The Week of DEATH

Ahhh, Band Camp. Or should I say "AAAAAAAAH"? (Don't even get started with all the American Pie crap. I've heard it all, especially since I play the flute. So just quit now.)

Anyway, we decided this year to go off to Macomb, IL (welcome Rams and fans!!). I don't know why. I have a theory, though. It's four hours away from good ol St Louie, and it's in the middle of NOWHERE, so the chances of any of us running off were none. I mean, hey, if you like corn and cattle, but otherwise...

As Mittens said, it was all straight out of 1984. Morning yoga, tasteless breakfast, hard marching in unbearable heat, tasteless lunch (cheese plop, Paste-a, chicken "stix"...), try to stay awake durning indoor practice, tasteless dinner, more marching, fungus-infested showers, giggle-giggle-giggle...

The highlights were...wait, how could there have possibly been highlights amidst the misery?? I mean, c'mon, three people in my section went home with heat exhaustion!! Hmmmm, we were all in pain and utterly exhausted...Blu's right- we're all masochists. It was great to be away, and I got to know a lot of people (half the band probably thinks I like Paul. He's interesting, but not the BF type. Too thin (("You'd break him, you're too rough"- Toulouse)), and just something about his personality...He can't even pretend to measure up to SLAM. He's the friend type.) Like Henry was the friend type. Speaking of, he e-mailed me today. Odd, the way he just popped out of nowhere.

Argh. This is incoherent. Sometime later I'll get back on and wright a properly sarcastic summary. For now... Just waiting to see SLAM and do a little painting.

The return of Toulouse

It was supposed to be a good day. I got up, showered, made breakfast, cleaned the kitchen... went out to the car to head off to work...
Someone had broken into my car. They left my stereo system, my CD player, my wallet, my spare key (so in essence, my entire CAR...) but they took my cellphone. MY CELLPHONE?!! Who the hell breaks into a car professionally enough to NOT do damage, leaves all the expensive stuff, and takes a fucking CELLPHONE?? I am pissed at both the loss of my cellphone AND the stupidity of the thief. My car doesn't even have tags and TITLE yet! ((Thank God the DUMB one robbed me.))
Anyway, so Toulouse is back out en masse (and yes, IN MASS, too) telling me stuff like "And thus the girl discovers that the world is full of stupid people," and "Are you SURE you locked the car?". I hate him.
I hate Fam, too. She's trying to make me replace the phone on my own. Nope. It wasn't my fault, there is no doubt, so why the hell should I pay like it was?? And also, now she's all paranoid about my keys...etc.
She's also in a bad mood because she has finally figured out that Unc is an asshole. Especially now that he's got a literal pain in the ass and is in the hospital. I feel no sympathy for either of them. ((Am I evil? "Yes, you are so very-" I'm not in the mood, Toulouse. You best back down, fat man. "My job here is done...and well." ARGH!!!!! ::beats head on wall::))

Independence???

Well, I failed my first driver's test, but I got a 91 the second time. So I am now driving freely about the town. LOL. And Fam has done two things I predicted: a) Threaten to take away my car b) Make me run errands for her. The second one is fine, but the first royally pisses me off.

She also tried to get me to go to Ladue, but there is no way I'm switching shcools my junior year. Especially since I've been switching schools constantly since I was 13. So I AM staying in Webster, but...it's costing her 9 THOUSAND a year! I am pissed that it costs so much, but I am not in the least bit guilty she's having to pay it. After all, she moved me out of my school district, so she deserves it. ((Am I evil??))

Well, yesterday was a lot of fun. I ran errands for myself!!! I was so proud. I took my dog to Petsmart (mostly cuz I could.) I've always wanted to go shopping with him. He was very good in the store. I was incredibly surprised.
He's having bad dry skin problems, so I got him some special oatmeal shampoo that seems to be helping. I also got him this vitamin supplement to put in his food that adds in vitamin E and all that other good stuff to help his skin out. I'm glad to report he thinks it is yummy. I also got him a brush because I'm sick of having to wade through a sea of dog hair every day to get into my room. And, to reward him for being "good" during his bath I got him a basted rawhide bone. And a new rope toy so we can play. AND a new collar and leash, since both of his seem to be permanently missing (I had no part in it, I swear). They match. Both are purple with little white paw prints on them. ((OK OK. I got those because I wanted him to have a matching collar and leash set. So sue me.)) The total cost was $50 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). I told him he better be worth it. So far, he's acting thoroughly thrilled. Fam, I am pleased to report, seems to be indifferent about the whole thing.

