Blarg. Just....BLARG.

And stuff.
SO.
Tried asking my mommy to let Drew stay the night on New Year's Eve. She said she'd ask dad. I told her not to after Drew asked his dad - because he said no. Due to the fact my parents are working that night. What I don't quite comprehend, however, is that he said no to staying the night - but not to coming over for the day. My parents would leave for work around 5ish and not be home until probably 2 a.m. Drew would leave around 9:30. So...yeah. I could understand not wanting him to come over because my parents were gone. I could even understand him not wanting him to spend the night if they WERE home.
If he came over and left at 9:30...he'd still be here without my parents home AND he'd have to drive home on New Year's Eve with the crazies....
Fuck. People confuse the hell out of me.

Moving on.

I HAS iTUUUUNES.
Seeing how I got a $15 card from parentals, and Drew gave me his $25...I has $40 worth of iTunes.
Thus far;
I Get Off - Halestorm
Predictable - Good Charlotte
1985 - Bowling For Soup
Stop Me When You've Had Enough - Nural
Massive - The Loved Ones
Anthem - Zebrahead
Twisted Transistor - KoRn
All That I've Got - The Used
Drain the Blood - The Distillers
Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
Come On, Come On - Smash Mouth
Dopeman - Less Than Jake

Listen to 'em if you haven't already. Good stuff.

Ah. The guitar is named, by the way. Maria, by Drew's suggestions. After songs by All Time Low [Dear Maria, Count Me In] and Green Day [Maria].
So yeah. Yayyy. Rachel's is named Abraham.

Dude. I'm all...weird again. Egad.
I went from 'I don't care, I'm going to do what I like, fuck the money, I'll get by, have fun and be happy' to... 'AGH. Can't just do whatever, nothing I'd like would work out anyway, money's necessary, I can't do just anything, wouldn't be worth it..' blah blah blah.
This is bullshit. For realz.
The worst part, is even if I WANTED to go back to everything - the writing/photography/artsy crap - I don't think I can. I grew up a bit and no longer see the point. I don't....Egh. It's not the same now. If I tried any of it now, I'd give up in an hour by realizing there's no point and it's a waste of time. Because it is and it would all fall through eventually.
-headdesk- I'm starting to think I'm entirely different than I was, I'm going to continue changing, not like it, and not be able to fix it.
Fuck.

ANYWAY.
Excuse the ranting. Felt like it.

....
It's cold.

I'm updating this not by force.

Magical, no?
SO;

1.) Kentucky appears a no-go. My daddy's exact words when mom asked him before he left for work yesterday; "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Not all too promising. And he didn't mention it again yesterday, they're leaving tomorrow, Drew's coming over today, so mommy and I are taking it as a no. Ah well. /shrug
2.) My nieces and nephew are absofruitly amazing. Mom was telling me yesterday, and she heard it from my grandmom, SO, excuse slight lapses in details. They get kind of batty and forget stuff.
Maddie, Emily [Emmy], and Johnny. They're roughly 2-5, somewhere in that age bracket. All going to school.
Maddie tells Colleen [their mom, my brother's wife] that she didn't have to pack her lunch one day, because she wouldn't be hungry. Next day, she's all 'I'm not going to school today, I need to rest." So Colleen asked her what was up and it turns out she's being bullied. Some kid's stealing her lunch or something. Colleen has to talk to the teacher.
On the other side though, apparently some boy did/said [mommy couldn't remember] something to Emmy....who proceeded to haul off and punch the kid in the face. Pure Emmy.
Another time, some kid accidentally bumped Emmy. So Johnny proceeded to push/punch [dunno] the kid in return.
Now, you have to keep in mind that Johnny's very slightly autistic. He's not bad, but will probably learn a little slower than most. He's usually been really quiet and introverted. Also keep in mind that with autistic kids, you have to look directly at them when you speak.
So they're getting ready to leave one day, putting on jackets and stuff. Johnny's putting on his coat and the teacher goes "It's not time to leave yet Johnny." He continues. She repeats herself. He looks at her, puts his hands on her face, and says "It is time to leave now."
She said it was too cute to stop him.

I love these kids.



EDIT; I managed to get one picture while they were here in August. Excuse the quality, since they're twitchy and fail to sit still.
Maddie [Left] & Emmy [Right]

Manda's forcing me to update this....

So it appears it's update time yet again.
You don't really care and you know it, why make me? /sigh
ANYWAY.

