okay, lets start off with the events of today:
this morning my mother decided to take the internet away from me for very reasonable reasons, i just wasnt happy. i mean, who wouldnt be when you have the same internet restrictions on christmas break that you did during school? ...that’s what i thought. but like i said, they were reasonable. so, i made myself some uber sweet tea and called James, and found out that i could go over to his house.
now, here’s where the butt of everything starts; i called my mother, and she decides that i should take my little brother, Beckett, with me. after he had decided to make fun of me this morning about the thing that my mother was reasoning with. (got him in trouble for that, it was some great fun of the day.) i said no, and she brought up the fact of christmas spirit. and, i quote myself; “christmas spirit...::laughs:: that left with Midterms.” and she said “yeeah, sure....call me when you find out everything.” and i hung up and called her back maybe five minutes later. “here’s your christmas spirit, i’ll bring him with me.” i could practically see her smiling so i was pretty happy at the moment, then called james back maybe 10-15 minutes later.
when i got over to james’ house, it was pretty nice. Mary attacked me, heh. ^^ love that child. but, something was wrong. guess who was being an ass by the end of the visit? you are correct, mi hermanito. Beckett. he has no manners when it comes to visits. james had to tell him to say goodbye to some people who had come to visit (the little shit.) him and james ganged up on me, when it was just a fight between me and james. (pillow fight that is.) and i was hurting, no one noticed though (thank god...it was only a little headache. or so i thought at the moment.) and guess what? i had babysitting to go to. oh yes, joy of all joys. Babysitting the Devils spawn who have the names of Sophie, Jack, and Patrick. but hell, i need the money.
ironic, i brought over the games Devil May Cry, and it’s sequel, DMC2 to play (and also Soul Calibur ll) little did i know what was ahead of me.
the children decided to play the game “water gun”. take a guess at what happened. ...if you know anything of the children i babysit, you are most likely correct in your guess. hell ensued. all sorts of hell. patrick then got sophie (the youngest, and the only girl) to join him in the game and filled a spray bottle with water. he ended up dumping it on her and she came screaming upstairs. this was a point in time that i was talking to MadKow and Zephadus on AIM. so, i told her to go change and that i’d give her my jacket just in case he did it again so her clothes wouldnt get wet, my jacket would. everything was pretty hell free for the rest of the night until my dad decided to come pick me up.
you know, i get usually some internet time for the day and i usually get it after babysitting. well guess who decided to be the fucking internet nazi of the fucking day? yes. mi papi.
god damnit, what the hell did i do to fucking deserve this HMM??? i let my brother come with me over to a friends house despite the fact that he’s a total social leper (in the etiquette way) and an ass, i babysat without bitching, i even let the child use my coat!!! but no, not even me holding a civilized conversation with my own father would convince him not to be a FUCKING ass. mom was right, my father and brother are uncannily alike. god damnit, i get to fucking live with two Chauvinistic Pigs, both non caring about other people in the same exact way and get mad whenever we point out that they’re exactly alike in personality. but hell, i have to put up with them.
to make my day even better, my dad decides to cut off the internet in the middle of a much needed conversation with MadKow. i was beginning to regain myself and was in a FUCKING GOOD MOOD!!! but no. i had to have a really bad day, my father decided that. well, yep. i’m writing this at 11:03 at night on my laptop, on AppleWorks. after breaking a promise to Arick in which i felt like shit over, my brother being a rude little ass, the children causing not so needed hell, and my father being yet a BIGGER ass if possible. now, tell me, why do bad days have to happen? tell me god damnit!!! tell me NOW!!! aaah shit i’m crying...i’ll post more on a later date.
mood: ....not so happy. nope. not at all. lonely, and terrible (for the Arick thing and for signing off in the middle of conversations)
Song: Kidnap the Sandy Claus - The Nightmare Before christmas (sung by Lock, Shock, and Barrel)
LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws
LOCK
I wanna do it
BARREL
Let's draw straws
SHOCK
Jack said we chould work together
Three of a kind
LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL
Birds of a feather
Now and forever
Wheeee
La, la, la, la, la
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights
SHOCK
First, we're going to set some bait
Inside a nasty trap and wait
When he comes a-sniffing we will
Snap the trap and close the gate
LOCK
Wait! I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up
LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL
Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years
Then see if he talks
SHOCK
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll be so pleased, I do declare
That he will cook him rare
LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL
Wheeee!
LOCK
I say that we take a cannon
Aim it at his door and then
Knock three times and when he anwers
Sandy Claws will be no more
SHCOK
You're so stupid, think now
I we blow him up into smithereens
We may lose some pieces
And the Jack will beat us black and green
LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL
Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Tie him in a bag
Throw him in the ocean
Then see if he is sad
