"The easiest way for your children to learn about money is for you not to have any."-Katherin WhitehourWhat's been going on lately:
Thursday: Had our girls' night out. And no, we did not go clubbing! =( "We decided not to, because Patricia says she has nothing to wear and can't afford to buy anything." My suspicion is that Patricia didn't want to go dancing at all, but I'm not going to say anything there. Suffice it to say that I'm still kinda mad about that, because DAMMIT, I WANNA GO TO A CLUB! BEFORE I DIE, FOR GOD'S SAKE! I'm so jealous of Ami and Taquoa going to all these great places (S.F. on Friday, and they're going out again this weekend) and then going, "Sorry you're not 21." God, I finally find friends who like to dance, and I'm not old enough to hang out with them! Waaah!
Instead, we spent the night at the mall while Ami and Taquoa looked for clothes to go clubbing in. Patricia and I sat around a lot. Later we watched part of (we all went to bed eventually) the movie Bad Boys. Not a terrible evening, but being broke, young, mad, and jealous did get to me. Yes, I am obnoxiously selfish, why ever did you ask?
Weekend: Saw two plays, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and Lend Me A Tenor. Both were goofy and funny (especially Joseph, which is a helluva goofy show! Elvis Presley as the Pharaoh. Need I say more?). And both starred cute guys (Joseph had a body to drool for, biceps and six pack . . . oh my God. I felt like throwing him my room key. Max in the other play was pretty hot (not shirtless and married in real life though) too.) I just love theater boys. Most of them are cute, charming, funny, sing good, and romantic. Of course, they're all either gay, taken, or womanizers (99% of the guys I've met fell into one of those categories) too.
However, this lovely weekend was ruined by a certain member of my family- Auntie Dolores (you knew it had to be either her or my grandfather, didn't you?). Sunday night we have a big family dinner at Hungry Hunter (13 people- my parents and me, Les/Tammy/Justin, Ron/Laurie/Amanda, Laurie's parents, Ron's parents) to celebrate Ron's new job (switched police depts.). My aunt musta come there deliberately to piss people off, and she ruined a great evening.
Example #1: Tammy was passing Justin around the table, Uncle Bruce was holding him. My aunt was drinking a strawberry daquiri and decided to feed the foam off it to Justin.
D: "Oh, can I feed Justin this?"
Tammy: "No, he gets really bad gas from fruit."
D: "Oh, come on."
T: "No, he gets bad gas. No, do not feed it to him. Don't do it-"
Dolores plops it into Justin's mouth. Twice. As Tammy halfway yells at her not to. Steam was coming outta her ears.
Example #2: Auntie D. HATES all of Ron's women. Until he dumps them, anyway. I don't understand why she wanted him to get married so bad if she hates who he likes. Anyway, she REALLY has it out for Laurie because Laurie is no domestic goddess like my aunt. She can't cook, which to my aunt is a worse sin than anything. My mom's suspicion is that she hates her because "she's everything Dolores is not. She's skinny, has a life, while Dolores plays the domestic . . ." Anyway, I don't know what happened because I wasn't there at the time, but I heard that she said something that made Laurie cry. Then when everyone was downstairs, she then said, "I can take care of my son better than you can." REAL nice. Mom said, "If she could have hit Laurie, she would have." Evil evil woman.
Ron was also a pain in the ass (like mother, like son, I guess), telling Laurie's mother that he'd give Laurie back, then said he'd sell her for $20. I told Laurie to hit him and she said, "I will, later."
Today: In design class, we have to take an impressionist painting (I'm doing a Degas dancer) and redo it in an 8 inches by 8 inches format. Which is REAL tricky when the picture in the book you're using is 6x8 and a bit. The 8 bit being how long the body is. I had gotten it photocopied into a 6x8 format over the weekend, being as close as I could get to 8x8 without chopping her limbs off. Well, guess what? "You can't do that, he wouldn't like it, they're supposed to be 8x8." So I had to get it recopied with the legs of the dancer cut off! Oh, that's nice, a dancer with no legs. That just looks crappy!
