this site and wondering if I am as obsessed about it as my dad is about his. Then I realize how I may get on (at most) an hour a day while my dad spends 10+ hours a day... no joke guys. He can't get up and read a story to my brother, or ask me how my day was, or even simply take care of his dishes when he was done, but he can certainly spend hours on that &(*#%&*(@#&$*(%&*#($&*#(%&*(%&*#(&*! site...
Those are my grievances with my life. Even before my dads site came along I was mad at him for him not noticing us. Now, its ten times worse.
And yet, somehow, I manage to do well in life.
