Hurricane Isabel was a big deal a decade ago... let's go Irene
Buckle up East Coast. Hurricane Irene is scheduled to hit MD on Sunday, supposedly around 10 am. New York is unfortunately facing the brunt of the storm, but hopefully they’ll be alright. School will probably be delayed too, lucky.
Our closet of cereal and many packs of water bottles should keep us going for a while. [My house is fit for survival during a zombie apocalypse.] I dread going to work that day though. It really shouldn’t be allowed if weather is gonna be really bad. Public transportation is likely to go down at some point as well, so that takes out… oh. Just three people I think haha. Still sucks.
Here’s a thought. East coast complains a lot for things that don’t happen to them much. Like earthquakes? We make a big fuss [except VA, they have a right] about a small rumble. The west coast is all ‘whatevs’ about those, they have much more dangerous quakes to worry about. Same with hurricanes, we don’t get them much, but when we do, it’s like mass panic. But I’ll leave this one alone, ‘cause Irene’s supposed to be pretty bad. Category 4?
I get a job so I can start saving money. My parents agree with it. Initially. Now they say I’m wasting my time, toiling hours just for 800-900 bucks a month. Mother says ‘You’re father can bring $1000+ home just with one check.’ Mother why are you even comparing my dad to me. My job isn’t going to become my life. This is so I can have a shred of independence and stop asking for money from you. Also, you tell me to stop working so much, but yet you ask me for my paychecks. I know you can’t pay your fucking bills, which is why you need my money. I think you should face defeat and give up this piece of wood of a house. It’s the most useless shelter that’s ever been given to me. I don’t care if you want to show off. You can show off in a small house with having nice furniture in it. Size gives you jack shit. It’s the fat on a person’s body. I hate your ego. You know we’d be better off without it. You know we’d be able to have money again. I may be over dramatic, but that’s only because I get my information from whispers and phone calls from companies asking about debts. You get a loan to buy a new used car. How are you going to pay for it, tell me. But you know what fuck that. Because getting a loan for a $2000 car means you can’t pay for my college tuition. At least Holly can pay her own rent now. But when the time comes for me to go, how are you paying then? Mother you insist on buying snacks all the time. We don’t need it. I dont’ care if it was on sale, we are never going to get rid of all the food in the house because you keep buying more. All we do is waste this shit. Why not buy it when we run out? I’m sure that would save quite a bit of money annually from food costs.
College. Yes I’ve realized I’m going to college for real in the spring. As already stated, you can’t pay for it. That’s why I need all the financial aid I can get. I’m not gifted enough to receive full scholarships. But you know what. I got that email a week ago. I told you. I gave you the fax number. Did you mail the documents? No. Do I know where those documents are? No. Can you please get your ass up and get this piece of paper out for me so I can receive some help. You tell me Okay I’ll go do that. Next day I ask you but you seem to be awfully good at ignoring most of the things that come out of my mouth. And you ask why I get impatient at you.
Taiwan. Or MC. Make up your goddamn mind. First you tell me I’m going to Taiwan. I can help my uncle at his company. I say okay when do I quit my job? You say maybe September. Later you tell me to consider enrolling in MC. Because you don’t want me to waste my life on this job. Because it’s better to prepare for the spring rather than save up money that’ll help me in the future. Except I can’t really do that because I don’t even know if you can afford MC. I ask and you shrug and give an answer of ‘the tuition is alright. Cheaper than UMD.’ Oh okay. So can you pay or not? Also, should I enroll or not? Vague answers. I wait a day or two. Ma give me an answer, do you want me to apply for MC or not. Classes start in September. It’s mid-August. You shrug. I’m busy and I’m fucking tired because I’ve been doing things and cleaning and getting less than 6 hours of sleep a day. Wait. You just told A&S I might go to Taiwan. Are you just saying that or do you mean it. Btw I’m going to apply for MC tomorrow, but today I’m cleaning my room ‘cause you told me to. Next day Dad asks if you got the plane tickets yet. I sit up and say What the fuck I was about to apply to MC. What the fuck do you think you’re doing. You want me to apply for a college, get me plane tickets, and fucking ditch out or something? What. Am I doing. Can I have a clear answer. It’s one week before August ends and I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Fuck you two.
Yes. It’s a guy. Yes, I’d like to hang out with him without my sister trailing behind. You should be happy I even bother telling you I’m going out. Most people don’t bother. Most parents don’t stress too much about it. I can make my own decisions. Let me mess up my own life I’ll learn from it later. That’s why they’re called life experiences. You trust Holly more because ‘she’s in college.’ Whoop de fucking do. She goes to college where she can do anything she wants without telling you. How’s that any better at all. Random people come over all the time and she doesn’t blink, but the moment I ask to go somewhere I’m immediately shot down because I must live 5 more months before I turn into responsibility.