Really, today was just quite shit.
My face is still swollen, though at least it has gone down considerably.
I stayed up for 24+ hours yesterday/this morning, not just because I had nothing better to do, but for a good cause, which was StickAid 2010. When I finally got to bed, I got woken up five hours later. Not really what I thought my victory sleep would be. I went to bed thinking today will be a good day because of all the good things that happened last night, but boy was I wrong. First, my grandma tells me to get dressed, and that we're going somewhere with my grandpa. I told her I didn't want to because I was really tired, my face was still swollen, and I wasn't feeling good, which is all the complete truth. She leaves, and I go back to bed, thinking yayyy more sleep, but no, five minutes later, she comes in, bitching at me to clean about a billion and one things, even though I cleaned everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, the day before(before Stickaid started). Surely, nothing could have gotten incredibly dirty after a day and a half, honestly. So, she and my grandpa leave(thankfully, at least I had the house to myself for most of the day), and I start my Cinderella duties. I honestly would NOT be complaining like a teenaged brat, if it weren't for the fact that there are two other people in this house who are 19 and 20, and do not do a THING around this house. Never. Ever. At all. They inhabit this house, just like I do. They eat in this house, just like I do. They use the bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, the loft, the living room, just like I do, but I am the one who is always told to do everything. I'm not even exaggerating, really. Nineteen and twenty year old females and the live like they are 3. I just get so frustrated about the fact that I always seem to have to stay home on the weekends and do my Cinderella duty, while everyone else in the household can go out and be merry and not have to care about anything. God, sometimes I even have to clean up stuff that my grandpa made a mess out of. And my grandparents aren't even old. They are healthy, lively, and most people think they are my actual parents. I just...ugh, I really don't want to sound like a whiney brat, and I know that's probably what I sound like, and you know what, right now, I don't care. I know "life isn't fair", but come on, it would be nice to have a little bit of help around the house. Listen to me! I sound like I'm the one who owns the damn house! I go to school all week and I work my ass off trying to get a good education, and keep up good grades. I go to school early in the mornings, to mid-day. I don't work yet, but I've been desperately looking for a job. When I want to relax and watch t.v., read, play music, draw, or just you know, ACTUALLY get some sleep, which I never do, I get bitched at like I'm a lazy, piece of crap who does absolutely nothing. I'M the one who is the most responsible, I'M the one who is polite, I'M the one who has been acting like an adult far before I reached 18, yet I'M the one who still has to tell my grandma whenever I'm leaving the house. My 19 year old cousin who bums off of living at this house, doesn't have a job, and doesn't really go to school. Like, she's enrolled in this adult school, but all she does is sit at a computer in the class. She never has homework, or papers to write, or what seems like, no reason to even think. She then proceeds to stay out incredibly late with guys, or sometimes doesn't even come home for days. She parties, goes through like, a guy a day, and some how, though she doesn't have a job, she has a constant supply of cigarettes and pot. Bullshit. I know she's 19....but my house isn't a place you can just invade because your dad kicked you out in LA, make it smell like cigarettes, and come and go as you please. This is my home. I've never lived any place else. I don't have much to complain about my 20 year old cousin, because she does go to a community college and work all day, so I give her props for that, but we all live in this house for free, but yet she does nothing to show any thanks to my grandma for letting her live here. She hardly even speaks to anyone in this house, and will only clean "her" room, but nothing else. Then she also goes out and parties and drinks and I just 3q425trduhwrthf;kjt$W%@ I just don't know why people do shit like that. She just lives here because she doesn't want to pay to have a place of her own.
I'm just fed up. I love my grandma, she's done everything for me, but I'm sick of living here if I'm just going to be treated like crap; like I'm the unappreciative one. I miss when the house was just me, my grandma, and my grandpa. Things were quite good, then all this "family drama" came into play.
So, pretty much, today consisted of a lot of cleaning, a lot of grumbling to myself, and much crying. I think the crying was really due to the fact that I was so incredibly tired and delirious from staying up for over 24 hours straight. I was flipping through the channels on the t.v. once I had finished cleaning and giving my dogs baths, and the endings of a stupid Hannah Montana episode was one, and it was families telling their fathers/sons/uncles/mothers who serve/d in the war that they miss them, and I just started streaming tears for merlin's sake. I changed the channel quickly anyway, because Miley Cyrus' voice makes me want to pull a Van Gogh. I found a channel where the movie UP had just started, and it literally took the movie 10 minutes to reduce me into a sobbing mess. Christ, I'm pathetic sometimes.
I'm sorry, if you read this, cheers, if you didn't, I don't blame you, this is more for my own personal venting use, because I had no where else to say anything, or any one to talk to, because my best friend is kind of being an extreme bitch today, but she's sick and she usually gets really obnoxious when she's sick, so I just vented all on here. It gives me a topic for my everyday blog at least, because other wise the entry today would be "slept a lot. it was hot. I'm shite at writing blogs. blah blah blah." So, any one did read this, bless you, and I'm sorry for taking up your time.
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