1.) EHMAHGAWD IT'S A WEEK FROM CHRISTMAS. And therefore like twoish until 2010. Dude...My brain hurts. It's way too hot to be this close to Christmas, I demand a replay.
2.) I miiiiiiiiiiight be going to Kentucky in about two days. Drew's family's going up again [they have a barn-like house up there, and they have this beat up trailer. They want to take the trailer home to sell it, but have to go up to make sure it's working first. Drew has to go because they want him to help drive. Naturally.] and I'm semi-invited. Drew begged to let me go, they said yes, my mommy seems okay with it....so it's all up to my daddy and we shall find out probably later today.
If I do, shall be leaving Friday around 2:00 p.m. and back sometime...roughly Tuesday. Drew's dad needs to be back to work on Wednesday, so yeahh. It'll be short, but nevertheless.
3.) My parents are stupid. Love them, but stupid. For some reason my dad feels the need to get us stuff for Christmas [when we're broke as Pinocchio smashed into a wall], and have us be surprised. [Santa thing's been out of the bag for a while, but last year we all picked out what we wanted, and they wouldn't let us have anything until Christmas. Which sucked. It also sucks picking what you're getting and getting them BEFORE Christmas, because Christmas is boring.] So we had to make lists. They know stuff we want, they get what they feel the need. Simple, see what happens.
4.) I maaay be starting my own little business. Can't tell you what I'd be selling just yet, considering it's some of your Christmas presents and surprises are fun [if not for your end, then for mine]. So once you get your stuff, you'll know what I'm on about. For now, details;
Everyone know how Mystery Google [Now called Mystery Seeker, but it's gay so I refuse to call it that] works? If not; It's set up just like the normal Google search engine, but instead of getting results for whatever YOU type in, you get the results for whatever the person BEFORE YOU typed. I.e.; Someone types 'batman'. You come on and type 'Cheetos'. You get the web results for batman, and the person after you gets Cheetos. Comprende? Pretty cool. There are a lot of people who do things they call 'missions'. I.e. 'Your mission is to draw a pink cow and send it to so-and-so email address.' [I didn't make it up, I got that and completed it, even though my cow looked more like a deformed rat.] It's random, but fairly entertaining.
For those of you Twilight - er, Lautner - obsessed, I once got a result that said 'Taylor Lautner [you're welcome]'. Yep.
But the point of this; My dad and Drew have been telling me to sell the things I'm making for a while. I didn't think it'd be worth it, since no one would bother. Decided to test it. I put a link to a picture, and asked people to check it out, and email me if they'd buy it for themselves or someone else. I got over 30 responses, [difficult when not everyone bothers, and you pretty much have to spam the message to get anything. Did that for a couple nights] only two of which said no, all the others said yes. One person said I should make backpacks and hats out of the same idea, another guy said slippers. One asked if they were durable, because he has a cat that likes to play destroy. A nice chunk of the people said they'd want to know if I decided to sell them. Two people told me about etsy.com, a place to sell all your homemade things.
SO, I think I might. I'll be doing it after Christmas sometime [not entirely sure when], but we shall see what happens.
5.) My dad's parents are coming to Florida in a month or so. Dad's convinced they won't stay here after the huge fail of a visit that was February. Mom thinks they will. I'm almost positive they will. Shoot me?
6.) Might be getting my ears pierced again relatively soonish. Put it on the Christmas list, but when mom asked me about some stuff on it, she didn't mention them. So I'm not sure if that's a 'fuck no' or a 'maybe'. /shrug Regardless, if it's not mentioned before or at Christmas, I'll have to beg. Can do.
7.) My sisters have been randomly searching the internet in hopes of finding books that are to be made into movies, and they're succeeding. No guarantees, so don't get your hopes up if you've read them and would like them to be put to the screen, since all that they've found are basically for 2011-2013, not sure about any 2010, but anyway, some of my highlights;
King Dork by Frank Portman. My all-time second favorite book. I'll be interested to see how they make this into a movie, if they do.
Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy. If they have the right people for it, and don't screw up directors and whatnot like they did for Twilight....this could be really, really awesome. Or it could suck.
Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr. Again not sure how they're going to do it, but this one was confirmed on the website for the book, and so I wouldn't hesitate too much to count on it being made. Should be interesting.
There are a few more my sisters are excited about, but seeing how I haven't read them...I care very little just yet, and don't really remember which ones they are....Forgive me. Do your own research.
8.) Also about the Kentucky thing that I forgot to mention and can't be bothered to make that section any longer than it already is; Contact. Not aliens kittens; Contact with YOU. FYI, I probably will have very little if any. I'll have my cell phone, but texting will be almost nonexistent due to the apparently extreme lack of a signal up there. They have 70 acres, what do you expect? Might get some on the days we're driving, but no guarantees. Basically, don't expect to hear much from me for a few days. If I can go, I'll send out an email and whatnot, explaining the whole thing, so don't worry about it until then. I won't be bringing my laptop since there's no internet connection unless we go to town while we're up there, and if we do I just won't bother. So yeah, if I can't text at all, consider me nonexistent for a bit.
9.) ....I think it's supposed to be basically 35 degrees up there. Yeahhh. I'ma need to pack warm.
10.) Even if I go, you all SHOULD have your Christmas gifts in time for Christmas. I finished one part, now I have to do the other one, which I'll hopefully have done today. My mommy said if I go and don't have it done, I can show her how I want it and she'll finish it for me, but I should be able to get it finished so she can mail them while I'm gone. So yeah. Expect 'em.

That's all I can think of. So shut up Panda. Mission Accomplished.

