Give me liberty because you're giving me a headache

One of the most annoying things about living at home as a college student is that I'm supposed to be more on my own, but I'm not because I still have my parents watching my every move. So, tonight at the early hour of 9'o clock when I got a text from my mom saying, "take a shower;" I was pissed yet, ready to fight this battle. 

I text her back, "I shower, when I shower." That was not received well.

"Who do you think you are writing to?"

"The shower police evidently."

 In the meantime, my sister who had been drafted by my mom to tell me via facebook to shower, was amused by the situation . She informed me that my mom had received a text and  had said, "man is she being a snot." I think the feelings were mutual.

I talked to my sis about it because at this point I had finished my homework and actually did wish to shower, but since my mom told me, I couldn't. I am still a rebellious teen after all. So, I told my sis to make a lot of noise of I could shower undetected.

Then I heard a thunk. Then a louder thunk.

Gotta love sisters who got your back.

How does this story end? I showered, no one cared. Though, I found out later my dad was actually the one behind the orders. Goes without saying, I had a little talk with him.

She's in a dress!

Today was a long school day. I was at in class (or would have been if it wasn't canceled) from 8-1:30. Then, I had an hour and a half, like everyday to eat lunch and chill out before work. Then I went to work as a student aide. And not like everyday, I only had to work for an hour. Which was good, but it was raining a little and I had like a thousand deliveries to make all over campus (ok, five, but that's more than usual). But, whatever, it wasn't raining too hard.

Jynx.

Then, I had to go to my sister's cross country meet. I think you know where this is going. I think my umbrella worked harder than I did all day. My sister's arms were numb from the rain being so cold.

Right after that was royal rally, which I wasn't going to go to because of Grey's Anatomy (and it is usually boring), but my sister was nominated for junior court.

Last night was hectic, trying to get her ready for this thing. She didn't have a dress or shoes and she was going straight from a meet to band to having to be in a dress for this thing. I put a lot of effort into it and I wanted to see her. She didn't win, though. Hell, they didn't even say her name. Stupid MCs.

Yeah. That's all I got. I'm tired. I can't wait for the homecoming game tomorrow. Sorry if my posts have been boring. I gotsta work on me writing skillz, I guess.

I'm going to dig myself into a ditch

To be honest, I'm pretty bummed about this whole community college thing. It really sucks. I mean, I was sooooo close to getting out of here. I could taste the freedom on my lips. And now, I'm stuck here, in this crappy house, with my annoying parents and siblings (*cough* sister *cough cough*).

This kid I know, who's 18th birthday is today just wrote a blog post about turning 18. I confess I spaced out about half-way through (something about marijuana?) , but that's partly because it started an argument in my head.

He said that turning 18 is unimportant and if anything it's more sucky than being 17 because of new responsibilities. I disagreed I've been 18 for five days and I think it is the coolest thing ever. It's more than just porn, cigarettes, and lottery tickets- it's knowing that you could do stuff if you wanted to. Like getting a tattoo. Bill, the aforementioned blogger, is getting a tattoo. I myself have been thinking about getting one. I don't know if Bill's parents approve of this or not, but mine never would. I find satisfaction, though, in the fact that they have no say in the matter. So, what do you think of a small orange flower on my back, by my shoulder?

But then again, living at home for the next two years limits my would-be freedoms. My parents' house- my parents' rules- as much as I would like to deny that. When my brother, who's a year older than me, started community college last year his curfew got moved up to 2am. A good freedom if you ask me. Won't do me any good though. One of my only friends staying home has the strictest parents I know (yes, worse than yours, Rosie). And neither of us have our licenses. And she lives on the other side of town.

I really could have used that freedom and independence you get when you go away to college. This house, my parents, my siblings (younger) are suffocating me.

Plus, I've already screwed things up with community college seeing as how I can't sign up for any useful classes because they're all full and I got my online account disabled. I was just trying to find out my e-mail address so I could join the network on facebook.

The worst part is all of my friends are going away. They feel sorry for me and try to sympathize, but in their heads they are saying, "Whew! At least it's not me! I'm glad I get to get away from my parents" So, go head. Go to college and party with your cool new college friends. I'll just stay at home, listening to my little sister bitch and insult me to no end.

Sorry, this was a pissy blog. I'll try to get a happier one in eventually.

Girls don't put shaving cream on their own faces

My sister has anger management issues. Today, was the second time this week she punched me in the arm (hard) over a stupid TV thing. The first time was because I changed the channel during a Michael Jackson music video and today it was because I was trying keep the volume at a relatively high, but not ear bursting, level so I could hear it.

It makes me mad when she punches me, or hits me, kicks me -whatever the physical abuse may be, but I (usually) don't do anything back. 1. because I'm the better person 2. she's stronger than me and 3. she has this weird ability to not get in trouble no matter what she does that I seem to lack.

Well, today I was sick of it and I told her she better sleep with one eye open because I'm going to put shaving cream on her face while she's sleeping. And as I've already mentioned, I'm a good person and I keep my promises. So, I actually am going to do it. I mean I might change it up a bit. Like maybe I'll just put it on her feet or I'll use peanut butter, but something is definitely going down tonight. I figure I'm going away to college in a couple months and therefore do not care about the consequences. Plus, she deserves it.

I'll let you know how it goes.

PE shorts make good PJs

I can't sleep. I feel weird saying this because it's all bright and nice outside right now. The sun is out, birds are chirping- actually I wouldn't know if birds are chirping because the air conditioner is on and my windows are closed, but I bet they are. Oh yeah and it's 8:30 in the morning.

I would love to start my day this early, really I would, but as of right now I've already been awake for an hour and this doesn't suit me because I didn't go to sleep until 4 am. So, at 8:20, when I felt that trying to fall asleep would just be wasting my time, I got up and decided to eat a waffle. I thought about watching TV, a common act of the sleep-hopefuls. Except my sister would be coming home soon from early bird running (an act of lunatics if you ask me) and she normally doesn't like people disturbing her "alone time." Being the witchy person she sometimes is (more often than not at her age), I thought I wouldn't bother her. Not because I respect her "alone time" because I don't give a damn, but because I was too tired to argue with her.

Sure enough, 3 minutes after I arrived in the kitchen, my sister came home. She was surprisingly in a good mood. I guess you just need someone to complain to about how hard the workout was and how hot it was outside and how you were doing a hard workout in the heat.

When I went back to my room to blog, my sister followed. I wanted to type, but since she was in fact not being witchy, I talked to her. She told me how she rode her bike no-handed. I was in disbelief over the fact that she could make a no-handed turn. So, we went outside. She got on her bike and showed me and as she was about to show me again, two boys in a fancy car drove by- while I was standing there in my pjs.

We went back inside and my sister still wanted to talk. I wanted to blog- about her- so you can see the predictiment I was in. And in case she is reading this, it was nice talking to you this morning. We should do it more often. Though I'm not going outside in my pajamas again.

She's still getting her "alone time," but this morning she got her "Rodent Girl time" too. And can you blame her? Who wouldn't want to talk to me?