Must go swim, then run more errands. SO much stuff I gotta do... (("gotta".))

By the way, Mary's middle initial really IS "F"!!!

this sucks bum

First day of work today. I did a lot of face painting. It was fun. My favorite pattern is the octopus. It's supposed to be the hardest one, but I rock at it. Also, while I was working Marybeth came to see me with her friend Sydney. They were really cute and they were about to DIE when they saw me. It was really funny.
I was going to go practice parallel parking because I take my driver's test tomororw, but....ARGH!! There's a damn storm advisory or some crap like that. Oh well. I guess I'll just fail. LOL, no, I really doubt I will. I drive really well.
Anyway, Fam's pissed me off again, but I don't feel like talking about it because I've spent so much time yelling about it to Tiny One and my computer. Yeah. My computer hears a lot of smack. Smack. LOL. Smack.

Smack Fam. No.

MMMMMMMMMM, popsicle. See ya when.

I guess it all DOES work out in the end...

This has been a really hectic week. I haven't been writing because I had no modem for a while. We're mostly set up in the new house. It's a lot bigget than the old one. It doesn't seem like it at first, but at night you can really tell. I can't hear them, which means they can't hear me, so I can blast my music now. Finally.
Also, my room is bigger, which is nice, but now I'm going to have to get more decorations for it. Oh darn, right? ;) Soon Rose and I are going to paint it. Tiny One and I are in charge of revamping MiniFams's playhouse out back (of which I have taken forceful control of the top. She can't get up there anyway), and SLAM and I are going to finish the basement.
I have to talk about that now. There's this really junky room in the basement that you can't even see from the outside. It has that nasty fake wood paneling on the inside, and ugly linoleum floors...but it's my new study. ((Well, I'm actually naming it "Lauren's Lair". I'm going to make a poster for the door tonight.))
Anyway, I'm working really hard to get it set up for school. I am going to paint over that ugly brown with a cheerful mint green, put down a white rug over that crappy floor...decorate it, put in a few bright lamps, desk, laptop, bookshelf, beanbags...There are only benifits to this. It keeps me away from the fam, and I can trash it out at my leisure without anyone telling me to clean up after myself. It will be completely my area. =)
And that's not ALL the good news yet. Fam has finally quit griping about the car, because I got a job!! It's at the zoo. Guest Services, nothing special, but it'll get me the connections I need to get into the Bird House. Plus, it's money. Well, because of this, they are getting me a car in the next two days or so, and I get my license next week. So when they go on vacation...I can get where I need to go ON MY OWN.... ((THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
Also, I got my braces off today!! I have upper AND lower retainers, though, and they suck, cuz I can't talk that well, but...I'll learn.

It's been fun.

This has a nice ring to it: "Mary Fucking Valentine!" All my people know what I'm talking about.

he vivido

Well, the new house sold, and fast. A couple from Ohio (of all places) is moving into it. ::sigh:: So I guess this is it. Time to move away. Oh well. ((Think of the car, think only of the car...))

Even that has lost its joy for me. Fam told me today "We're not getting you a car. It's not YOUR car. It's ours. We're just letting you drive it." God, Fam, it's not like I don't know that. But did you have to actually point it out? Why won't you ever just do something nice for me without making me feel like you're only doing it because you have to, or because it's not actually hurting you any? I felt so unwanted after she said that. And somehow like it was my fault that she was doing it.

It's not MY fault we're moving and I don't want to switch schools. So why...oh well. Why dwell on it? It will just make me sad, or angry at her again. I'm just so sick of her making me feel petty and weak.

SLAM and I might go to a drive-in movie on Saturday. I haven't been to one of those since I was, oh, FOUR. So this should be fun.

Rose and I are really pissed at Alice now. It turns out that she hires volunteers all the freaking time. So she's just trying to screw us over. So we're gonna get into the Bird House. I'm not going to work for that lying bitch ever again. And the Humane Society fell through. You have to be 18 to handle the animals. Screw them.