Nina's forcing me to update this...

So. More updates. I'm going to skip the apologies for abandoning the blog, because I just can't be bothered. SO, since the last update;

1.) Saw my brother and his family in August. That was cool, the kids are crazy but awesome. Emily's a chatterbox. Bonkers.
2.) Went shopping today, didn't entirely want to. Go nail polish. Whoo. And tank tops. *confetti*
3.) Drew and I are going to be Pirates for Halloween. Don't ask me why I capitalized 'pirates'. BOOYA. Need to go to the Good Will and get some shtuff for costumes...hm.
4.) If his daddy says yes, and my parents also, [which they all should, but parents are weird so you never know] he'll be here Saturday, and therefore we'll probably just bump around this shopping plaza 4 miles from my house for a chunk of the day. We both need jackets since cooler weather appears to be approaching [victory] and we've kind of taken each others' favorites hostage. So yeah. And other stuff. You don't want to know about. Trust me.
5.) I totally want Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches for Christmas. I'm not even kidding. We got ladybugs, praying mantises and butterflies for Christmas a few years ago [different years, and multiple times], from InsectLore. They have Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches. They give you two. I want them. I shall name them Archibald and Cornelius. Wish me luck?
6.) Oooooooh. Meg met a chunk of Drew's family last week. His little cousin Haven's birthday party was at his grandparents' house, so he took me for that. Was cool. And I met their cows. And goats. Was pretty sweet. And I don't think I'm hated, so that's always a bonus. Ding ding.
7.) I want to paint some stuffs on my wall. I.e. drag the projector down from the closet, and paint, because I can't free-hand these. Namely, this; http://mp3designs.deviantart.com/art/Jack-Skellington-Tattoo-Design-59752022 and a couple other things. Why? Because I feel the need. And I'll probably wait to do those until around Thanksgiving becaaaause...
8.) ...Drew will be in Georgia. His parents are going to Kentucky, and were going to make him go. But he hates it there, and they won't let him stay home alone for the week. Plus Trey wants to go. Gah. So Drew's going to Georgia with his grandparents. Yippee. I'll attempt to kill time with Jack Skellington and shtuff.
9.) The new Three Days Grace album is AMAZERFUL. Sarah's off her rocker for thinking it's not as good as the other two. But I still luffles her so it's all good. But this CD is freaking awesome.
10.) Uhm...I'm sure I could think of other things to say, but considering the fact that I can't be bothered...Ciao.

Uhm...updates?

Well looky at what I've abandoned YET AGAIN.
Going to stop going through that whole 'sorry for abandoning now I'll write more' crap. I'll write when I can or when I think about it, mkay? Good. Kaythx. *waves*
MOVING ON.

Stuff to talk about;
1.) Thus far, my room and my parents room are the only non-tiled in the house. Jackie's is being grouted at the moment. I get to keep my floor for a while<3
2.) Drew's camping this week. Be back TOMORROW<3
3.) Also tomorrow, my aunt and uncle [mom's brother and his wife] are in from N.J. Staying with grandparents tomorrow and overnight, then Sunday going over to this resort thingy. We'll go see them tomorrow. Sometime.
4.) Will also be going to family friend's house sometime soonish. Maybe tomorrow, but Sally [mom's friend] has to work tomorrow night, as of now, and therefore it might be next week. -shrug-
5.) I feel like painting. Thinking random stripe patterns allllll over my room. I need tape and black paint, pronto. Oh look, I already have those...SCORE.
6.) My mom got another job, since the bartending thing is kind of EPICALLY FAILING at the moment. Yay for economic fuck-ups. -sarcasm- But yeah, mom got one, and both my parents are still looking for other stuff. Me, I'm going to wait the four months until my birthday so I can get something semi-decent, since no one hires anyone under 16. Except Publix. And...just no.
7.) Really really really wanting to dye my hair -some type of orange, I think- and get a couple more holes in my ears. Probably around my birthday, hopefully.
8.) On a bit of a mix-CD spree. Current musical obsessions; Monster - Skillet [thank you Pandaaa<3],>Tegan & Sara, NOFX, Fireflies - Owl City, One Way to Kansas, LUDO, Heart of Eros, Dope - Addiction & Everything Sucks, etc.
8 1/2.) I really hope all those links are right. *cough*
9.) Because of parentals working, Meg is doing quite a bit more cooking/cleaning. So yeah. Fun stuff. -shifty eyes- Or not. But it's tolerable. Do what you've gotta do. -shrug-
10.) My brother and his family's coming down next month. Yayyy. Haven't seen them since '05, haven't even met my nephew. Oi.
11.) I feel the need to make this strawberry-frosted cupcakes that no one else likes. Yet I don't think we have strawberries. Fail.
12.) I think most of you know about Peppy. But I'll explain anyway; Few weeks ago my dad was in the garage taking one of our dogs outside, heard something growling in the garage. Turned out to be this tiny little chihuahua wedged between our laundry machine and the wall in the garage. Took a while, but he pulled her out and she was all adorable and awesome. My mother insisted on calling her Rory after Gilmore Girls >.> We kept her. My mom and sister took her to the vet to find out if she had a chip a few days later. Turned out she did, and the vet specified with the chip was on a military base. They couldn't get through to any of the other numbers or emails, and nobody seemed to be looking for her, so she was basically our's.
The downside; She was in heat, and therefore going crazy with my two fixed male dogs >.> Torturing them, basically XD And she was flipping my cat out by barking nonstop at her. Plus she fails with guests and we think not house-trained. SO, because we just can't deal with that right now and don't really have the money to get her fixed [someone my dad works with told him the SPCA did it for 25 dollars T_T We knew this AFTER my mom called their other friend from work and asked if she wanted her.] So their friend Mary came last night and got her. She has two other Chihuahuas and knows how to train them, so she'll be better there. I liked her though Dx
OH AND. Apparently her real name is Peppy [gag, I know]. Mary has a Chihuahua named almost the same thing. -fail-
13.) Uhmyeah. I think that's about it? KBAI. *falls over*

