Saturday, July 14, 2007

I'm Up, I'm Up...dated.

so, here i am. Updating. At fucking 8:30 in the morning.

You see, it's my sister's birthday today. Apparently they beleive that this changes the fact that i need to sleep. I even told them all yesterday that they could open the freaking presents without me; i didn't care. For some reason, listening to me proved an alien concept to anyone in my family, and at 8 o'clock my brother and sister were poking me and laughing. When I didn't respond well to that, they went off to tell on me to my dad. He woke me up and is mad at me because I told him I hated them, which considering that they woke me up in the crappiest way imaginable and how my sister won't shut the hell up about how she's getting her damn phone a year earlier than I did because HER grades are perfect, isn't a totally inacurate statement. Seventeen minutes later, I was back upstairs and, like I knew was going to happen, I can't fall back asleep. I mean, I've seen her open twelve years worth of presents (i was asleep downstairs for this one). Why the hell do i need to see someone tear wrapping paper off boxes? Why does my mom see it as so horribly insensitive that I would rather sleep in, have her open the presents at the exact time SHE wants to, and have me in a good mood when I get up, thus making her birthday that much better instead of watching my sister scream over gifts that in a couple of weeks she'll forget she owns (besides the cell phone, of course. My dad the genius put us on a shared minutes plan and she's already been berating me about not using "her minutes" for weeks) and be in a shitty mood for the rest of the day?

As you can see, I have a reason to hate my family.

5 comments:

Joepoe said...

Yes, love and hate are not necessarily mutually exclusive things, a term which I don't feel like defining. Besides, the opposite of love is appathy, not hate. Anyways. The whole, LETS SEE OUR PRESENTS AT 8 IN THE MORNING THING? I don't know many people that get up at 8:30 on their B-day to open presents. Christmass, yeah, but your birthday? On my birthday, I feel I have the right to sleep in at least until 1 in the afternoon. I mean that is present number 1 right there! Anyways, thanks for deleting that comment from the last post. So I had this dream last night. Actually, it is kind of interesting. This kid who is my brother's best friend is sleeping in our cabin. He saw me drinking a coke last night at 11:00, and I have only had 2 cokes this summer. He told me cokes at night give you nightmares. I, of course, told him my usuall answer that I rarely dream. But this morning, I hate to say that I did have a nightmare. I was with Marilyn, you know, the Asian girl that sometimes comes to the band room in the morning. Anyways, we were like detectives or something, except we weren't armed. We busted into this house and got attacked by three people, all of which attended our school. Anyways, she killed the first one and then she was killed. Then I killed the other two in a very vicious battle that involved me disarming one of them who was holding two dirks. When I finally killed them, I was both relieved that I was still alive and upset that I had just killed a bunch of people. Anyways, it was quite a nightmare! Quite violent. So yeah. I lost my charger about a week ago. I couldn't use my computer all week until my dad bought me another charger, and they are REALLY expensive! Also, I started reading that book, Owen Meany. I've gotten through the first 200 pages, but it is SO BORING! And if it isn't boring, it is weird. Why is it that almost every book we have ever read for school has weird sex themes in it? I remember in "Warriors Don't Cry" from last year, that girl, Melba, got raped by an angry white guy over the whole integration thing when she was 9 years old. Then, in x last year, we had a book about two Japanese people, and they have sex. Not to mention all the references tot he one Japanese girl's breasts. I remember one description "They were like playful animals those breasts of hers" Ack! love and sex in books just isn't my thing. To me, sex is a nice thing. But every single thing in life has to have something to do with sex. Books are supposed to be the one get away. I mean lets face it, I do like a good Japanese breast, but reading about it doesn't really turn me on. And reading about it for school is like a total waist of my time. Aren't I supposed to be learning when I read? And if I wanted to learn even more about Japanese breasts, aren't there better sources to turn to? With pictures and all? As if I don't already know enough about Japanese breasts? Anyways, Owen Meany seams to have topped it so far. Incest! A word which if you are not familiar with, I don't really feal like familiarizing you. Suffise it to say the main character wants to have sex with his cousin. And the author throws the occasional "fuck" in the story. I get so many "fucks" in my own life, why do I need it in a novel? And you wonder why I like Harry Potter. I mean I don't particularly care for the part where Harry kisses Cho Chang either, but at least J K Rowling doesn't spend pages at a time on Cho's breasts! Ack! I hate school books. And then there is the Christian element. Every school book hast to have Christianity involved in it. It is as if Bush made some law in which every single school book has to involve a pro-Christian moral. I am a Christian, but as a liberal, I don't particularly care for this. If I want to hear about Christianity I can just read the bible.

Also, you using the word fuck in your posts gives me silent permission.

Elizzy said...

lol
i'm glad i'm the youngest! i get to be the annoying one ^_^

ya no one in my family listens to me either. i'll say somthing and no one responds of listles and then a few minutes later one of my sisters will say the same thing and they will listen to her. it stinks.

but at least ali, you didn't have to get up at 6 in the morning to get to the airport for a 10:25 flight that we boarded at 9:45, didn't take off untill 12, and didn't land until 9. now that stinks!!! and italy/switzerland is 6 hours ahead of PA, so it feels like 1 o'clock instead of 7!!

to me, 8 is sleeping in!!! lol, pathetic, i know!!
evil sisters with perfect grades!!!

Sam said...

While it is a little annoying that you have to wake up earlier than normal, it is your sister's birthday. It's one day out of the year when you should do something for your sister, you know?

Hate is also a really strong word, and to use it to describe your feelings toward your family is really mean, especially on your sister's birthday.

Also just because you have to wake up earlier than normal doesn't mean you have to be miserable. If you try to have a good attitude about the whole thing it usually seems better. I'd have to say that even though waking up earlier makes your day worse, that doesn't mean it has to make your sister's day worse.

Sam said...

While it is a little annoying that you have to wake up earlier than normal, it is your sister's birthday. It's one day out of the year when you should do something for your sister, you know?

Hate is also a really strong word, and to use it to describe your feelings toward your family is really mean, especially on your sister's birthday.

Also just because you have to wake up earlier than normal doesn't mean you have to be miserable. If you try to have a good attitude about the whole thing it usually seems better. I'd have to say that even though waking up earlier makes your day worse, that doesn't mean it has to make your sister's day worse.

Joepoe said...

Being made to wake up early in the morning is like one of the most horrible things in the world. And I will be suffering tomorrow. Tomorrow, which I may or may not have spelled correctly, is my little brother's birthday! Tomorrow I will be getting up at about 5 and a will be sure to write you a nice long letter of empathy after I take my nap!

As for YOU, Sam. You're the younger. The younger always gets whatever the hell they want! We oldest sibblings suffer at the hands of our own personal inferiors. My brother and his best friend, who happens to be 4 hours older than my brother are sleeping over tonight. And after I endure that, I still have to put up with all the damn 13 year olds.

Sam, you annoy me with all your optimism. Not that I am not an optimist myself. Its just that you should no that women are very moody, fickle, and bipolar. One moment they may say that they hate someone, and the next, they are their bff. You should never take them seriously. No offense, Ali.

Back to Ali: Ew! My brother just asked me if I am writing to my girlfriend. Anyways

Goodbye