Thursday, April 26, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Procrastinator's Rant
Holy fuck, the world needs to calm the fuck down. Time keeps going by, and I keep forgetting I'm not the only one getting older. I see pictures of my family, my cousins and family friends- kids I've known since they were in diapers. Suddenly they're in "complicated" relationships, and posting pictures about how they can associate with people who've considered suicide. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT.
I was the happiest fucking camper when I was 14. Wasn't I? What grade are 14 year olds in again? Nine, right? I think so. Hrmm. Kay, so maybe life wasn't super easy then, but seriously? THEY WERE SO LITTLE. When did they start smoking weed and drinking? When did they stop playing sports and start spending all their time partying. WHEN THE FUCK DID THESE KIDS GROW UP?
Have I really been out of the loop for so long? I left for university, and they just decided to grow up without me? I miss my family. I miss the family gatherings, when all the cousins would complain about how they had better things to do, and couldn't be bothered with silly family things. I miss when we used to play hide and seek, or floor hockey. We'd sit and talk for hours, united in our frustration with the parents. I don't even know when I'm going to see any of them again- they've all got their own adolescent lives to deal with, and I'm almost 20. Oh god. TWENTY. In seven months. Sure, I'm still a kid. I'm still dependent on my parents. I'm still in school. But I'm growing up. Same as all the kids I left as kids. Who am I to expect them to wait for me. To keep their childlike innocence so I can stare at it in awe. Even the aging of the older ones is evident. The ones who were my age. We were so close back then. Now they don't even reply to the posts I've wrote on their walls.
On another note altogether, I'm getting pretty fed up with my house. Thankfully there's only a month left. It's stopped shocking me, but I still get annoyed when I see how little they care about the state of cleanliness around here. I mean, it's ONLY ever me and R who take out the garbage. And I don't think anyone has bothered to put any dishes away- they all just let them pile up on the dish rack. I wait a week to see if anyone puts them away this time. Nope. Sure, they'll sometimes help when they see me cleaning. And G is generally pretty good about cleaning up randomly. He'll go all out when he starts.
Gah, and then, NOT ONLY do the dishes get left on the rack forever, they're hardly ever even clean! I mean, the idea of washing both sides of a plate seems foreign to people, as if they don't realize that we STACK plates. This means that the bottom of that plate you didn't wash is ON TOP of the plate you're about to eat off. Yum.
What else? Hmm. Ranting is a blast after so long. Fuck.
I could potentially rant about blondie's bf, but that would be a waste of my time, plus I'm pretty sure that if anyone still checks this, it's blondie. Though there is that one thing that's still pissing me off, and because I was told I'm not allowed to confront him about it, here goes. The other house was over for some event or another, I don't remember exactly when this was, and apparently on the way back to their own house, one of them commented on how surprised they were by how clean our house was, or something along those lines. To which this DOUCHE BAG replies "Yeah, blondie's really whipped them into shape."
...
Excuse me?
...
EXCUSE ME?
That's a fucking joke, right?
Someone tell me that's a FUCKING JOKE.
Honestly, I don't even know what to say to that. I'm not sure if the comment makes me mad at him or her even. I mean, on the one hand it suggests that he considers us to be blondie's slaves or something, as though it's our duty to behave in response to her "cracked whip". On the other hand, it could also suggest that she has successfully deluded him into thinking she cleans around the house and has somehow managed to convince the rest of us to help out.
God, I don't even know. I barely talk to her anymore. Kinda miss it. Granted, I barely talk to anyone anymore.
Whatever. As per usual, I leave this in a mental state of indifference.
Meh.
Time to try to finish this goddamn essay.
I was the happiest fucking camper when I was 14. Wasn't I? What grade are 14 year olds in again? Nine, right? I think so. Hrmm. Kay, so maybe life wasn't super easy then, but seriously? THEY WERE SO LITTLE. When did they start smoking weed and drinking? When did they stop playing sports and start spending all their time partying. WHEN THE FUCK DID THESE KIDS GROW UP?
Have I really been out of the loop for so long? I left for university, and they just decided to grow up without me? I miss my family. I miss the family gatherings, when all the cousins would complain about how they had better things to do, and couldn't be bothered with silly family things. I miss when we used to play hide and seek, or floor hockey. We'd sit and talk for hours, united in our frustration with the parents. I don't even know when I'm going to see any of them again- they've all got their own adolescent lives to deal with, and I'm almost 20. Oh god. TWENTY. In seven months. Sure, I'm still a kid. I'm still dependent on my parents. I'm still in school. But I'm growing up. Same as all the kids I left as kids. Who am I to expect them to wait for me. To keep their childlike innocence so I can stare at it in awe. Even the aging of the older ones is evident. The ones who were my age. We were so close back then. Now they don't even reply to the posts I've wrote on their walls.
On another note altogether, I'm getting pretty fed up with my house. Thankfully there's only a month left. It's stopped shocking me, but I still get annoyed when I see how little they care about the state of cleanliness around here. I mean, it's ONLY ever me and R who take out the garbage. And I don't think anyone has bothered to put any dishes away- they all just let them pile up on the dish rack. I wait a week to see if anyone puts them away this time. Nope. Sure, they'll sometimes help when they see me cleaning. And G is generally pretty good about cleaning up randomly. He'll go all out when he starts.
Gah, and then, NOT ONLY do the dishes get left on the rack forever, they're hardly ever even clean! I mean, the idea of washing both sides of a plate seems foreign to people, as if they don't realize that we STACK plates. This means that the bottom of that plate you didn't wash is ON TOP of the plate you're about to eat off. Yum.
What else? Hmm. Ranting is a blast after so long. Fuck.
I could potentially rant about blondie's bf, but that would be a waste of my time, plus I'm pretty sure that if anyone still checks this, it's blondie. Though there is that one thing that's still pissing me off, and because I was told I'm not allowed to confront him about it, here goes. The other house was over for some event or another, I don't remember exactly when this was, and apparently on the way back to their own house, one of them commented on how surprised they were by how clean our house was, or something along those lines. To which this DOUCHE BAG replies "Yeah, blondie's really whipped them into shape."
...
Excuse me?
...
EXCUSE ME?
That's a fucking joke, right?
Someone tell me that's a FUCKING JOKE.
Honestly, I don't even know what to say to that. I'm not sure if the comment makes me mad at him or her even. I mean, on the one hand it suggests that he considers us to be blondie's slaves or something, as though it's our duty to behave in response to her "cracked whip". On the other hand, it could also suggest that she has successfully deluded him into thinking she cleans around the house and has somehow managed to convince the rest of us to help out.
God, I don't even know. I barely talk to her anymore. Kinda miss it. Granted, I barely talk to anyone anymore.
Whatever. As per usual, I leave this in a mental state of indifference.
Meh.
Time to try to finish this goddamn essay.
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