She and I are in a salsa dancing class now. It is SO much fun. SLAM might take the next session with us. =) That would be so great. I can't believe he wants to take dancing classes. It was actually his idea. HEE HEE, that would be SO MUCH fun!!! He and I could go dancing! Or just stay at home and dance. =)~ Either way...

Tan Lines

I swear, this is the first year since I lived in Hawai'i that I've had a decent tan. I'm getting what I think of as the "porn" tan line...dark skin+reeeeaaaally white where bathing suit was.

MMMMMMM, yesterday I got the boxed set of Neon Genesis Evangelion. I about died when I paid for it. $118.05... I've been chanting it psychotically off and on since I did. Considering that my monthy allowance is $100...and I have no paying job...but soon I will. OOOH, and I finally got the power cord for my N64...so I can play Zelda again...both of them...man, am I a loser or what? I'm also gonna get myself a PS2 with my first paycheck. ((And Toulouse pops out of the closet for the first time in weeks and starts telling me I'm a geek. Pardon me while I get my gun.))

Rose and I finally swallowed out pride and filled out applications for Guest Services at the zoo. So we might end up being keepers after all, in the long run. However, we DID quit volunteering, so for the time being we are free from the tyrrany that is the Children's Zoo.

So tired. Fam woke me up early today and had me working by 10 AM, we got done around noon, and I went over to Mittens's, then we hung out until eight-ish...I think the swimming did me in. I didn't know it was possible for skin and sunlight to become one. Anyone who's almost fallen asleep on a raft in a swimming pool on a hot July day knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about.

When when when will it end?

wow, this day has been....wait, how is it suddenly 7PM? Oh well. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes...

Woke up this morning at 9 AM and was NOT happy. Mostly because it was Fam's fault I woke up. She was moaning about how she needed help with something...and of course it involved me. So, I dragged my ass out of bed when she finally got too annoying...that was at 9:55 AM. By 10:30 she was making me help her. We finished around 12...but I still had a list of things I had to do while she was gone...but that was ok. I got pisssed when she jumped me for no reason.

Kay. I was walking into the laundry room and I said "Ya know, I hope we're done with this moving stuff soon, cuz I'm sick of it," thinking that she'd agree and we'd have a grand old time griping and moaning. But no, she gets pissed and yells "You are NOT a nice person!! We only have 15 more minutes to work, so you don't need a break! Take this out to the trash!" Well, I guess it caught me by surprise, because I felt my metaphorical defensive armor go up...(Which is the equivalent of large spikes jutting from my shoulders) And I didn't want to say anything to piss her off, so I went upstaris for some tea. She follows me up and yells at me and says "no breaks, bla bla bla..." Well, I keep onn ignoring her, cuz I don't want to piss her off any more. Well, it doesn't work. Nothing works. So I went back downstairs.

Then later...she was supposed to take me to Mittens's to swim, but she called and said she couldn't because MiniFam had to take a nap. Well, I can understand this, but I wish she would ahve thought it through beforehand instead of calling me a few minutes beforehand. SO I go, fine, I'll call Mittens and hang up. She kept on calling constantly for five minutes, so after hanging up about five times, I just took the phone off the hook. She eventually gave up, but came home REALLY mad, and then bitched at me for hanging up on her. When I tried to explain why I was upset, she yelled at me and said "You know, you being mad at me has no effect on me anymore, because you are ALWAYS mad at me." I tell her that no, she just ASSUMES I am, and that's why I get upset. If she treats me like I'm already mad, I'll BE mad.

Well, she finally goes to bed, and we all go swimming at Mittens's. I'm home now, and Fam's gone at Mary's for a 4th of July picnic. I'm enjoying the peace. I'm thinking about working on my story, but I'm really tired, so I might just read.

Oh, my car doesn't HAVE to be American, but it IS preffered... I'd prefer NOT to have one, tho, so we shall see.

I need to get my license. ARGH.

