![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Sep. 11th, 2006 09:44 pmi am... pissed off about this weekend.
why?? because my brother's a thoughtless ass, my cousin dave thinks he's my keeper, and my cousin ariana thinks she's better than me because she's thinner. and yes, i do mean all of the above. and since it'll seem to be all imagined, i'm going to be left to be the ass in the whole thing.
first, we were going to be going out of town. it was going to be nice. we were going to rent a car because ours is a piece of shit that never runs. but that doesn't happen. instead, we crowd my fat ass, my brother's hulking bulk, and my two cousins (average sized) into the extra seats in a teeny girl's passat. fairly roomy... except, not for 5 people. not for the 5 hour drive to springfield illinois.
however, in the car, i'm being looked at by dave because he keeps imagining i'm saying things that are crude, rude and socially unacceptable. which i'm not. in fact, i'm on my best behavior, assholes. but, i must be doing something wrong because not only is he trying to get me to shut up and looking at me like i'm the scum of the earth, so is his sister. and she's looking at me like... "why'd you even come?"
once we get there, i finally find out that, no we didn't come for a party. and no, we're not staying in a hotel/motel/fleabag inn. we're staying in the girls' apartment. cue my shock. and chagrin, since i really didn't pack at all properly for that. also, i didn't pack the right clothes for playing volleyball, swimming, bowling, etc. i packed for a casual party. *cue thoughts of strangling older brothers*
so, after staying for 2 days and being treated like i'm ruining everyone else's fun, we drive home. another 5 hours in an overcrowded car. we left our car at my cousins' house, so when we go to start it... nothing. the battery's not dead. nothing like that. the engine's shit. LIKE IT HAS BEEN FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS BECAUSE MY BROTHER AND MY FATHER CAN'T START A CAR PROPERLY TO SAVE THEIR LIFE.
my brother starts cussing. and slamming doors. and generally acting like a spoilt brat who doesn't like it when his toy breaks. bastard. dave offers to drive us home. i accidentally leave my phone in our car because i'm too busy trying to see if i can start the car. no dice.
as we're driving away, my brother's still ranting and cussing. i say... "quit cussing. you knew the car was a piece of shite before we left." for that, i get him cussing at me even more, and dave going and being a little bitch at me for it.
excuse me. i'm sure that if i WASN'T nearly 21 years old, and dave WASN'T a lying little boy who's FAR younger than me, and i DIDN'T have an older brother AND a father... i'd ask dave's advice. BUT SINCE THINGS AREN'T LIKE THAT, I DON'T NEED HIS FUCKING OPINION AND ADVICE. i DON'T need my brother acting like I'M the one who pissed in his cheerios. and i SURE AS HELL DON'T need some pissant of a cousin looking at me like i'm spoiling her fun.
dammit! if you didn't WANT me to go to the damn thing, TELL ME THE FUCK BEFOREHAND SO I CAN TELL YOU TO GO SCREW YOURSELVES. i'm old enough to understand that i'm not wanted in certain places. and i SURE AS FUCK can go and do things ON MY FUCKING OWN.
why?? because my brother's a thoughtless ass, my cousin dave thinks he's my keeper, and my cousin ariana thinks she's better than me because she's thinner. and yes, i do mean all of the above. and since it'll seem to be all imagined, i'm going to be left to be the ass in the whole thing.
first, we were going to be going out of town. it was going to be nice. we were going to rent a car because ours is a piece of shit that never runs. but that doesn't happen. instead, we crowd my fat ass, my brother's hulking bulk, and my two cousins (average sized) into the extra seats in a teeny girl's passat. fairly roomy... except, not for 5 people. not for the 5 hour drive to springfield illinois.
however, in the car, i'm being looked at by dave because he keeps imagining i'm saying things that are crude, rude and socially unacceptable. which i'm not. in fact, i'm on my best behavior, assholes. but, i must be doing something wrong because not only is he trying to get me to shut up and looking at me like i'm the scum of the earth, so is his sister. and she's looking at me like... "why'd you even come?"
once we get there, i finally find out that, no we didn't come for a party. and no, we're not staying in a hotel/motel/fleabag inn. we're staying in the girls' apartment. cue my shock. and chagrin, since i really didn't pack at all properly for that. also, i didn't pack the right clothes for playing volleyball, swimming, bowling, etc. i packed for a casual party. *cue thoughts of strangling older brothers*
so, after staying for 2 days and being treated like i'm ruining everyone else's fun, we drive home. another 5 hours in an overcrowded car. we left our car at my cousins' house, so when we go to start it... nothing. the battery's not dead. nothing like that. the engine's shit. LIKE IT HAS BEEN FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS BECAUSE MY BROTHER AND MY FATHER CAN'T START A CAR PROPERLY TO SAVE THEIR LIFE.
my brother starts cussing. and slamming doors. and generally acting like a spoilt brat who doesn't like it when his toy breaks. bastard. dave offers to drive us home. i accidentally leave my phone in our car because i'm too busy trying to see if i can start the car. no dice.
as we're driving away, my brother's still ranting and cussing. i say... "quit cussing. you knew the car was a piece of shite before we left." for that, i get him cussing at me even more, and dave going and being a little bitch at me for it.
excuse me. i'm sure that if i WASN'T nearly 21 years old, and dave WASN'T a lying little boy who's FAR younger than me, and i DIDN'T have an older brother AND a father... i'd ask dave's advice. BUT SINCE THINGS AREN'T LIKE THAT, I DON'T NEED HIS FUCKING OPINION AND ADVICE. i DON'T need my brother acting like I'M the one who pissed in his cheerios. and i SURE AS HELL DON'T need some pissant of a cousin looking at me like i'm spoiling her fun.
dammit! if you didn't WANT me to go to the damn thing, TELL ME THE FUCK BEFOREHAND SO I CAN TELL YOU TO GO SCREW YOURSELVES. i'm old enough to understand that i'm not wanted in certain places. and i SURE AS FUCK can go and do things ON MY FUCKING OWN.