On other ranting subjects . . . Like I said, I"m feeling jealous of Ami and Taquoa. They're practically best friends by now, going out to all the fun places, etc, I'm left out. It's giving me flashbacks to the first week of school, when I was rooming with Lisa and she and I and Elena went to the store. They agreed on practically every food, and became buddies in like two days, then wanted to live together. I'm having those feelings again of "But why don't they like me?" Not that I'm not happy they like each other, but I'm now like the whining younger sibling as the older ones go off somewhere. Not that I haven't had that quick bonding thing with a roommate too (Sarah, although now with Hardeep in the mix, I don't see her alone like I used to), but I guess I miss it.
You know, it's totally different when you meet someone when they're coupled as to when you meet them when they're single and then become coupled. You met the person when they and their SO are a unit, so you're used to it. But when you meet someone single (yes, this is about Sarah), hang with them all the time, and later they become a couple, you have to adjust to not seeing them very much (and when you do, they're with their security blankie/SO), not being able to tell them anything you wouldn't want the SO to hear, etc. Not that Hardeep is bad about that stuff (I don't think he pays attention really), but it occurred to me when I was on the phone with her that this had been the first time in months that I'd been able to talk to her about certain things without interruption. (She and Hardeep play-fight CONSTANTLY) I'd missed it. And then Hardeep came in and she had to get off the phone. (Sigh) This reminds me of some article a single chick wrote somewhere about one of her friends getting married and she thought that she had to dump her because she was a unit now. But it turned out she was the same person still, so it worked out okay. Lucky her. And at least her friend didn't make her feel bad for still being single or try to fix her up. Although traveling in a pack of three (like I do whenever I see S&H) musta been interesting.
I was asked today to give an update on "how's school; how's life; how's the love-life..?" Well, I've covered the rest here, but as for my love life . . . I'll quote what I wrote back:
"There is absolutely none. Then again with how things have gone lately when I had one (or thought I had one), this is probably a good thing."
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I'm not allowed to use the credit card.
Both my checking accounts are cleaned out.
My dad could only give me $60 to replace all the money I spent (although a lot of it was not my fault), that is what I'm left with for the next three weeks.
I have to buy a wedding present for Sarah and Hardeep, if I ever find out (with the invitation, I assume) what I'm supposed to get. With my money.
I'll have to pay for a cab to get to the wedding and back, because it is in the boonies, on a Sunday (no buses).
Plus, the girls want to go to the movies and things like that.
Frankly, I'm worried if I'll last two weeks even if I buy nothing fun.
I am not used to us not having money. My dad now loses it if I tell him I've spent ANYTHING, much less EVERYTHING. I'm starting to lie every time he asks how much I've got. And this weekend he lost it over a $5, 5 minute phone call to Anna in SLO. He told me I'd have to "cut it down." That's when I started screaming, "HOW CAN I CUT IT DOWN FROM FIVE MINUTES?", and "I CAN'T NOT CALL PEOPLE BACK, FOR GOD'S SAKES!" Demma and Anna, I've got a suspicion that next year I'll be forbidden from making ANY calls, period. My mom said to me afterwards, "That's not as much of a problem as he's making it out, he's just worried." She then said that "we'll have to go without extras from now on." My God. Extras are my only fun.
Here's a frightening thought I had: "God, I wish I could get a job this summer." And I thought those words would never come outta MY head. But noooo. Nothing to get that isn't food-ish in Liverbore, parents won't let me work here in the summer, and I'm not staying in either place long enough anyway. I'm so jealous of Lisa being able to work for a family friend whenever she's home for however long she's there. The only job I ever heard of in Livermore like that is doing deliveries for The Moron's mother, and THAT one's completely outta the question.
I'm going to turn into The Moron. Work and school all day long with no life. My God! This is my nightmare.
End of the gravy train . . .
Links to other sites on the Web
Graphic Station (show, train)
SheriBerry Graphics (ballerina)
By Design (complaints)
Wow, wasn't this one whiny today? I can hear the PMS cracks going already.
I remember hearing about some web page that was "Send me a dollar." And people actually did it! Hmmm, maybe I should try this out?
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