MMMMM, pain in fingers

Taking a break from working on my book to reflect back on the day's events. Went to the carnival again today with Tiny One, Mittens, and Rose. We had a lot of fun. Rose and I rode the Thunderbolt, and we had a blast. We were laughing hysterically and screaming our heads off and wishing for a camera. Then Mittens and I rode on the Scrambler and got into a squishing contest. After that we all went on the Tilt-o-whirl, and crammed into the same seat, and got it spinning in a constant circle...it was a lot of fun and I think the ride guy was making it longer and faster for us. I was up there yesterday too and rode it twice. I think he recognized me cuz he kept on staring. It was kinda nice. Before the carnival we had a barbeque at Rose's. I brought a fruit tray. It was fun. Rose and I are gonna try to go to the same college. I hope we do, so we can room together and drive each other insane...and probably make each other bloody, LOL.
Must go finish scene in story now.

ooooOOOOOOOoooooooh!!!

Rose and I have decided what to tell Alice. You see, she's a useful source, and I don't particularly want to burn down any bridges. So, we've decided to ask her to be a reference on job applications, ask her to (FINALLY!! argh, argh!!!!) register us with the volunteer department... and then tell her we're going to volunteer at the Humane Society so we can explore that aspect of animal care. Sounds reasonable, it keeps her from realizing we're pissed, and everyone's fine and dandy. They're just short two volunteers, but hey, they have one more big locker to give to the REAL employees... ::The very keyboard melts under the bitterness of that thought::

We'll be free. Thank God.

on a lighter note...

I think Rose and I are going to volunteer at the Humane Society. Neither of us want to stay at the zoo. I think we're going to flat-out tell Alice why we're leaving. The reasons are:
1) We're not registered at the Volunteet Department.
2) We're not learning anything new anymore now that Matt's gone.
3) Ethan's gone. (My personal reason. He was hilarious.)
4) We're taken for granted.
5) They don't take us seriously. ::cue bitterness over whole locker thing::

the feeling I can't shake

I'm sad today and I was yesterday, too. Not sure why. it's not just the fact that the days have been horrible. They actually haven't. It's just that the little things have been adding up and making the good stuff unable to make me happy.
Abigale's going home, too. So I have to move and deal with Fam on my own. I'm never sure who starts the fights anymore. That depresses me, too. Because I don't WANT it to be my fault that I'm sad all the time. (But what if it is?)
Tonight Fam suggested that Abigale stay another week, and well...she almost did, but she has stuff to do back home. (I don't blame her, really. And I'm going out there in August, so it's not like it was my last chance to see her.) But while we were talking it over, Fam comes up and tries to talk her out of staying. I don't know why, but it really annoyed me. It seemed like something only Abigale and I should talk about. So I told her to go away, basically. And she huffed off, then came back and told Abigale what she thought anyway, then looks at me and says "Oh, and now Lauren's going to be mad at me."

She assumes. She always assumes. That's what starts it. Why can't I learn to just put up with it? They've told me flat out that they're miserable with me in the house. Sometimes I wonder why they haven't thrown me out.

Ever since I came to live with them people have assumed. That I'm suicidal, angry...that I'm torn apart inside with grief for my mother. They expect me to be a problem child, so they treat me like it before they even get a chance to see what I really am inside. You can't be yourself inside the mold set by everyone around you. Slowly, you bend and twist to its will, and sometimes I wonder if I am finally turning into what they expect. I've been fighting it for over two years now. How much longer do I have to? I hoped that when I moved out here people wouldn't think that of me because they wouldn't know that my mom killed herself. But they knew that I lived with my aunt and uncle and they asked anyway...so it didn't change. Amber told the adults around me, I think, because they all treat me like some fragile glass decoration that will shatter into a million pieces at the slightest motion. I am far stronger than that, but...I just wish that they would realize that I'm not any of the things they think I should be.

Wow. See what happens when I just let my thoughts flow? I'm very angry right now, I guess. Bitter might be the better word. I'm sick of people not seeing me when they look at me. They seem to see what they want to see, and nothing I do changes that image. And when I tell them this, they say I'm just being dramatic and silly and that I'm over-reacting.

Am I?

Random thoughts

I like how a lot of people put their poetry up here. I wonder if I should put mine. I could...but do I have any I really feel like putting up? HMMMMMMM, I'll have to check the stuff I've saved on the big comp. I'm on the laptop right now. It doesn't have any of my stuff on it, cuz the whole family uses it. But the big comp is practically mine. =) It always ends up that way. Not like anyone else in my family is computer literate enough to NEED the big one!

