On my back and tumbling...
God damn it, I'm reminded why I like David here so much. He left today for California for a week. But let me explain something...
David's plane leaves at 6:30 a.m. So we have to be up by 3-3:30 in the morning and out the door by 4:00. I then have to drive for an hour after I've just been waken up, drop off David, and then drive another hour home to be there by about 6:00. Unfortunately, I'm a night owl. And we night owls like to sleep in, therefore we like to stay up late. I was up until nearly 1:30 last night and so I only had an hour and a half of sleep. Now I've woken up at around 10:30--so let's say six accumulative hours of sleep when I'm used to more like nine--and start getting dressed and ready to go job hunting. I'm so tired I have to go to waffle house to get myself some coffee cause my mother only keeps decaf in the house. Then I get distracted by a call from my friend who's in emotional duress--something of which I am NOT going to discuss here. So by the time I get home, nearly 2 in the afternoon, I discover my mother has called three times and is very agitated by the fact that she thinks I've slept in until one in the afternoon.
Okay, for one--do NOT expect me to do a favor for you and take your boyfriend to the airport at FOUR IN THE MORNING and NOT expect me to sleep in. Consider it your payment. Grant me this one thing. But since I got up, I'm okay with getting up, since I did it naturally. However, her presuming that I've slept in and then being agitated is completely out of hand.
And then she starts complaining about David being up for an hour before he left this morning. I explained that the dog pulled one of the infa-red collar's loose and it is now lost so she can't go through the dog door and he was looking for it. As soon as she heard this, she started getting angry. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't he tell me? I could have been searching, you could have been searching. This is a fucking nightmare! I want you to search, and I want you to actually SEARCH. I don't want you to wander around and just be a puts and not find it. Find it. If you don't I'm going to mad. I'm so mad. Why didn't he tell me?"
You wanna know why he didn't tell you? Because you react like that. You are a bitch. Get over it.
Errr. Now I have stuff to do. I have to clean my bedroom and bathroom (both total disaster zones), clean the kitchen again, vacuum and then sweep the kitchen. I mean, for fucks sake, we are PAINTING. She's stressed about her mother getting here and making a comment about us having a messy house. But we're in the middle of a huge project. When she's in the middle of a SMALL project her house is a mess. And shit, why can't you just point that out to her? That'll shut her up. God, mom hates her mother and I hate mine. How'a bout that? I mean, fuck. If you're not even going to say, "Thanks for getting up so early to take my boyfriend to the airport", then how do you think I'm going to react to this? I'll do the best I can with the things that have highest priority to me, but if I don't get them done then DEAL WITH IT.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You know, to hell with college right now. I just want out.
David's plane leaves at 6:30 a.m. So we have to be up by 3-3:30 in the morning and out the door by 4:00. I then have to drive for an hour after I've just been waken up, drop off David, and then drive another hour home to be there by about 6:00. Unfortunately, I'm a night owl. And we night owls like to sleep in, therefore we like to stay up late. I was up until nearly 1:30 last night and so I only had an hour and a half of sleep. Now I've woken up at around 10:30--so let's say six accumulative hours of sleep when I'm used to more like nine--and start getting dressed and ready to go job hunting. I'm so tired I have to go to waffle house to get myself some coffee cause my mother only keeps decaf in the house. Then I get distracted by a call from my friend who's in emotional duress--something of which I am NOT going to discuss here. So by the time I get home, nearly 2 in the afternoon, I discover my mother has called three times and is very agitated by the fact that she thinks I've slept in until one in the afternoon.
Okay, for one--do NOT expect me to do a favor for you and take your boyfriend to the airport at FOUR IN THE MORNING and NOT expect me to sleep in. Consider it your payment. Grant me this one thing. But since I got up, I'm okay with getting up, since I did it naturally. However, her presuming that I've slept in and then being agitated is completely out of hand.
And then she starts complaining about David being up for an hour before he left this morning. I explained that the dog pulled one of the infa-red collar's loose and it is now lost so she can't go through the dog door and he was looking for it. As soon as she heard this, she started getting angry. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't he tell me? I could have been searching, you could have been searching. This is a fucking nightmare! I want you to search, and I want you to actually SEARCH. I don't want you to wander around and just be a puts and not find it. Find it. If you don't I'm going to mad. I'm so mad. Why didn't he tell me?"
You wanna know why he didn't tell you? Because you react like that. You are a bitch. Get over it.
Errr. Now I have stuff to do. I have to clean my bedroom and bathroom (both total disaster zones), clean the kitchen again, vacuum and then sweep the kitchen. I mean, for fucks sake, we are PAINTING. She's stressed about her mother getting here and making a comment about us having a messy house. But we're in the middle of a huge project. When she's in the middle of a SMALL project her house is a mess. And shit, why can't you just point that out to her? That'll shut her up. God, mom hates her mother and I hate mine. How'a bout that? I mean, fuck. If you're not even going to say, "Thanks for getting up so early to take my boyfriend to the airport", then how do you think I'm going to react to this? I'll do the best I can with the things that have highest priority to me, but if I don't get them done then DEAL WITH IT.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You know, to hell with college right now. I just want out.
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