it's thursday, and with thursday comes thursday night shopping. of which i take no part in. partly because i'm broke, and partly because the swarms of skanky teens standing around sticking their chests out at the boys who are doing their best to act like they're all bad-arse gangstas all shit me to tears.
my sister's going though, with her 4 little skanky friends. which means they're all coming here beforehand for dinner. which means i'll have to interact with them. it's either speak to them or miss dinner, and nobody is getting between me and the food. nobody. so i guess i'll have to get dressed, or my sister may die of embarassment. right now i've kind of half gotten dressed. i didn't really make a conscious decision to change, i just sort of got cold, so i added layers. so i'm wearing my boxers, with a pair of cargos over the top, my ugg boots, a t-shirt and a flanelette pyjama top over the top. plus a black beanie. it's dead sexy.
had an interesting week, though. last week my mother found a lump in her breast, so my family went into panic mode for a week. i was freaking out, and my mum was freaking out. but the thing is, mum thought she was keeping it all a big secret from all of us kids. she didn't know that we knew, and we knew that she didn't know that we knew. so no one talked about it, except mum and dad, in hushed voices, when they though we weren't listening. which is how i found out in the first place. it it wasn't such a serious situation, it would have been bloody hilarious.
it turned out to just be a cyst, so all was alright in the end. mum came home on wednesday and told us, and we all just went "yeah, that's good mum. we all knew, anyway". i think she was a bit pissed off when we told her we'd known al along. her mind works in mysterious ways. it was like we stole her thunder or something. it was her big, dramatic moment, and we all responded with disinterest. heh.
oh lordy. i hate my sister's friends. we're getting pizza for dinner, and emily just said "you have to get a cheese one, because Jordan's a vegetarian". yep, a vegetarian that only eats chicken. last time i checked, the defenition of a vegetarian is pretty clear. there is no fuzziness there. no room for misinterpretation. last time i checked, eating chicken pretty much excludes you from the category. idiots. i know i may not be a genius. hell, i've even been known to have my share of downright stupidity. but god these chicks make me feel like a real intellectual.
oh lordy. i hate my sister's friends. we're getting pizza for dinner, and emily just said "you have to get a cheese one, because Jordan's a vegetarian". yep, a vegetarian that only eats chicken. last time i checked, the defenition of a vegetarian is pretty clear. there is no fuzziness there. no room for misinterpretation. last time i checked, eating chicken pretty much excludes you from the category. idiots. i know i may not be a genius. hell, i've even been known to have my share of downright stupidity. but god these chicks make me feel like a real intellectual.
i hit my head on the car door yesterday. it was funny. i just shook my head as i was getting into the car, and whacked my head because i sneezed. and now i have a bruise.
my brother got crashed into in the car today.
i appologise for the distinct lack of structure of this entry. i'm just trying to get everything out there, seeing as i've been so slack about updating. so, what else.....
my sister's in tamworth for hockey until tomorrow, which is nice. fewer arguments. i don't have to make polite conversation with her boyfriend. i can live like a slob.
oh god. a funny moment just occurred. live update from my living room. apparently mum doesn't want emily going shopping on thursday nights, because it's not safe. it'll be faster to just give you a general transcript.
mum: "I don't like you going up there on thursay nights emily. i don't remember giving permission for this"
em: "you did! ages ago! and why don't you like me going there on thursdays?"
mum: "it's not safe! there's all sorts of trouble up there! and last time i came to get you on a thursday night, you were surrounded by boys!"
em: "so?!!? they're just boys!"
me: "not boys! gosh emily! why aren't you going to the nun shops?"
mum: (glares at me) "don't be so sarcastic. i don't find that funny."
em: (cracks up in the back ground)
mum: "all sorts of trouble happens at charles town on thursday nights, especially outside. i know you don't believe me, but it's true. isn't it, Tony?"
dad: "yes. absolutely."
em: "like what?"
dad: (long pause) "i don't know..... lots of things."
and with that, my mother lost the argument. my dad is a crack up. he does the i'm-not-really-listening-so-i'll-just-agree-with-everything-she-just-said "yes dear" thing all the time. and it pisses my mum off so much.
i think that'll do for today. for now i have to concentrate on not losing my temper at my sister and her 4 little friends, who at the moment are bitching about some chick called Danica.
bye now.
my brother got crashed into in the car today.
i appologise for the distinct lack of structure of this entry. i'm just trying to get everything out there, seeing as i've been so slack about updating. so, what else.....
my sister's in tamworth for hockey until tomorrow, which is nice. fewer arguments. i don't have to make polite conversation with her boyfriend. i can live like a slob.
oh god. a funny moment just occurred. live update from my living room. apparently mum doesn't want emily going shopping on thursday nights, because it's not safe. it'll be faster to just give you a general transcript.
mum: "I don't like you going up there on thursay nights emily. i don't remember giving permission for this"
em: "you did! ages ago! and why don't you like me going there on thursdays?"
mum: "it's not safe! there's all sorts of trouble up there! and last time i came to get you on a thursday night, you were surrounded by boys!"
em: "so?!!? they're just boys!"
me: "not boys! gosh emily! why aren't you going to the nun shops?"
mum: (glares at me) "don't be so sarcastic. i don't find that funny."
em: (cracks up in the back ground)
mum: "all sorts of trouble happens at charles town on thursday nights, especially outside. i know you don't believe me, but it's true. isn't it, Tony?"
dad: "yes. absolutely."
em: "like what?"
dad: (long pause) "i don't know..... lots of things."
and with that, my mother lost the argument. my dad is a crack up. he does the i'm-not-really-listening-so-i'll-just-agree-with-everything-she-just-said "yes dear" thing all the time. and it pisses my mum off so much.
i think that'll do for today. for now i have to concentrate on not losing my temper at my sister and her 4 little friends, who at the moment are bitching about some chick called Danica.
bye now.