Monday, January 10, 2005

Shattered tears, and hot glass..
Let's just say today just shows me how the rest of my week is going to be. I don't know why, but today just sucked.

I woke up to hear my sister bitching at my little brothers. I got over it and fell back asleep after they left for school. Hours later, I wake again and get up. I grab a bowl of cereal and go into the living room to see what my sis it watching.

I take a few bites of cereal and smell something nasty. I look around the living room to see a pile of dog droppings. I stare at it for a little bit, in disgust and anger. So, I got up, went upstairs to grab toilet paper, and head back downstairs to clean it up. It wasn't one of those well-formed poopies..no, my puppy has the runs. But wait, it wasn't mushy. Rather, it had been sitting there for a long time for it to have solidity.

This, of all things, pissed me off the most. This meant that my sister, my 24 year old sister, let the pile of shit sit there long enough for the shit to get a solid form. And I had to fucking clean it up.

Then, she wanted to help me out by getting me out of the house and hang out. Which is nice, I never get to hang out with people because she's always just leaving me without asking me to come along. So I was all excited about getting to hang out. Well, the person we were supposed to hang out with called and made a big deal about bringing me along..Kellie tried to work something out (it had to do with having room in the car or something). But Sarah wasn't being cooperative. So I told Kellie not to worry about it. I was so pissed off that I just wanted to stay home. But I will let you know, if Sarah tries to explain herself, I'm going to tell her to go fuck herself. (This is why I do not have friends IRL, and why I seek no interest in having IRL friends)

But, that's not all. No, the kitchen sink was horrid. Dishes in both sides of the sink. And I ended up doing those and cleaning the kitchen. The living room, after smelling of shit and cleanser (I had to scrub the carpet), is a disaster. So I cleaned that room, and vaccumed.

Then, the kittens crawled up ontop of my mother's furniture and knocked over one of her very old snowglobes...shattering the crystal ball, and the porcelin ornament inside. The crystal globe was over 50 years old.

After having a stressful year that spilt over into this one, living with ridiculous family (sister, and mother at times), unable to get on my feet with college and a decent job so I can move out, and having no one to physically talk to...I broke down and cried. Everything that had been built up inside just rushed in all at once today. And I cried. I buried my face into a towel and sobbed. I'm still not done with crying.

My poor little brother, Kyle, was there to witness it. He didn't know whether to leave me alone or stay to try and comfort me. He was a bit of relief, telling me about how his bad day was at school and how he wished for one day, he could know everything the teacher asked him. Then, he got out his Corvette model and asked me to help him choose a color to paint it ^_^ There was some more relief.


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