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Dec. 11th, 2005 03:06 pm
HI. MI NAM IZ HGKA the 3rd.
I just got done watching Best Year Ever. Funny shit, funny shit.
Anyway, sorry for being dead lately. I've had TONS of projects and I've been at my dad's house every weekend since the week before Thanksgiving (and maybe before that too - I don't remember).
Anyway, a bunch has happened - my dad freaked out when I told him I was a Buddhist, I had a lousy Thanksgiving with 20,000 people at the house, Arianna had her baptism (the sermon the uy gave was hilarious, though he probably thought it was very holy), my dad's father-in-law is getting married (again) to his mother-in-law and they are moving out here, they are moving to Cumming, GA (xDD), and my dad, my grandma, and they parent-in-laws will all be nextdoor neighbors.
Anyway, the father-in-law here is an ASSHOLE. He cheated on his wife with some Thai or Vietnamese girl (or something) while on vacation last year and he got divorced. He just proposed to my dad's mother-in-law again, but he's STILL in contact with the woman he cheated on. Not only that, but he's REALLY rude to his wife. He treats her like shit constantly and I always have the feeling that he would beat on her if the family weren't around. >_>
My whole "family" over here has been playing Pitch lately (it's a card game that I find pretty stupid). Every night they play it, and every night there are arguments. You see, my dad is very competitive and is a poor loser and a poor winner. The same goes for his father-in-law, so it's like WWIII every night here. Plus my dad promises that my brother can play each night, then tells him "No, you should go watch TV." WTF?
Last night my brother wanted to play Monopoly and he went to the table where everyone was, and my aunt (who just came to GA last night for a week) and the father-in-law were talking to each other. My brother said "Hey, does anyone want to play Monopoly tonight after everyone is finished with dinner?" and my dad yells at him and says "TIM! No one wants to play Monopoly, okay?!" So my brother goes into the kitchen, almost in tears and I say to my dad "He was just asking, you don't need to be so friggin' rude." So my brother and I played War (with cards).
After that my grandma took us to Walgreens to get a watch battery, which they didn't carry. Then she was like "The malls close at 11! Let's go!" I was keen to getting out of the house for a while, so Tim and I went with her. Now, we arrived at about 9:45 and the mall closes at 10. Luckily, we were able to get a watch battery for her and then grandma bought me some socks (because she was convinced I needed them). We went home and my brother and I watched Terminator 2 until the family decided that it was time to go to bed (at about 12).
Now, my brother and I, because all the rooms are taken up at the house, have to sleep in the loft, which is the top story of the house, and is open to the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and the halls to the other rooms. In other words, we hear EVERYTHING that goes on in the house. So every morning, because I live in a house filled with old people, the father-in-law wakes up at 5AM and grinds fucking coffee! x_x And no, it's not a quiet grinder, it's one of those old ones that is so FUCKING LOUD. >___< So every morning I get waken up by the assholes of the family that don't respect other people's sleeping hours. I mean, I'd kind of understand if it were 8:30 or something, but 5AM?! BULLSHIT! X__x
Last night I had asked my dad to please, PLEASE ask the father-in-law to not grind coffee that early, but noooo. My dad is too much of a chicken shit to do that. X_x So once again, Tim and I are forced to wake up early to grinding coffee, bacon sizzling, and loud computer typing. It's not our fault that we've been kicked out of rooms! Why the fuck don't the old people get the loft so they don't wake everyone esle up! Where is the justice in Tim and I sleeping in the loft?!
Then the other day my brother and I get blamed for someone clogging the downstairs toilet! My dad says that I have to clean it up, and I'm thinking "NO WAY!" So then the mother-in-law goes downstairs, being forgetful, and steps in the water that has spilled out of the clogged toilet. So then she tells Cindy, and Cindy tells us "You guys go clean it up down there. You guys are the only ones that have been down there." Uh. No. That's a HUGE lie. The father-in-law had gone down there, our grandma went down there, and my dad went down there. I saw them go into the bathroom, so do NOT blame us without REAL proof. So Tim and I end up going downstairs and watching TV, and then Cindy comes down as says "You guys better clean this up." She turns off the TV, and she hands us a mop. I glare at her, roll my eyes, and turn on the TV. We ended up cleaning it up anyway, but she doesn't need to act like our mother 24/7. It's not just the fact that she makes us clean, it's that she acts like she knows everything about us when she doesn't know shit about us or about parenting.
Then of course, Tuesday night my brother had his Christmas play at school. Now I had to stay home and do projects, but my mom went with my brother and everyone on my dad's side of the family was supposed to come. Turns out they were looking at houses in Cumming ad didn't show up. They claimed to have been lost and showed up 10 minutes after everyone left, but knowing my dad, I doubt they remembered at all until it was too late.
