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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 8:48 pm
This is just random, and you can post if you want, but please don't be mean.
Well, today was interesting. After all, I feared for my life during the second half of it...
Let's start from the beginning: Gaia has started to take over my life, and I have been soft on it, letting it begin to occupy most of my thoughts...
Usually, my dad's girlfriend (another painful topic) turns off the internet at night when she goes to bed. Last night, she forgot, so I was on Gaia 'til after one, and didn't fall asleep 'till a little after two. I get up at five-thirty...
So, tired, groggy, and confused, I woke up, and my dad was, as usual, banging open my door. He was already dressed, which equals: he woke me up late. Dashing between the bathroom and my bedroom, I grabbed the clothes on my desk, and was glad that I'd set out my outfit the night before.
Today, instead of the uniform I usually wear, we had the option to dress in Mardi Gras colors, and of course I took the advantage. My father gave me the most hilarious expression I've ever seen on his face (except perhaps the time I babbled about Naruto to him...) and asked when my Chapel day was for school. I explained that, yes, Mardi Gras does happen every year at my school. Our classes were shortened and all moved into the first half of the day.
I was rather frustrated with my Bio teacher today, considering he went around the class asking for our homework. I think three people had it. Why? No, we're not negligent (well, most of us aren't). He didn't post the homework on the website until Sunday. Most of us checked Saturday, or maybe Friday. So, of course, he told us that we had no excuse. We just barely got out of trouble with that one.
After our normal classes, we all went down to the courtyard, where each grade and a few clubs had set up a booth. My friend was signed up for all three shifts at our Balloon Dart booth, whereas I was only signed up for the second one, but because I had nothing else to do, and had already eaten a piece of pizza and a cupcake, I stuck around, collecting the darts from the board. NEVER give a dart to a small child. MANY times were we almost hit.
And that's why I feared for my life. When the first shift ended, our advising teacher basically told my friend and I that we were doing more than our share, but not in a bad way. After the second one was halfway through, she said that we could leave. We thought it'd be find. When the third one was halfway through, we ran for it. Those kids were getting vicious, and we were getting sunburned.
And that's my unnecessary ramble of the day. ^.^
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:47 pm
My newest rant:
I am irritated with a good amount of my friends, but a couple girls in particular. I love them dearly, and I often slow down and say, "How does this look to her" when I think they're overreacting.
I've always been, as my dad refers to it, "the natural bartender." This means that people are prompted, without my doing so, to spill enormous secrets, confide their feelings, and just plain ole' vent to me.
My biggest issue with that lately, is everyone is taking me for granted. I often have to lower my standards of proper reactions, because approximately a year ago, I watched my mother die (figuratively AND literally), moved 6,000 miles in the middle of a school year, and had to adjust to what seemed to me an entirely different planet. Alabama to Hawaii...drastic.
A good deal of my old friends are still keeping good contact with me, and that's one problem. They were there when my mother died. As I said before, I'm always the go-to person when the going gets rough. My way of coping with my mom's death was to accept she was gone, and instead of moping, to get on with my life and, to avoid the scene at my home, I spent almost every afternoon at play practice and a friend's house alternately.
So, when my mom suddenly died, they were freaked, probably slightly more than I was at the time. They didn't know what would happen if I needed them emotionally, considering that was usually my job.
Lately, they've been taking advantage of my care-free attitude towards what happened. I'm not mourning, in fact i never was, and I'm not overly-dramatic, but I do need a bit of emotional support. I lost my mother before I even made it to high school! Sometimes, I have to seriously consider how my graduations (high school and college), wedding, and other important things (first kid, stuff like that) are going to be when I'm not there with my mom AND dad.
They don't seem to understand that. There was one situation where a girl came to school every day for about four days, and occasionally on random days for a month after, sulking because her dad was being "difficult" (we'll leave it at that). For the first day, it was okay to be mad and to rant and vent, but after, it's not such a big deal. I mean, sure you can be upset, but I personally think, even for my dumbed down standards, that she was acting rather immature about the situation.
Occasionally, I have issues with the same girl where she decides that she's more mature than the rest of our group (mostly when perverted topics come up). And, yes, she may be above those comments, but they are typical of teenagers. The way she handles the situations, by telling her mom and saying she'll dump them isn't mature. A lot of the reactions she has are pretty immature.
I have another friend, who, when she gets mad, takes it out on me. Once, she and I got into a fight, and she said, "You know what, *insert name here* is my only true friend, because you and *insert second name here* are never there for me!" I told her that hurt, because I had just helped her through a horrible break-up. It took her a month to realized what she'd said.
That same friend often does this thing, where she compares my mother's death to her grandfather's death...eight years ago.
1: Eight years versus one....
2: Granfdathers don't usually live with you, and I happen to know he didn't. My mother was my guardian in a divorce. I was moved all the way across the country in the middle of my eighth grade year.
3: Typically, grandfathers die during your younger lives. Parents die more towards your forties...
I love all my friends, and I try to be there for them, but sometimes they frustrate me. What's worse, is some of them pick up on my frustration, make it all about them, and act like I have no right to be irritated.
They have this way of acting like that because I'm very chilled about my mom being dead, it didn't happen. They often forget that I'm not the same. They forget that I don't have a motherly figure.
I bear with them, considering I know they've never been through anything like this, but to a certain extent, I need them to take a few steps towards me, because I can't take them all. Not even halfway is all I'm asking.
Rant over.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 7:50 pm
My friends mother recently died, about a month ago. And i attended the funeral to support her. It was the most heartbreaking thing i had ever seen. I Sympathies with you, and really hope your friends come around. Your friend that takes things out of you, I'll call her "Maddie" as is Mad. I had a friend just like her. I tried to stick with her for year until I had had enough. We argued all the time. and she would say things like "I wish i had better friends than you." "I wonder if i could trade you in for a friend who is worth something," She was very mean and pushy. and Jealous of my other friends. Eventually, me and her got in a terrible fight during a field trip to New York City, and she transferred out of my school, saying she never wanted to see me again. I totally understand how you feel about being the type who want to help others with their problems, even when you don't ask them to share. XD Sometimes we are stuck being who we are. We cant be anybody else.
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