Three cheers for fucked up health issues

Yeah so. Lots going on, little of it good. Whoo for inane suckiness.

Not sure what's up with Grandmom - she's had screwy health problems most of her life, and hasn't bothered to take care of herself - but she and my mom think it's lung cancer. Appears that way, though they don't know for sure yet.

As for mom...she's been having nonstop numbness in her fingertips for about two months now. She researched some and found that it has something to do with her neck.

She was in a massive car accident twenty years ago, and apparently the hospital retards didn't check everything they should have, and she'd had whiplash. So nowwww, the bones in her neck/spine have just kind of crumbled into themselves, and she's basically lost almost all of the bone mass. And the discs are pressing on this nerve, which is what's screwing up her fingers. Turns out if they press on it any harder, she could [and will, eventually] lose all the feeling and muscle in her hands and arms.

The chiropractor's going to try some stuff, but you can't regrow bones so it's pretty much done. She COULD get this crazy surgery [slice her back open and insert something to hold everything up again] and that would make her fingers better, but we have no idea what that would cost, and she's not really into having foreign objects in her body.

So yeah. That just all entirely s*cks.

Uhm, yeah, eat the candy not me?

....Well.

Care to forgive me for abandoning ze blog yet again?

Sorry. The boyfriend's a little bit addicting.

Oh. Yeah. Topic and excuse #1: The Boyfriend.

Be shocked. Be really, really shocked. I'll join you.

Should probably start from the beginning. And shorten it a lot.

Some of you know, some of you know of, and some of you have no idea about my friend Drew. Met him roughly two and a half years ago [FLVS, whoo]. We were friends, we stopped talking for nine months, started talking again Summer of '07. Were friends for a few months, I got unnecessarily annoyed with him, and we stopped talking again. The problem; Missed him terribly but had that stupid Meg-like/Guy-like ego and refused to talk to him.

But I did. Of course I did. I'm glad I did.

Sent off an email at 1 in the morning last month. March 13th.

Actually, what I did was type a whole email of what I was going to say, then put my email address and his in wordpad. Both posted a few times in different parts of the document. Then closed my eyes, copied one, and sent it. And naturally, it was his. The other option would have been sending it to myself.

Anyhow. We started talking again, and he was once again one of my best friends in under a week. And then, as usual, we entirely fell for each other. Again.

And that's pretty much where it stands as of now. He's going to Kentucky the first week in May [for a week] and we're working out a plan to meet up before that....Work in progress, but at least we're making progress.

With the tile-laying still happening at my house, my laptop has taken up residence in my bedroom. Much to my happiness, because I've been up until about 1 a.m. [sometimes earlier, sometimes later] every single night talking to him. Except this weekend - he's at the beach - and last weekend - boyscouts. Dead serious. Sooooo. I'm pretty much ungodly happy.

And I've babbled on about this for too long.

In other news;

Easter's tomorrow. Don't think we're doing anything. But Rachel and my parents went shopping today and came home with a freakish amount of candy. The result of us never having it, and now having an excuse for it. I'm not going to begin to list it, so here's the picture I just HAD to take;

So that's the majority of our Easter celebration, it seems. And with the risk of offending each and every one of you, I really must relay the joke these awesomely amazing radio DJs had going on last night. If Jesus rose from the dead and came back alive - which is, apparently, what we celebrate on Easter - then that more or less makes him a zombie. So the majority of the world worships a zombie. Pretty snazzy, no?

Forgive me. They crack me up.

What else....what else...Hmm. I'm making a collage. Some of my own photography that I actually like. And another one for language arts. AND I'm going to take the driver's ed course on FLVS. Mommy just has to approve the request. So that'll be a little while. Regardless.

Ooh. Because I must mention this; Everyone pretty much knows that my parents don't want my sisters or myself to get our license at 16, right? Right. Well mom asked if Drew had his permit, and I said yes. And she asked what he thought about our thing. I told her that he thought it was stupid seeing how I'll have to wait a year to get the license if I don't even have the permit. So she said I could sign up for the class.

