I received some wonderful news today: Buttercup misses me horribly, to the point that she can barely get herself out of bed. She is, in fact, just lying in her bathrobe, eating ice cream straight out of the container, her hair greased with natural oils due to the fact that she hasn't showered in days, crying while she sings "All by myself, don't want to be, all by myself anymore..."
While I usually don't take such perverse pleasure in others pain, especially those I love dearly, it was nice to know that our long-distance relationship wasn't just one sided. We decided that we needed to see each other, and soon, but of course I have no money to get to her and she doesn't have the time to travel the distance. My darling Buttercup and her Wesley graciously offered to help get Gus and me to them. I jumped/leaped/skipped/Samba'd at the chance to visit.
I was even more thrilled because it meant that I could stopped on the way and spend some time with Schnookems, Pooper and Ette. Plus, if I'm lucky, I may even get a chance to introduce Gus to Bear and Melman. Than I would continue on my way to see Buttercup and Wesley, spend about 4 days with them, head back and spend a night with my brother and Lucy than go home. The next day Gus would start daycare than a week later my school would start. I would have an entire week to get all of my moving/unpacking done while Gus adjusted to daycare. Perfect plan, right? I mean, what could be wrong with it?
Queue My Mother, Mrs. Fun Hater herself. After 25+ years I have learned a thing or two so I, of course, went to my father first with my glorious idea. He was all for it, thought it was wonderful and it couldn't have been better timing. Than I dropped the bomb on the She-Devil. Before I could even finish the sentence she was stabbing it to death, saying it would put too much wear and tear on the car (I drive a car they own). First, she was against the idea because it would cost too much money than I told her about Wesley and Buttercup's offer at which point she told me no because of the car thing.
What sucks is that she has this hold over me because of the car plus I live with them. She wants me to stay here because the house is a mess full of my crap that hasn't been put away. (Here's why: Gus is moving into my old room, I'm moving into my parents' room and my parents' are moving into my brother's old room. Don't ask why, it's stupid and complicated.) I have been itching to redecorate but my parents' haven't moved ANY of their shit so I can't do anything. She wants me to stay to help them move their stuff? Than move my stuff and Gus's stuff. I don't see why they can't move their own things than, why Gus is in daycare during the day, I get everything done, I'll have a whole week. It's really ridiculous, to put it nicely and G-Rated.
I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FRIENDS! I want to get away! I want to have adult conversations! I want to get out of this state! Away from my parents!
Ugh. If I were 6 I would throw a fit.
If I were 13 I would slam my door and blast Alanis Morrisette.
If I were 18 I would pierce something and get wasted.
But I'm 25...so I will blog about it, bitch to my friends and pray my father can convince her to not suck at life.
No comments:
Post a Comment