"Sacred family! . . . The supposed home of all the virtues, whose innocent children are tortured into their first falsehoods, where wills are broken by parental tyranny, and self-respect is smothered by crowded, jostling egos." -August StrindbergThey are driving me crazy.
All day long I kept thinking "Justifiable homicide . . . a jury would never convict me."
The day did not start well. I got a little imsomnia again and Dad (who had it too) throws a fit and starts screaming this morning about how he'll never let me sleep in again. He yells at me to get up at 9:30 (not when I requested for a wakeup time), and it just went on from there. Mom chirps at me, "You want breakfast?" Not being a breakfast eater at all, I decline. But sure enough, they yell at me to come to breakfast, and then Mom is shocked and disappointed that I'm not hungry and don't want food, even though I said that I didn't want any breakfast in the first place.
The day's plans:
1. See Dance With Me.
2. Go to Office Depot to hunt for day planner for me (more on this later).
3. Eat.
4. Go to Macy's to look for sandals for me and swimsuit for Dad.
Here's how the day actually went:
1. See Dance With Me: The movie is pretty good. Fabulous dancing (I wanted to live in this movie and go to those clubs!), good acting, a few too many editing cuts and occasional silly plot things (you just took up ballroom and you win the competition? You just switched partners a week ago and you win the competition? Huh?), but it's so good you don't really care. Chayanne is, I'll be frank here, hot, hot, hot. Gorgeous boy. Dazzling smile. I spent the movie drooling over him. Kris Kristofferson is a jerkoff half the time, but that's typical. Anyway, great flick (especially if you loved Dirty Dancing).
2. Go to Office Depot: Let me explain this one first: Last year I found this great planner for students that had lots of note pages, plenty of room for assignments, places to list class information, e-mail addresses- in short, the works. I loved it. The problem now, however, is finding one of those for this year. I hadn't been able to find fillers for this planner at McWhorter's in town or at Costco. I gave up at McWhorter's and said I'd just buy a generic planner, but Mom said not to buy something that I didn't want, and she said we'd go by Office Depot and see if they had one.
They didn't. And all the planners there sucked even worse for my purposes than the one at McWhorter's. I couldn't even find the generic one from McW's there. I told Mom what I was looking for, but it musta gone completely over her head, because she kept looking for the exact stuff I said I didn't want. Anyway, we fought a lot, combed the store, still couldn't find my filler, or something else acceptable to buy, we all were practically growling at each other in the store. Mom eventually just said we'd go back to McW's.
Also saw a guy I went to high school with working there- somewhat embarrassing. Kinda sad that the only people I've seen that I knew from h.s. are the sad working stiffs. They look embarrassed to be working where they are. One chick I used to hang out with works at Wal-Mart, and she totally ignores me (and she had to wait on people I was with twice). Then again, I would too if I worked there- it's probably one of the redneckiest places in Liverbore.
3. Eat: Mom found an acceptable place (i.e. one Dad did not object to), only to discover it was closed. We wound up at Carl's Jr. after a lot of growling and screaming from Dad, and it just got worse while we were in there. To be honest, it took ALL my restraint to not start screaming at him to shut the *&$#@! up and stop being an asshole in front of everyone there.
And to top it all off, I went into the restroom and nearly threw up my lunch after seeing the conditions of it, in front of a bunch of dingbat teenage girls who probably thought I was bulimic. I have realized of late that I hate teenage girls. It's only been a few months since I was one, but my god! They're worse bimbos than I am, they're all in packs, they talk about idiotic things, and they're driving me crazy.
(Yes, I AM in a bitchy mood, and NO, it's not PMS.)
4. Go to Macy's: The sandal-buying part of the trip was good, in that I actually found some that I could walk in. Mom started driving me crazy again- she went to get a pair for me, I told her repeatedly, "Get the 7, don't get 6 1/2"- she brings back 6 1/2 and claims that's what I told her all along. My God.
Unfortunately for my dad's mood, we passed by the women's swimsuit section afterwards. $80 suits on sale for $20. Tons of bikinis. I had to try them on. Dad decided to choose this moment to throw a fit and decide that he won't get a new suit after all and he wants to leave. Mom somehow convinces him to let me try stuff on . . . and yes, I wound up getting a bikini for the first time in years. (I told you I was spoiled)
5. Go to McWhorter's in Pleasanton: Couldn't find the fillers there either, have now decided to call the company and order one.
6. Go home, thank God: Dad yells at me to clean up the computer desk, and screams at Mom outside, but thank God the football game's on and he's shut up.
And no, Kiwini (god, that's strange to use now) did not call yet.
I did leave a message last night, but it came out idiotic. I couldn't think of what to say other than "Call me back", which he already knew, duh- so I wound up blurting out, "Tag, you're it." I thought that was funny, but now I think I sounded like a idiot. I guess machines bring it out in everybody. I'm kinda perverse, though, in that I enjoy it when a guy sounds silly on the machine when calling me. I like to save the messages for a bit and giggle over them. The Moron used to sound really cute when he'd left a message, kinda babbling and whatever. Likewise, I got a somewhat similar thrill from listening to Kiwini's as he fumbled for what to tell me to do (to call him back, etc). After the parents had gone to bed I was watching SNL, and during the commercials I played his message again and giggled at the flattering parts, like "I really wanted to get down to Livermore this weekend."
Links to other sites on the Web
Graphic Station (phone, money, swearing)
Zoicite's Sailor Moon Home (e-mail)
And speaking of answering machines, has anybody got any really good joke answering machine messages? I lost my list, and will probably have to resort to using "A is for academics, B is for beer, one of those reasons is why I'm not here." Send yours to gr3ruth@pacbell.net.