Me and him are thinking we'll have to get him to mention MySpace/Facebook and maybe I can get that too. It's working out nicely. Randomly, but nicely.

Really not too much else going on here...Two more months of Poynter. -cry- This month, the 21st. Next month is graduation.

Concert on the 22nd....50 Cent got added to the bill. My sisters, me and my mom were not pleased with this. We figured it would give us time to walk around, get a drink/something to eat, though, so we got over it. When we mentioned it to Dad, his reaction was "REALLY? That's awesome! He's great."

And you people wonder where I come from.

Happy birthday to youu...

Speaking of which.

Seeing how it's four in the morning now, [listening to 4.m. by Our Lady Peace, of course] it's my dad's birthday.

12 again.<3

Interesting stuffs? Meg's been jazzed all day.

Well. Good news.
Thank god.
Went home for a few hours on Wednesday. House is a mess, but the tile's going to be nice.
Remember in the 'drama' post I mentioned my dad's thyroid condition, and how he was having it tested on Monday? How stress can be...well, very, very bad. How everyone was immensely stressed out? We were supposed to get the results around Friday, but incidentally, the call came while we were there Wednesday.
Perfectly fine, entirely normal.
-big sigh-
I cannot even explain to you how much of a relief that is.

On top of that.
Not all of you know the whole story, but I'm sure if you bump around this blog and the poetry one you'll undoubtedly find some mention of a certain person whom I no longer talk to.
Well, 'talked', I guess, considering that's out the window now. I wait a year and a half convincing myself not to say anything, just happens that at one in the morning I can't take it anymore, figure 'what the hell' and send out a snazzy little sugar-induced email.
Talking again. Figures. Missed him more than I thought.
Either way, yay for action.

I felt it necessary to share.

http://mree.deviantart.com/art/Fuzz-Academy-The-Massacre-55906602
I may never eat gummy bears again.
And no, for once it isn't Marco's sadistic Gummy Bear obsession here. Just someone else's. Who knew?

Oooooh, DRAMA.

