...and already I want to go back to Muncie. As a friend said "Your family is burning away the cool you developed last semester."
Okay. Drama from the Sib-thing:
-still hasn't told me about this son/daughter he might be having.
-going through post-graduation depression, wants therapy. Copycat much?
-doesn't think he'll make it in the job he's working at, too proud to work as a manager for Walgreens. (Dude, manager is a respectable job)
-hasn't done any chores since he got here, lays on the couch all day watching TV
-thinks he's got it rough
-complaining that high school was hard on him. HARD ON *HIM!* When he was the one making my middle/high school years a living hell and high school was hard on *him.* Considering that he caused most of my emotional scarring and neuroses, hard on HIM!
-interrupts me when I have something to add because I'm only 20 and "don't know." Right. I "don't know" what its like to be unemployed. I "don't know" what its like to be uncertain about my future. I "don't know" what its like to be scared about taking a big step.
-He's got this big, booming voice that says "your opinions don't count, puny mortal!"
Drama from the mama:
-She has created a new rule that I am not allowed to wear tank tops because they're "revealing" despite the fact that Bill has been walking around in boxers and no shirt since he got here. Double-standard much?
-Insists that I'm lazy, failing to see the lump of flesh laying on the couch doing even *less*
-In her roundabout way, *still* calling me fat.
-Still insists that she is the better dancer because she spent three years of her life studying dance and has been in suchandsuch number of performances and yada yada. Completely forgetting that, being her daughter, I have grown up with dance and therefore can at least match her abilities. And in bellydance, I kick her a** because I'm not a twig like she is.
-still hiding the fact that my brother knocked someone up
-can't see any improvements that I've made to myself. She's too busy being distracted by Bill's complaining. And my faults. Which I've had for two decades now.
-nag nag nag
-Currently mad at me for passing Comm 210. As opposed to getting an A.
-Despite being the one who told me to go into animation in the first place, keeps telling me to look for jobs elsewhere. When I told her that Bill has no right to complain, seeing as I'm going through the same thing, instead of offering sympathy, she nagged at me to get an internship or something. By the way, all the internships for animation are in California. And unpaid.
I'm sure that all this is Bill's fault. When it was just my parents helping me move out, the focus was on how good my paintings were, and what a great job I had done with my animation projects and video projects. ( [ur=http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=prthing2&search=Search]My YouTube Projects ) But once Bill came home, all the attention was on him and his problems. So once everyone got into problem-mode, they started pointing out mine, as well. And that doesn't cool down until like...months after he leaves usually. So I'm pretty much screwed for the rest of the summer. -_-
Thanks for listening. <3
 Gethsemane · Thu May 10, 2007 @ 03:34am · 1 Comments |
