Oh My!

[Listening To: Dandy Warhols]

Well. Yesterday was certainly an interesting day! Then again, any day that starts with Booms stumbling in to your bedroom at 10 in the morning still drunk off his tits and reeking of alcohol after driving here from town is destined to not be normal.

 He pretty much just came in and crashed on my couch and we chatted for about an hour while he was trying to sober up and wait for Killian to reply and tell him whether he needed to be picked up for a lift home. (Killian and some other guy had ditched Booms to go home with some chicks). At about 11 I realised that if I didn’t leave I was going to be late for my hair appointment, so I rushed Dad out the door and headed over to Cheryl’s house. She had the kids at home with her – Riley, who is 6, and.. I can’t remember her daughter’s name, but she’s 3. Don’t get me wrong, kids are OK. They just generally don’t like me, and as a result I’m left cautiously guarding my shins whenever there are children in my general vicinity. But for some reason the little girl decided she did like me, and kept coming in to show me things. Another reason children make me nervous: poor grammar. Half the time I never understand what little kids are saying, and when I do I’m usually left cringing and trying desperately not to correct them. Anyway, so this little girl confused the hell out of me.

 Left Cheryl’s at about 2:30 and realised I hadn’t eaten all day. I was tired, hungry, grumpy and generally feeing unwell. Alex was in the front seat of the car, and myself in the back. Now, I get car sick. Not very often, but being tired and hungry generally tends to set it off. So I’m feeling generally ill, and I ask Alex if I could please swap and sit in the front seat because I was feeling sick. Instead of acting like a reasonable human being, he decided to be a complete and utter prick about the whole situation. He just started picking on me and being generally nasty. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t have bothered me, but yesterday was different. So I started to cry, which sounds stupid and I don’t know why. But that just made him pick on me even more, and then Dad started yelling at me because he thought I was just trying to get sympathy to sit in the front seat, which is fucking ridiculous because last time I checked I wasn’t four years old. So that kinda made me snap, and I chucked  skitz and threw my phone and yelled sarcastic things etc. It was all weird, because I haven’t felt like that in so long, and I don’t remember the last time I skitzed out at my Dad like that.

 Got home and just went straight down stairs to be by myself, took some photos of my new hair cut (see end). Later on, about half past seven, I went upstairs to get a drink. Mum, who was stressed out about getting everything done for Melbourne, took that as an opportunity to skitz at me, as she tends to do. Now, I managed to handle this quite well. I didn’t throw anything but my phone and a butter knife (into the sink), and I managed to refrain from yelling back. Until she burst into my room. She came barging in and started screaming at me, which was totally crossing the line, because my room is out-of-bounds. She’s never burst down here like that. And then she starts yelling about something or rather, and then gets very mad at me for just saying ‘yes mum.’ So I lashed back and started screaming at her, yelling and swearing and stuff etc. It ended when Dad came down and dragged mum out. He kept her upstairs for the rest of the night.

 You’d think that the happenings of the night would end there, but they didn’t. I went to bed about 10:30, and I’d been laying in the dark for about 5 minutes when I heard odd noises, and my curtain moved. I thought perhaps a cat was in my room so I got up and turned on the light and searched, but could see no cat. I went back to bed, and started hearing more noises. I started getting a bit freaked out. And then out of the corner of my eye I saw a small dark object. Jumping. Trying to get up under my curtain. I freaked, screamed, jumped out of bed and out the door. Dad came down and had a search but couldn’t find anything, so I went back to bed again, only this time I was so freaked out that I had to leave the laundry light on and my door open, and I let Spencer: Ninja Cat come sleep with me. He’s quite comfortable to sleep with, actually. He nestles up next to your belly and doesn’t get annoyed when I move. After a while he moved out from under my sheets and slept at my feet. Shortly after, he bolted up and jumped down, and started batting at the piles of schoolbooks in plastic bags that I had next to my bed. I got a shoe and reached and moved one for him, and you know what he caught?

A mouse. There was a mouse in my bedroom.

It’s no secret that I’m terrified of rodents, either. Anyway, he took it outside and I was finally able to sleep at about half past twelve, haha.

 So that was my day.

 Oh! And Marko lost his license! – For six months. He was late for work so he was speeding.. 110 in an 80-zone x_x. on top of his license suspension, he has to pay a fine of $1400 and go to court next month! (When H. lost his license for doing 90 in a 60 zone in Sandy Bay he had his license suspended for 6 months, but only had to pay a fine of a couple hundred!) Haha, so the visits he and I were planning have to wait a few months, sigh. Ah well.

..and on top of all of this, Dad lost my Incubus ticket. LOST MY INCUBUS TICKET.

Farewell, LC.