Thursday, May 19, 2005

Would joining the Dark Side require a uniform change?
See, I dunno if knowing my uncle has bigger problems than me makes things any better.


I dont know if he will forget about me because of all the other stuff going on, or will he concentrate on me to take everything out on/to ignore everything else, which involves more than one person, thus meaning he has lesser chances of controle as opposed to one 20 year old girl?



I almost died, when I found out the exact context in how my uncle learned about my school plans. There was an argument, where he was yelling about how he doesnt have controle over the kids (Not a new subject *rolls eyes*) when my aunt yelled that he's such a controle freak that everyone would do anything to get away from him. Hell, *insert neices' name here* is applying to a school practically across the country, to get away from you.


Me: WRONG ANSWER!! >:o


While I was babysitting yesterday, the baby fell down some steps and got a huge bump on his head. =\


After the mom came back, I ran to the house, to get antiseptic stuff for the baby, and I ran into the house and into my uncle, which was not...yeah. The way he greeted me, it sounded funny, like it had way too much hidden meaning for my good health, and it really threw me off and pushed me past extreme anxiety and yeah. I breathlessly explained that stuff happend while I was babysitting and I had to get stuff and run. I saw the phone next to him and picked it up to put it back on the charger. I saw there was a missed call and a message left on the machine, and I was already on edge because I had called the school I had applied to in the morning, to ask when I would know if I was accepted, and so I was expecting someone from there to call back. You can understand why I would be anxious, because too much depends on whether I am accepted or not. X_+

I checked the missed number and I recognized the number as from the school. I checked the time and realized that they had called only a few minutes afore I arrived...


Which meant my uncle prolly stood there and listend to the whole message on the machine.


My uncle was still near, so I didnt bother to try to listen to the message. I ran over next door, fretted, and came back to a seemingly empty house.

Played back the message and almost died. The guy who called from the school, they left a very long, extremely detailed message, saying the name of the school, the location, the state, who they were calling for, how I expressed interest in their school, what I needed to turn in to be considered, ect.

Good because it was rather informative, bad because my uncle prolly stood there and listened to it, which would explain stuff. *gestures*

I deleted the message, so there wouldnt be physical proof, should... he...want it later. <.<;';


When I went to go to sleep that night, he came in the living room and asked me if my school was over. I mummered a yes, and he left.


Woke up early this morning, becuase things...were very bad. =\

I went to the kitchen to stay out of the line of fire, and my uncle came in. He said there was a message yesterday for me from San Deigo, San Antonio, something like that, from my school. Did I hear it?

Indeed I did.


Then he handed me a postal letter for me from Rutgers.

I sense stuff is going to happen, and prolly soon, too.


About a month or so ago, the kids went through my stuff and found an old bank statement. They proceeded to flaunt just how much I had (Note the past tense >:| ) and I am almost positive that most everyone knows. Dumb retards.


I'm trying to take things as they come, not look so much foreward for things to worry about.

I guess I'm just the Queen of Worry, yeah? ^_~




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