Alright so here it is.
The inevitable rant-a-thon post.
Today's topic; Grandparents, tile, and lots of dust.
So first you should know; My mom's parents live a mile from us. I am currently staying at their house. More on why later.
My dad's parents live in New Jersey, along with my dad's two living sisters. My dad's two brothers also live in Florida. Mom's side of the family has nothing to do with this, so don't hurt yourself straining to find something about them.
Anyway.
When we moved into our house, we had tile in the kitchen and bathrooms, and carpet throughout the rest of the house. Then we got my yorkie, who was a very, very 'normal' puppy. If you understand the term 'accidents' you'll get what I mean. On top of that, my whole family had horrible allergies when we moved here. So eventually, we tore up all the carpet. But unfortunately, tile costs money. Our house is only the slightly larger side, so quite a bit of tile would be necessary. And we'd have to rip up the existing tile to do all of that.
Mhm. So since then, every time my dad's parents come to visit, there's always some mention of the floors. We're all fine with it - I painted stuff onto the concrete in my bedroom. We're used to it. But my grandparents apparently, were not.
So they went out and bought us tile to do the whole house. Came in with samples, let us pick, bought it all. Which was nice, obviously. But do keep in mind, we never asked for it. They did it by their choice.
Aaaand then it went downhill.
[Inane ranting appearing soon. Beware.]
My grandfather [otherwise known as Pop. Dad's side is Grammy and Pop, and mom's is Grandmom and Grandpop. So we don't get confused and whatnot. FYI.] decides he's going to help my dad lay the new tile.
-sigh-
I'm not putting every single detail because that would take years. Either way, those two cannot work together for anything. For one, my parents [and the rest of us] thought everything would be good if they waited for my dad's friend to come check out/tear up the old tile in the kitchen/bathrooms. [Harry. He's nice, but kind of...well, instead of Larry the Cable Guy, it's Harry the Tile Guy.] But no. Pop insists upon starting in the living room.
Uhm...excuse me? WTF do you think you're doing starting in the MIDDLE OF THE BUILDING?
Then there were the baseboards. Dad wanted to take them off, but was afraid they'd break. Pop had the bright idea to cut them. So him, my dad, and my mom's dad are all working on cutting out the bottom piece of baseboard.
You'd think they'd be sliding the tiles underneath, right? No. They get placed like an inch away. Why? Don't ask me.
On top of that, there's the fact that somehow or another, Pop was going crazy and rushing through it, so whatever he decided to do, most of the tiles in the living room [which, thank god, is the only room they got to] are hollow and will more than likely wind up cracking.
Through all of this, remember both my grandfathers are in their 70's, and my dad has a severely whacked-out Thyroid condition. If he goes into what they call Thyroid Storm, he could have a massive heart attack and probably die. Stress brings this on. So you can imagine how we've been getting on the last week. Not well. He goes for a test tomorrow [er, today? Tuesday.] and should get the results back on Thursday or Friday. My mom asked Grammy about waiting a week to do more tile until we got the results. She nodded a bit and changed the subject. The next day they're back at it moving stuff out of our rooms.
Heeeeeere we go.
That was the day we were coming over here - Friday. We had packed all of our stuff earlier, and had taken round 1 to my mom's parents' house. Then Rachel, mom and I went over to Hair Cuttery to get my hair trimmed, and then back home to pick up the last load of stuff. When we get home, Pop's loading up their van. We all kind of looked at each other and got out, knowing something must have happened. Dad's in the garage. Pop's saying something along the lines of 'we're going to get going. I can't help him, he's impossible to help.' I was seriously about ready to go off on him there. But I kept my mouth shut, knowing it would upset my mom and not wanting to make things worse. So dad says something back, and we go inside, leaving them on our drive way. Grammy's bringing more of her bags out. Says goodbye to us, crying, of course, mom's losing it, I'm in the bathroom crying my eyes out.
She didn't say goodbye to my dad. Just left.
Care to guess more?
My cousin's crazy into baseball, kay? He's Rachel's age, been playing little league for years. So through one of his friends, he got to be one of the bat boys for a game on Thursday. My grandparents, dad, Pop's sister Anita and her boyfriend Leo all went. And drove together. My dad was driving. [Anita' insane and I always thought Leo was quite. -shrug-]
Doesn't have a great day there, and on the way back all hell breaks lose when he misses an exit. They have to go all the way to St. Petersburg, to Sarasota, and then all the way back to get on I-4. And gets incessantly yelled at by everyone the whole way. Naturally yells back. So apparently Grammy didn't talk to him from that night on. Lovely.
Found out yesterday that Leo was going off about homeschooling and how homeschoolers are antisocial and whatnot. Assholes. They might all want to know where my mom found out about homeschooling in the first place - which was from my dad's mother. Anita, on the other hand, is a purely annoying, self-centered crazy and no one exists in her eyes but my cousin. I don't think she even remotely knows our names. I don't care, I honestly cannot stand the woman. The only reason dad went to the stupid thing was because my uncle gave him a ticket for his birthday. Did he invite us? Oh, of course not. He's exactly like his father. Stubborn, mean, and a pure jerk. They're okay when they're being nice, but give it a second. It'll be gone.
So fast forward again to the departing scene. I'm out of the bathroom, sitting on the couch with my dogs. Rampant screaming from the driveway. Didn't sound pretty. So they left, mom takes Rae and I back to Grandmom and Grandpop's. Goes back to see how dad is. Upset, obviously.
Yesterday Harry came over and ripped up all the tile for us. We were still at my grandparents, so when we called, dad told us to come over and check it out. [He's like a 12 year old, always gets so excited.] So we do. It's a mess, of course, a disaster zone, but it's all up. Which is good. Still have to take up some of the concrete they used to put it down [you're supposed to use thin set morons] but other than that, it's up. When we went over, we found out that Grammy and Pop had left a bag of their's here. They have a key to the house, so I don't know if he just let himself in or rang the doorbell, but he came in, went back to get the bag, and left. Never said a word to anyone. Turns out they drove up to my aunt and uncles. [Which wasn't a long drive. They live in the same subdivision as us, a street up. Literally can walk to their house in about five seconds.]
Now they're in south Florida visiting some friends. Dad did what Grandmom thought might be a good idea if he was upset and didn't want to fight. Which was apologize, even though he didn't do anything. So, he called them. Talked to my grandfather for half an hour.
Aww. Big happy ending right?
Wrong.
Heaven forbid my grandfather accept the unnecessary apology, say 'okay, it's done' and move on, no. They have to have another 30-minute long screaming fight over the phone. I can only imagine what their friends must have been thinking. But then, anyone who knows my grandfather knows he can be utter hell.
Aaand that's it thus far. They also forgot a battery cable for something, but we'll be mailing that too them. Grandmom and I were talking about it when she got off the phone with my mom earlier. At least he tried. Pop, obviously, cannot be mature about it and stop being an asshole, so it sucks for everyone involved, but my dad did what he could do.
He doesn't think they'll ever come back.
I hate to say it, but it almost doesn't bother me. I don't get along with either of them. Grammy's super-holy, and you all know my view on that. I'm not religious, but I'm not going to bash other people for it. I respect your opinion, but I don't always agree with it. I even covered over the Sex Pistols and Marilyn Manson paintings [just band names] in my room so she didn't freak out too much. I try to be understanding, but then, whoopsy, I do something a little too Meg-like. I have absolutely nothing to talk about with the woman.
And Pop. Oi. He's okay sometimes, but then goes and does something. For instance, when Rae and I got our hair cut the other day, Grammy went with us and our mom. [And insisted, for whatever twisted reason, on taking pictures throughout the whole ordeal. I was shooting daggers when she asked us to stand in front of the door for 'before and after pictures."] She bought Rae the hair-cut for her birthday, which was in January. [Wanted to get her something while they were here.] When we get home, Grammy asks Pop if he saw our haircuts. By the way, my bangs are too long. I had side-bangs, then I cut them myself into blunt bangs. I liked them, but they need a trim. I let the hairstylist leave them alone because I was going to trim them myself. Pop says nothing but something about taking the scissors to them. Uhuh, gee thanks. You couldn't even pretend to not be a jerk, for like a second? Geez.
They mean well, I know, but it only lasts for about a millisecond before they're mad.
Oooh, forgive me for forgetting. While my dad was on the phone with Pop tonight, he 'found out' why they bought us the tile. Edited version, since I'm not sure what he actually said, but translated from my dad to my mom to my Grandmom to me, it was something along the lines of us living in a pigsty.
Just because we don't have tile? Really? You're really that vain?
It sucks for everyone, because obviously fighting with your family isn't fun, but I swear I'll be fine if they don't come back. I mean, I don't want them to keep fighting, obviously, I just won't really miss them. The only family members I really like are my parents and sisters [even though they all drive me nuts at times, I love 'em], my mom's parents, and my Grammy's sister Stella. Everyone else....I either dislike them or don't know them well enough to like them. I like my mom's side of the family, but I just really don't know any of them. I don't remember anyone from when we lived up north, and the few times people have visited...well, that's all I really know of them. Which isn't much.
Nyeft. And I've been thinking. What's all this garbage about 'family'? Stuff like 'you can't pick your family but in the end they're all you've got'. Bull. Just because you share blood with someone doesn't mean they're you're last strand of hope. I have friends. I guarantee each and everyone know me and like me more than the majority of my family.
Either way. Dunno exactly how all this is going to play out, but my ranting is over. Shall update if things change, I guess.