Hmmm, I wonder how my henna tattoo is coming along? Yesterday Abigale put a dragon on my back with henna. it should be twice as dark now as it was this morning. YAY. Tomorrow, it will kick ass. Too bad I don't have any open-backed shirts to wear. I'll just have to wear a really low-backed one to the movie. Ooooooh, I'll get to see SLAM. HEE HEE HEE, so I'll need to look good.
=)~

I need a job in a bad way. I need money, and I need something to do with all the free time I Don't have. LOL. Man, when will I take my driver's test/ get my car? ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH!!! Man, I've been reduced to argh-ing again. That's my cue to go.

I think I might read "IT" again, just to see if it's as scary as I remember. That is the only book that has ever scared me. For good reason. We shall see.

The Fam Damily...LOL

All the good that came of our last big fight that shaved hours out of my finals studying time is gone. I am kind of sad, because I can feel it all slipping downhill and I'm not too sure what to do about it.

Fam is stressed about the move but she won't really do anything about it. She's just running-running-running-running around worse than usual and just letting the stress build. I can see it happening, but she won't give herself time to calm down. So then she starts griping at me and junk and I can't take it because she's stressing ME out by doing it and I snap and yell at her. So, we're back to the way things are.

At some point in our friendship Abigale has mysteriously turned into the Voice of Reason. She is telling me all this stuff about how I should deal with it. It was annoying me, because when I'm angry I don't want to hear it. I made myself get over it, though, because she means well and she knows what she's saying and I need to quit being so petty. =)

All I have to do is this: suck it up and be nice until the move is over and then it will all be ok. Man, I meed to re-discover my "happy place". Abigale has her forest, Rose has her clump of trees (which is actually the barrier that separates her from the real world, so maybe it's not quite a good trhing), I need to remember my pool in the woods. mmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmm ::meditiative noises::

aaah, mint chocolate chip ice cream shake. Yummy. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ::yummy food noise::

Meep. Meeep. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Sorry, the title is an old joke between me and Rose. It came to mind, soooooo...

Not much to write about, actually. SLAM is on my mind-of course-but I'm not usually the type of girl that dwells on her bf, no matter how wonderful he is. So I'm not gonna talk about him. (Sorry babe.) Ah well, he knows he's all that anyway...at least to me.

I'm happy!!! Abigale bought me a wok and a cookbook of recipes I can make in it, and MAN, some of them sound SO GOOD! AAAAH, I can't wait to start!! Even "seasoning" the damn thing was a lot of fun!!! I love ethnic foods! SLAM and Abigale and I were in the car today trying to find the way to my new house (McKnight past 40 to Clayton/Ladue, then on to Price) when it hit SLAM "Oh crap. In a few years Fam and Unc are going to be old rich people." I start cracking up and say "yeah, rich, old, and uncultured!!" I mean, we're talking about the woman who wanted to use chopstick rests as a decoration on her bookshelf. I'm sorry, but Japanese tableware is NOT supposed to be used as decor!! So then I continue and say "yeah, and they'll be complaining about their outcast, Bohemian neice who eats weird food and has a house with Japanese sliding doors..." It was very amusing.

Argh, I don't WANT to be part of a rich family, damnit. Money is not important to me. I judge the worth of life by how content you are and how many real friends you have, not by how racy your car is and whether or not your neighborhood has sawhorses in the road to prevent speeding. (Or how big and scary your mailbox is, LOL.) ARGH, ARGH, ARGH. Oh well. I'm getting a car and the chance to paint my walls. Murals...and I'm also going to decorate MiniFam's playhouse and furnish it with fun stuff. The top floor will be mine, of course, since she can't get up there. I'll muralize that, too. And then there's the jacuzzi...but man, it's going to be so far away from everyone.

"LA DA DA DA, I will survive..."