I hate this damn "family". x_x It's so fucking screwed up. I want to go to my mom's house, but my dad won't give me a ride and my mom can't give me a ride.
Anyway, sorry for being dead lately. I've had TONS of projects and I've been at my dad's house every weekend since the week before Thanksgiving (and maybe before that too - I don't remember).
Anyway, a bunch has happened - my dad freaked out when I told him I was a Buddhist, I had a lousy Thanksgiving with 20,000 people at the house, Arianna had her baptism (the sermon the uy gave was hilarious, though he probably thought it was very holy), my dad's father-in-law is getting married (again) to his mother-in-law and they are moving out here, they are moving to Cumming, GA (xDD), and my dad, my grandma, and they parent-in-laws will all be nextdoor neighbors.
Anyway, the father-in-law here is an ASSHOLE. He cheated on his wife with some Thai or Vietnamese girl (or something) while on vacation last year and he got divorced. He just proposed to my dad's mother-in-law again, but he's STILL in contact with the woman he cheated on. Not only that, but he's REALLY rude to his wife. He treats her like shit constantly and I always have the feeling that he would beat on her if the family weren't around. >_>
My whole "family" over here has been playing Pitch lately (it's a card game that I find pretty stupid). Every night they play it, and every night there are arguments. You see, my dad is very competitive and is a poor loser and a poor winner. The same goes for his father-in-law, so it's like WWIII every night here. Plus my dad promises that my brother can play each night, then tells him "No, you should go watch TV." WTF?
Last night my brother wanted to play Monopoly and he went to the table where everyone was, and my aunt (who just came to GA last night for a week) and the father-in-law were talking to each other. My brother said "Hey, does anyone want to play Monopoly tonight after everyone is finished with dinner?" and my dad yells at him and says "TIM! No one wants to play Monopoly, okay?!" So my brother goes into the kitchen, almost in tears and I say to my dad "He was just asking, you don't need to be so friggin' rude." So my brother and I played War (with cards).
After that my grandma took us to Walgreens to get a watch battery, which they didn't carry. Then she was like "The malls close at 11! Let's go!" I was keen to getting out of the house for a while, so Tim and I went with her. Now, we arrived at about 9:45 and the mall closes at 10. Luckily, we were able to get a watch battery for her and then grandma bought me some socks (because she was convinced I needed them). We went home and my brother and I watched Terminator 2 until the family decided that it was time to go to bed (at about 12).
Now, my brother and I, because all the rooms are taken up at the house, have to sleep in the loft, which is the top story of the house, and is open to the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and the halls to the other rooms. In other words, we hear EVERYTHING that goes on in the house. So every morning, because I live in a house filled with old people, the father-in-law wakes up at 5AM and grinds fucking coffee! x_x And no, it's not a quiet grinder, it's one of those old ones that is so FUCKING LOUD. >___< So every morning I get waken up by the assholes of the family that don't respect other people's sleeping hours. I mean, I'd kind of understand if it were 8:30 or something, but 5AM?! BULLSHIT! X__x
Last night I had asked my dad to please, PLEASE ask the father-in-law to not grind coffee that early, but noooo. My dad is too much of a chicken shit to do that. X_x So once again, Tim and I are forced to wake up early to grinding coffee, bacon sizzling, and loud computer typing. It's not our fault that we've been kicked out of rooms! Why the fuck don't the old people get the loft so they don't wake everyone esle up! Where is the justice in Tim and I sleeping in the loft?!
Then the other day my brother and I get blamed for someone clogging the downstairs toilet! My dad says that I have to clean it up, and I'm thinking "NO WAY!" So then the mother-in-law goes downstairs, being forgetful, and steps in the water that has spilled out of the clogged toilet. So then she tells Cindy, and Cindy tells us "You guys go clean it up down there. You guys are the only ones that have been down there." Uh. No. That's a HUGE lie. The father-in-law had gone down there, our grandma went down there, and my dad went down there. I saw them go into the bathroom, so do NOT blame us without REAL proof. So Tim and I end up going downstairs and watching TV, and then Cindy comes down as says "You guys better clean this up." She turns off the TV, and she hands us a mop. I glare at her, roll my eyes, and turn on the TV. We ended up cleaning it up anyway, but she doesn't need to act like our mother 24/7. It's not just the fact that she makes us clean, it's that she acts like she knows everything about us when she doesn't know shit about us or about parenting.
Then of course, Tuesday night my brother had his Christmas play at school. Now I had to stay home and do projects, but my mom went with my brother and everyone on my dad's side of the family was supposed to come. Turns out they were looking at houses in Cumming ad didn't show up. They claimed to have been lost and showed up 10 minutes after everyone left, but knowing my dad, I doubt they remembered at all until it was too late.
I hate this damn "family". x_x It's so fucking screwed up. I want to go to my mom's house, but my dad won't give me a ride and my mom can't give me a ride.