I love having cute friends.

Seriously?

http://mfactor328.deviantart.com/art/Nervous-115214192

Oh come on. Don't tell me he isn't adorable.

But - aw damn - he's 17. How entirely upsetting.

Oh well. Moving on.

I could rant and rave about how much I hate my family. [Not the immediate one. They annoy me sometimes, but I love them. And my mom's parents. And my dad's aunt. I hate everyone else. Well, everyone else on my dad's side. My mom's side's okayish.]

But I don't want to bore anyone and I don't really feel like it. Long story short; I imagine it will be a long time if ever that I see my dad's parents again. Was not pretty yesterday. Or the whole week, really. Utter hell. And I mean that as close to literal as you could imagine.

Anyway.

Went shopping today. Got three pair of socks, a hat, mini-speakers for my iPod and the GNV FLA CD from Less Than Jake. Who are playing at the House of Blues tomorrow night.

-sigh-

Have I mentioned worst week of my life yet?

And...uhm...WTF is wrong with me?

So I'm going a tad insane. Dunno what it is, but I've been even more hyper and jumpy than normal this week. And I've really got no way to get rid of it, so I've been going crazy blasting my stereo and trying not to rip my closet apart or something equally unhelpful. Like piercing my ears. Convincing myself to relax is not working. Particularly, I'm sure, simple due to the fact that I'm me. But you do what you can. On top of that, I'm starting to feel just a tad weird about the whole writing thing. No, it's not that I don't like it anymore - I do, and it's still what I want to do. It's just...Not really sure. I'm kind of an odd person in that I hate monotony with a passion. I want to DO something. I'm semi-terrified that during book-writing [or article-writing, blog-writing...whatever it may be] I'll do what I always do and fall apart halfway through then not get started again. Which obviously won't work if that's the career I chose. Obviously I'm sure I could acquire the necessary will-power to work through it...but I'm actually starting to think I need to do something with music. Not that I can sing and have yet to learn an instrument, but I write, don't I? Somehow or another, I need to be a part of this. Music has and continues to be what gets me through things, and though my tastes have changed, it's the one thing I've loved my whole life. Music and writing. Why not combine them?I've always figured that if I get into journalism, I'd love more than anything to write about music. Click my two greatest loves together and...well how exactly does that go wrong? Meg is a tad confused at the moment.

All hail the powers of Chapstick.

Chapstick = <3
Woke up yesterday morning well before nine, which is weirdly...weird, for me. Somehow or another, I managed to split my lip. -shrug- Suppose I wasn't nearly hydrated enough during the night. Which is what my mom said, to which I explained it's kind of difficult to drink while you're sleeping...
So I drank half my water, and stumbled into the bathroom [not sure what I thought I'd find to help in there] but it was just a tad too bright, and I wound up flailing around, blinded. Crawled back into bed, sucking on my lip, until I regained some spit of consciousness and dug around in the box next to my bed for my chapstick.
Which I've been incessantly using since then.

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But it is worth it.

Aaaand....Dooooomsday.

WELL.
Finally feeling a bit better - nose is still a tad twitchy, but I'm otherwise okay.
Which is good, especially considering my grandparents are coming tomorrow night. [You know, unless something changes. It's bound to.] Moved the majority of my stuff into my sister's room today. Cleaned my room + bathroom. Cleaned up the kitchen. Twice.
Can you tell I'm not as sick anymore? Was kind of on fire today. -shrug-
We're still going to have to do loads tomorrow, but I figure I got some done today.
I thought I'd warn you in advance; I probably won't be posting, or even online, too much next week. Must keep busy to avoid board games with the grandmother. At all costs.

