The · Passage · of · Time

Yes, it has been a little while since I updated my life in this here journal. So where to start. The Giving of Thanks?

The Giving Of Thanks

At the Shirn@z Residence. Isn't it strange how % looks like a Z? Annyway, so yeah Thanksgiving. Started out with my sister taking 5 hours to get ready, my mom getting pissed, my brother being an ass, the usual family outing business. I joined Michael and my mother in their car because I can't stand my brother. Off to Long Island! Little baby was sooo cute. We played poker and ate lots of food. I tied for 1st place and got $40! They had pecan pie and the best Chai tea ever. Other than that the turkey was thoroughly dry, but nonetheless I enjoyed myself thoroughly.

Friday

Oh God.

Okay fun but still.

Saturday

NO SAT PREP!! YES! Oh and I forgot to call Alexa, we were going to go to the Body exhibit in NYC. Whoops. Prepare self for shitfest.
Went to Robongi and ran into Ivon and Jesse. Strannnge. Also had delicious food and a B&J LARGE Chocolate Milkshake. Yumm. After Sashimi.

I'm really angry at my brother. He is an immature dick with no drive or direction in life. He's supposed to be kicked out of the house and he has serious mental issues (anger management, alcohol management, etc. etc.).

There is nothing good about him. Not that I can think of.

Okay, I'm being dramatic.

But still.

Rant rant rant rant rant.

This morning I woke up and decided getting out of bed was not worth the half day of school (shh, don't tell Ms. Newman) so I checked with my mother and went back to sleep. Sadly thereafter, I woke up at 3:00 pm. I hate when this happens. I hate wasting the day and I hate the subsequent butchering of my sleep schedule (I will have such a hard time getting to sleep tonight and I know it). So I took a shower and came downstairs with my "The Best of 351 Colleges" book that I'm determined to filter through to find the best 10 colleges to apply to. Is this unhealthy? I think not.

I'm suffering from a slight headache. I believe it to be due to the lack of sleep I imposed upon myself. Regardless, I will attempt to string words together and form coherent reflections based upon recent events in my life.

Last night, $)* asked me to play Poker for him. I obliged upon his insistance and won him $20 using my spiritual powers ($5 of which he now owes me).

Today I was disappointed by my results on a test. Despite my objections in regards to the subjectivity of one of the more prominent questions, I accepted the blow and receded into quiet state of dismissive despondency. Quickly thereafter my passionate side flared and I felt sort of like this:

Current outlook on life:

A tad on the depressed side. Maybe it's the weather. The radical changes in temperature aren't doing much for my psyche, to use euphemistic phrasing. Plus, I'm having trouble accepting what the Japanese Fortune Teller told me about my love life. She said that my subconscious is evading relationships because of the maturity level of the guys that are interested in me at present. She said I would have to wait maybe 2 to 3 years until someone of interest comes around. I'm still speculating as to whether I should be idealistic about this or not. I'm optimistic at heart, but what if I hike up my hopes and they end up like Humpty-Dumpty (an eggy mess on the floor)? I hope someday my inexorable and whimsical passions will subside in favor of intellectual, philosophical, and worldy pursuits.

I'm having trouble thinking. My brain is working terribly slowly and it's very important that it not be working slowly right now. It's like the sleep thing that I'm sure most people experience. The more you have to sleep, the less sleep you get.

Damn that felt good. I'm relishing the pleasure of my headache subsiding while I can, ignoring the fact that tonight I probably won't be able to get to sleep until around 3 or 4 am.

Good dreams. Peaceful dreams.

I think I did well on the math test today. What a relief, after my failure in history.

Maybe that's not the most interesting topic of discussion. Family life?

Okay, family life.

Fun weekend, lots went down, more was thrown. On Saturday, $(* and some of his friends came over after we all ate at Johnny Rockets. It was ^@**%, this guy from his old school, and his friend. ^@**% was being an a$$ face all night, making jokes about a girl who recently died at his work, talking about my "girly affairs" in front of some guy I just met, you get the idea. He also thought it would be fun (for whatever reason) to set off our fire extinguisher in the backyard, which is at present enveloped in a film of white. He also thought it would be funny, after much provocation on $(*'s part, to throw an egg at me. He was planning on doing this all night so I was prepared with my own egg. Fight ensued. Finally, he threw dirty dishwater at me and I decided enough was enough, I declared myself the loser, I gave up, bladdy blah blah. Suddenly I feel a cold drip down my neck and I realize he threw a handful of yogurt at my head. It finally ended and the first floor was a complete disaster. I started cleaning the chair with a paper towel and the guy that I just met (who happened to be actually quite nice) started helping me. $(*, like the dick he is, told him to stop and gathered his possy and left. Dick. Anyway, it was somewhere around 2:30 am at this point so I went upstairs, changed, went back downstairs, and sort of paper-towelled all the stuff I threw and took a shower.
Soooo... Family matters, yes. My mother came home and unfortunately, despite much mopping and scrubbing of the floor, Pam residue (he sprayed me with Pam all over the kitchen and hallway) remained. SHE FLIPPED. She started saying that my sister and I need a babysitter from now on when she's not around. She said she would have to re-finish the floors and it would cost her hundreds of dollars. She said it was completely irresponsible and immature and she would have to figure out some punishment. She's not allowing ^@**% into the house for the next few weeks. She basically is now making my life a living hell, blowing it completely out of proportion. And I don't want to sound like the victim here, but honestly, ^@**% was abusing me all night (in a playful manner but still, some of the stuff he said about me was really, really embarrassing) and the fight was totally his fault. I hate my life. Now she'll never trust me to be responsible while she is away.

Arghhh. >:O

Annnyway. Now that that's out of my system.