That's all for now.

argh-mentationismabilitynessageator

Time to do more ARGH-ing!!! I can't ger ahold of Fam and I really NEED to get to Mittens's because she's had an absolutely horrible day and I really, really want to cheer her up. She sounded so bad on the phone! DAMN YOU, Fam!! How dare you get in the way of my friend's happiness!! NO NO NO NONO!! Why did I wait forever to get my damn permit! Why don't I have MY license!!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Must go cheer Mittens up. But nooooooo. AHHHH, frustration!!!

The dickhead

My ex boyfriend IMed me other day. We've been broken up for nine months. He called me once after we split and then I never got another call, an e-mail, nothing.

Well, he tries to tell me that he's been trying to get ahold of me. Yeah, right. Why have there been no messages on my voicemail? He must have tried damn hard.

Anyway, the moral of this story is that you past WILL come back to haunt you. It always does for me. So anyway, I've been talking to him for the sole purpose of pissing him off. In two more days, I'm never going to speak to him again.

He says he still loves me. Like hell he does. If he did, he would have tried harder to stay in touch and keep me with him in the first place. There is a good point to all of this, though: Outting up with him has made me realize just how good I have it with SLAM. YAY.

God, he is so horny. He's not getting any from his current g/f, so he's coming back to me to try and go back to where we were. Damn, I didn't know I was that talented (lol)...but no. I never did *THAT* with him. But I did do too much. Argh. So now he thinks we can go back to it. HA. This is why I call him the dickhead. He thinks with his dick. Jerk-off...he still tries to tell me I'm sexy and have a nice ass and that he'd like to use me as a plate. Why did I ever date him??

Thank God for SLAM.

the good day

I am so happy!! Abigale fits in SO WELL with all my friends out here! It's really great the way they have accepted her. Mittens and her get along really well, and even Rose was being warm and friendly. Not saying that Rose ISN'T, but the fact that she warmed up soon was really great. I was proud of her. LOL. ((When she reads this, she is going to kill me.)

I haven't written the past few nights because I was busy mirroring my blog on The Open Diary. That way I can see comments people leave me and stuff. So far it has been pretty cool. I like this setup better, so I'm gonna keep bloggin here and just copy-copy paste-paste into TOD. Anyway, blogs allow cursing, and I have to edit to post there. GRRRRRRRR. If I'm pissed, I'm gonna use colorful language. They shouldn't censor it. GRRRRR.

These past few days have been very busy. I've been swimming a lot at Mittens's and am getting to be VERY tanned. YAY. My freckles (freakles!!!!) are out in force again. I haven't had them this much since I lived in Hawaii, and I had forgotten how much I missed them. I get them all over, but mostly on my shoulders and nose/forehead/cheeks. Also, Fam has once again found a house that we will definitely be moving into. Damn it, I don't WANT to live in Olivette!! God, it is going to take me forever to get to school, and that means I actually have to GET my license next month...but hey, it also means bigger room and free car. Since I'll still be going to Webster, Fam said she would go ahead and get me a car and help pay for gas. She knows better than to move me out of school again. God knows I've done that too much already for one lifetime. In fact, it feels like I'm just now finally fitting in entirely. In fact, I'm not so sure I'd be so willing to go back to Oklahoma anymore. I have too much going for me here. SLAM, Rose, Mittens, Blu, Biker...heck, I'd even miss WGHS. So I guess I'll just keep on living the nsplit life thing. Oh well. As long as I keep in touch with Abigale, it doesn't really matter.

That reminds me. I haven't spoken to my stepdad in a while. I really should try to get ahold of him. I miss him. I never knew him that well, but he was the only father I can remember. Even if it was only for eight months.
:: Glo Paint 11:30 PM ::


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Oh, by the way. I got my hair cut off. It's really short. SLAM isn't used to it yet. He said that he thinks I look better with it short, but he's not sure if he likes it as well because its not as fun to play with. Then, while we were watching a movie with Abigale and Mittens he actually got around to playing with it, so now he likes it better.

What is it with guys and long hair? When I told Asshole that I got it cut off he said "NOOOOOOO, you look better with long hair!!" My response? "I'm not out to impress YOU, honey."
:: Glo Paint 11:33 PM ::

too late, too late!