An add-on to the last post

*cough*
I had to, of course.
It's not quite the Sam and Matt awesomeness...but it is Matt, so you deal with it.
The other kid annoys me slightly, but it's all good.
SMILEY FIGHT!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcZdRuncBPQ&feature=channel_page

All hail the insanity of Sam and Matt.

Alright, I'm hoping I'm not the only one who cracks up at this, but I'll entirely understand if none of you find it funny.
I absolutely love these two.
And those glasses.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bzU245wues&feature=channel_page

*Sneeze*

So it's almost 4 a.m.
I got less than an hour of sleep before I realized I wasn't going to get any more, so here I am.
And I'm sick, as I'm sure you've heard by now. Making it known so nobody gets confused on Saturday, since I almost certainly will not be going.
Oh well. Sucks, but there's always next year.
Just really wishing I could sleep, but every time I lay down [or sit/stand, anything really] I feel like my head's going to explode.
So I'm wasting my time bumping around the Internet.
And nobody's on...naturally, so I'm kind of bored.
That's about it.
Booo.

Eghhhh....ICE CREAM WAFFLES!

Well I'm a little sick.
Dad's in Daytona for the race [which got called on account of rain. Not entirely sure who they said won.] should be home later tonight, but I dunno.
So we're just doing random stuff while he's gone.
Like having strawberry ice cream/waffle sandwiches for dinner.
Which was naturally a brilliant idea.
But I'm naturally ready to puke right now.
Apparently you can only have so much ice cream waffles before you've had enough.
Was good though. So that's all that really matters.

Wishlist

Hmm...
So since I'm being greedy.
Wishlist time.
Why?
Because I feel like it. So there.

I seriously want a typewriter. Don't ask. One of those random things. We used to have one but 'had no use for it' and got rid of it. -sigh-

And a Polaroid camera. My mom's argument on that is that they take sucky pictures. Which sometimes that effect is desired, but I'd like one of the new versions - same idea as the old ones, instant picture and all that, but it's like a digital as you can save them and I'd assume there's better picture quality. Haven't really looked into it.

...That's about it, really. Well, a thousand dollar shopping spree in the Virgin Record store, and various bookstores, but you know.
I'm trying to keep it semi-possible.

Deviously...well, Deviant.

DeviantArt.
dA.
Whatever.
So, pictures, poems, whatever you like, you can and will find it on DeviantArt.com
And you can add your own. It's like photobucket, only a million times cooler.
Check it out, yes? I know how much you guys love your poems and pictures, you might even think about signing up. This is my second account - I signed up once and forgot about it. Oh well. Second time's a charm?
My page, if you care; http://cautionwetfloor.deviantart.com/

Perfect Poisons

Yeah well, another new blog.
http://perfectpoisons.blogspot.com/
It's just pictures. I figure if I have one for poetry, I might as well have one for photography. They're all pictures I took. Unless it's obvious they aren't, in which case...You should be able to figure it out.

Stupid fires screwing up the awesomeness

She says
I don't love you like I loved you before
She says, she says
I don't love you,
I don't love you anymore

She Says by Unwritten Law.
http://www.purevolume.com/unwrittenlaw
They're not entirely well known, but oohhhh DISASTER.
Scott Russo, lead singer, had his house burn down early Friday morning. He shared the San Diego home with his two sons, daughter and parents. Though no family members were hurt, they lost every piece of their belongings, including their pets.
Which, you know, sucks about a million times over.

Yeah yeah, it's another Manson post.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucnA8ElvZQA&feature=channel_page
Watch the interview.
Just take 8 minutes out of your precious day and watch it.
Then go and judge him the same you did before.
I dare you.
Plus I promise, he isn't entirely scary here. Yes there's a clip or two of some videos, but they last a whole of a few seconds, so I promise you won't have nightmares tonight.
Do it for Meg so she can feel like she at least tried?

Damn them.

Unbelievable.
Freaking people. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090206/ap_on_he_me/gene_drug_altered_animals
If you guys are right and there is a God, I'd appreciate it if you'd ask him to create a separate Hell, just for these people.

So...I'm back

Sorry about the horrendous break.
Technical issues.
Computer had serious problems, and so I got A NEW ONE.
And it's a Vista, instead of XP, so I'm working on figuring out said new one...
In any case. I shall be here once again.
Go ahead, be excited.
Actually, be EXTREMELY excited, and check out this; http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1604362/20090205/blink_182.jhtml
Or not, seeing as how none of you probably love Blink-182 as much as I do, but seeing how their presenting an award together on the Grammys [they broke up years ago, barely talked to each other until the plane crash drummer Travis Barker survived last year], could mean big reunion. Granted, it's only a presentation, but the fact that they're together at all is BIG.
Whoop.
Time to happy dance.