July 5th, 2004

Wendy-Bird

Save me from the hormonal teenage Martians invading my house

Oh, dear Goddess, I pray I was never like that when I was younger. My sister has a countless amount of friends over (my parents are out of town) and they've invaded. I've already had to clean up a spill and break up a not-quite-pseudo fight, I have to get up in 4 1/2 hours and the party shows no signs of slowing. On a slightly brighter note, I've finished my backlog of homework from last week and can now start on this week's, I worked for seven hours and made time and a half, and I get to go to the Barbarian Battles tomorrow since I don't have class! Whoo-hoo! All in all not too terrible a day. Now if only these kids had a mute button.
  • Current Music
    some hip-hop crap in the other room
Wendy-Bird

Stop pissing me off. I'm running out of places to hide the bodies

So, in an update from my last post, my sister is in deep shit. There were probably over 50 people here last night, nearly all of them underage and drinking, and they all decided to play out their psychotic melodramatic teenage angsts until 5:00am. Since I got to work at 6am, that means I got absolutely NO SLEEP. AND my parents specifically told her she couldn't have a bunch of people over while they were gone. Needless to say, when my mom called me today to say she and Dad were on their way home, I casually mentioned that I was going to kill their youngest daughter, and they of course wanted to know why. Deep deep shit. She's grounded for the next month, which doubly sucks because her 18th birthday is on Thursday, and it looks like she's going to be spending it here at home. Well. I may be the black sheep of the family, but at least I'm TRUSTWORTHY. Sometimes it really is easier just to ask permission. Safer, for sure. And the stupidest part is that she and Brent weren't even sorry for it. I may be a bitch and a tattle-tale, but at least I'm still on my parents' good side, and I only did it because I think she was wrong. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I think Marlisa needs to understand the consequences of her actions. Does she even realize I could have been arrested if the police had shown up? Did she care? Who knows? I only did what I thought was best. So why do I still feel like a heel?
  • Current Music
    Brent downstairs on his guitar to AFI