ARGH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, had to get that out of my system. I'm mad at the immaturity and the stupidity of my family. We were looking at the house we're moving into (as far as I know), and MiniFam got stung by a wasp. Unc went into asshole mode and started being a pompous jerk to everybody. Fam got stressed out, and they got into a fight and were yelling and MiniFam was screaming...They just don't know how to handle each other. Sometimes I doubt they still love each other, and yet they want another kid. I hope they wait until I am loooong gone from the house.


So then Fam calls Unc and asks if he likes the house while he's taking us home. (He was yelling at her earlier "I'm taking the kids home! You go with the realtors!" KID?! WOW, the talking monkey is also a hypocrite. I am far more mature than he will ever be. If he ever calls me a kid again I'llt ake him down a notch with a baseball bat.) Unc says "It's fine, do whatever," making it sound like he didn't really want it. Unc, however, was telling us all how he liked it and what a nice place it was and how he thought there was room for a pool. So then I call Fam and tell her what he REALLY said and that I like it (even though I don't want to move) to make her feel better. So she put a bid on the house, and the realtors just now called and said we have it. We have two weeks to move in. Oh Lord.


Great. I am now 15 minutes away from SLAM, Mittens, and Tiny One. Almost 30 minutes away from my school, and more like 35 away from Rose and Biker and Blu. But, I'll soon have a car so I can go places, but that means I have to practice really hard and get my license this summer before school starts. There's a jacuzzi, though. The room I'll probably get is bigger, but I'll have to re-Effectitize it, which is a real pain in the ass. This also means I have to go through the hell of moving again. Oh well, it'll give me an excuse to sort through my stuff.


Speaking of, I was going through my mom's old photos and stuff today. There were some great ones of her and her friends and Fam. But I couldn't find one labeled "Lauren's Dad". I know he's in the pics, but I have no clue which one he is. There's one of him from the side, but all you can see is hair. I dunno. Just curiosity. He tried to contact me when I was twelve. I pretty much told him to piss off. Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing. I think I did, though. He waited until I was too old to try to meet me.
:: Glo Paint 5:21 PM ::


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Toulouse wants to know if my room has lots of closet space. I refuse to answer him until he quits intoning the future horrors of my move.

time to whine

The Fam Damily did it to me again. They wake me up, so I get up and ask what's going on. Fam tells me that we are going to lunch before we go look at the house she is certain we will buy even though she hasn't seen it yet. So, I get in the shower and take my time. After all, it was only 11. Then Abigale tries to get in to get ready, but they are getting MiniFam ready, even though there's a bathroom downstairs they coulda done that in. So then they tell me they're leaving and we need to come on. 11:25?!!
My response: "WHAT?!! Abigale still has to shower! Why didn't you tell me what time we were going to leave??"

So they went without us. They'll be bringing us something back to eat on the way. ARGH.

Later I'm gonna post the full reasons why I'm not too keen on this moving thing.
:: Glo Paint 11:52 AM ::


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I don't want to move because I feel like I have moved way too much for one lifetime. I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma and lived there until I was 13. Then my mom moved me away from all I knew and we ended up in Hawai'i. I had a new climate, a new culture, and a new stepdad...and I was just adjusting to one school when I had to move from Mililani to Wahiawa. (Our house had been broken into two times in two months.) In Wahiawa I was the only blonde girl, and practically the only white girl, even though I wasn't exactly blonde. (But I AM so white as to be nearly transparent.) So they pretty much hated me. I didn't even have time to adjust to that school before I was pulled out and shipped to good old St. Louis.

Four school changes and four moves in one school year. Not to mention two family changes. I was miserable. Now I've had two years to really get settled down again, and viola! I have to move. I hate it.


At least they aren't making me change schools. That's a pro. At least they aren't making me buy my own car and gas. Since we'll be so far away from my high school, they're just gonna give me one. At least that's what Fam says, but I highly wonder if she has run that past the Almighty Unc yet. We shall see. And who knows? I might end up with a pool. Which would be an exercise=freckle creation plus. ((Still trying to type FREAK-les, LMAO.)
:: Glo Paint 12:13 PM ::


(IN RESPONSE TO A NOTE: By the way, I know what in the hell a viola is. I use it jokingly as a fake, corny sound effect. I knew these people wouldn't understand my slang, LOL. Now they all think I'm a dumbass. Good grief!!!!!) ROFLMAO.