Sometimes I Hate People

My Soap-Operatic Life

"I would take the people who enjoy being with people and put them on an island. Then the rest of us would have a lot more room." -Daria Morgendorffer

Well, I went home this weekend, and it was about as fun as it usually is- yell, yell, bitch, bitch, guilt trip. Dad starts screaming at me from the minute I put my stuff into the car- he had a problem with the amount of stuff- I had homework to do, for chrissake, what's he expect me to do? And the hits just kept on coming . . . I wanted to go hang out with my cousins on Sunday, but thanks to Mom's little blood feud with my aunt, that one went out the window. Dad was not at all fun to deal with. I swear, he's getting senile fast. Stupider and stupider. And Mom started sniping at me while we were at the drugstore about how I never called Kiwini- so not what I wanted to hear, I'm over that, please. Also ran into a chick I knew from high school- she said "I'm still in Livermore (at Lost Potential)" the way that the smart kids do when they're stuck there, envious that they're not gone. If I had been forced to go to LP, I think I'd be completely insane by now, I'm not kidding. I had a hard time putting up with them this weekend. Oh, and Mom gets in a snit today for these things: 1. I don't want her to use her hairdryer in my bathroom while I'm trying to use the sink, 2. she didn't want me to read the newspaper in my pajamas, 3. she gets upset that I don't want to help her in the kitchen (I never do, why is this a surprise to her? Who WOULD want to?), and 4. she was mad that I stayed in my room after eating and didn't talk to her. (They were screaming again, that's why I went in my room.) Then in the car tonight Dad starts screaming over some trivial thing and says the word goddamn approximately 12 times in a minute. Just every other word. I don't mind swearing, but hearing the same word over and over and over again drives me up the wall. So under my breath I muttered "goddamn you." (look, he was REALLY getting on my nerves) I leave the rest to your imagination. And then they wonder why I don't want to come home?

Best part of the weekend: dreaming about Jensen. It was a good one. We were talking on the phone, flirtatious, etc., and at one point I say something like, "Why don't you come up here and ravish me?" And he says, "I'll be right over."
I'm not going to say any more after that.

Oh, and my little weekend hobby: going through my old teenage magazines, looking for those articles on "does he like you." I finally found some stuff and went through the checklist:

If he's interested, he may:
* smile at you whenever he gets a chance.
* stare at you whenever he thinks you're not looking. Happened on the bus on Thurs!
* compliment your stuff.
* sit or stand near you on the bus or cafeteria. Again, last Thurs. the bus! Never seen him in the cafeteria. And what about that medieval times lecture . . .
* tease you.
* "accidentally" bump into you.
* laugh at your jokes. Hasn't happened, but then again I don't think I've told any around him. Any good ones, anyway.
* help you pick up stuff when you drop it. Haven't dropped anything around him. Smacks of hanky-dropping, doesn't it?
* hear through a third party that he likes you.
* volunteers for a committee you're on. Actually, this one's MY department.
* looks at you when he talks even though there are others present.
* says hi when he passes you in the halls.
* offers you his food/stuff. No stuff around to offer though.
* keeps asking you questions.
* he's always around/tailing you. Again, this one's MY department.
* he suddenly turns speechless. Not really, unless you count him talking to the other chicks on the bus more while sneaking glances at me.

If he's not interested, he may:
* look away when you talk to him.
* turns around when you come in his direction.
* says he has no time or is busy when you ask him for help or info. Uh, that would NOT be fitting in his job description! He'd better not!
* pretends not to hear you when you talk to him.
* doesn't smile back.
* talks about other girls.

So . . . we pretty much do the same things, with a few glaring exceptions on the part of moi.

Speaking as a person who has never REALLY been in a couple (I've been more in-name-only and everything-but-name), why the hell is it that everyone who gets a boyfriend (or girlfriend, whatever) then spouts to the single ones, "You'll find the right one, just wait!" I mean, how the hell do YOU know that about me? It's not your life. Just because you've got someone does not mean that everyone else is going to get one too. And then they get all optimistic and perky . . . Anna has become like that, and it's very frightening. One less warrior on the side of evil . . . If I ever get someone (i.e. the world comes to an end), remind me NOT to go around "reassuring" others as to what's going to happen to them, because I don't know shit.

Not that that is ever going to happen, though . . .

Which reminds me, one guy on Spotfans and I are hammering out the details of a bet. He bets that I'll get a boyfriend by the end of the year, I (obviously!) disagree. The impasse here is that he wants me to set the bet terms, and I just can't do it . . . I feel guilty about taking all his money (or whatever)!

Suggestions, anyone?

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