Fu*k!n GPO
I'm angry, upset, emotional, frustrated, lonely....everything actually.
Last night was simply a shitful night. It was doomed from the start.
I finished work at 7:30. I got home to a sister that was in a bad mood, and had made no attempt at getting anything ready for dinner, even after I had rang her on my way home and asked her to go and get something. Then, she bitched and winged about me having to straighten my hair and informed me that I was un-organised. Me the un-organised one, I DON'T THINK SO. On Friday night, I washed the bath, cleaned the grill, did a couple loads of washing and then my friends came over. Oh yeah, I also prepared a meal and went to the pub for going away drinks for two guys that have left. Then on Saturday, I had Netball at 9am and I got home at 1:30p, and tidied up the house and put some trash out and managed to treat myself to can of tuna for lunch (yay!) And so in between all of this I was supposed to straighten my hair? Given me a FU!*in break! All the while, she had taken herself out every night and left me to do various house chores. Don't get me wrong, I am all for going out and having a good time, but to turn around to me and accuse me of being 'un-organised'...I'm pissed. I have done EVERYTHING so far and she didn't even have Uni on Thursday or Friday.
(You thought my rant was over didn't you?....no, it's not)
Then last night, she hadn't printed off the map from whereis.com, like I had asked her to. Just one simple task. You see, we were off to Bacchus Marsh for my cousin's 21st. We stopped at Macca's for dinner and I did my make up in the car because she wanted to leave ASAP. But the disturbing thing about all this is that she wanted to leave early so she could get back to GPO early. She said at one point "we need to get back early because we won't get in otherwise." Now, to me, a nightclub shouldn't take priority over a cousin's 21st. Anyway, she drove there and it was fine. The party was great. We left at about 10:45 and I drove back. When then went to pick up a friend of hers in Essendon and she managed to contact a guy who could get us in. Sweet! Everyone is happy. Then the REAL shit starts. 1. We can't find a car park. 2. We find a car park and discover that it closes @ midnight (it was by this time 12) 3. I drive off again in search of a car park 4. My sis is throwing things in the car and cursing about how it's all B.S. and I am the one driving in all this. 5. We drive past the place several times and the line is huge. 6. The friend that was going to get us in can no longer do it 6. I finally find a park two blocks away 7. The girls get out and piss off one me, leaving me to scale two blocks of the city alone in a boob tube 8. I was freezing and guys were harassing me as I walked alone. 9. I ring Hamish and he says "I want to see you but if you have to wait out in the cold for half hour, is it really worth it?" I say "too late, I am already am and that I would keep in touch and that I was going to try to get in." 10. Get there, the situation looks hopeless, I message him and ask if they are going to go anywhere else. He says, they are going to leave in 15 mins cause he's tired. 11. I said "I am probably going to drop the girls off at local bar and go home so if you come out in the next 10, say hi to me" 11. Then I get no reply and I finally write back "we are going now. What a shit" and that I "really wanted to see him."
I got no reply again and am still yet to receive one. I so fuckin over the messages, as they got us no where last night. So, I dropped the girls off...dissapointed at my sisters self centereness and upset I didn't get to see Hamish and don't now know when I will again. I did however receive an email from my folks, saying that they were safe in Italy. So that was good, as I have been trying to call Dad to make sure everything was OK.
That's enough of that. I am going into the city to buy something for myself today. Forgetting about boys, nightclubs, sisters and responsibility.
Over and Out
Not so Jumpin'.
Last night was simply a shitful night. It was doomed from the start.
I finished work at 7:30. I got home to a sister that was in a bad mood, and had made no attempt at getting anything ready for dinner, even after I had rang her on my way home and asked her to go and get something. Then, she bitched and winged about me having to straighten my hair and informed me that I was un-organised. Me the un-organised one, I DON'T THINK SO. On Friday night, I washed the bath, cleaned the grill, did a couple loads of washing and then my friends came over. Oh yeah, I also prepared a meal and went to the pub for going away drinks for two guys that have left. Then on Saturday, I had Netball at 9am and I got home at 1:30p, and tidied up the house and put some trash out and managed to treat myself to can of tuna for lunch (yay!) And so in between all of this I was supposed to straighten my hair? Given me a FU!*in break! All the while, she had taken herself out every night and left me to do various house chores. Don't get me wrong, I am all for going out and having a good time, but to turn around to me and accuse me of being 'un-organised'...I'm pissed. I have done EVERYTHING so far and she didn't even have Uni on Thursday or Friday.
(You thought my rant was over didn't you?....no, it's not)
Then last night, she hadn't printed off the map from whereis.com, like I had asked her to. Just one simple task. You see, we were off to Bacchus Marsh for my cousin's 21st. We stopped at Macca's for dinner and I did my make up in the car because she wanted to leave ASAP. But the disturbing thing about all this is that she wanted to leave early so she could get back to GPO early. She said at one point "we need to get back early because we won't get in otherwise." Now, to me, a nightclub shouldn't take priority over a cousin's 21st. Anyway, she drove there and it was fine. The party was great. We left at about 10:45 and I drove back. When then went to pick up a friend of hers in Essendon and she managed to contact a guy who could get us in. Sweet! Everyone is happy. Then the REAL shit starts. 1. We can't find a car park. 2. We find a car park and discover that it closes @ midnight (it was by this time 12) 3. I drive off again in search of a car park 4. My sis is throwing things in the car and cursing about how it's all B.S. and I am the one driving in all this. 5. We drive past the place several times and the line is huge. 6. The friend that was going to get us in can no longer do it 6. I finally find a park two blocks away 7. The girls get out and piss off one me, leaving me to scale two blocks of the city alone in a boob tube 8. I was freezing and guys were harassing me as I walked alone. 9. I ring Hamish and he says "I want to see you but if you have to wait out in the cold for half hour, is it really worth it?" I say "too late, I am already am and that I would keep in touch and that I was going to try to get in." 10. Get there, the situation looks hopeless, I message him and ask if they are going to go anywhere else. He says, they are going to leave in 15 mins cause he's tired. 11. I said "I am probably going to drop the girls off at local bar and go home so if you come out in the next 10, say hi to me" 11. Then I get no reply and I finally write back "we are going now. What a shit" and that I "really wanted to see him."
I got no reply again and am still yet to receive one. I so fuckin over the messages, as they got us no where last night. So, I dropped the girls off...dissapointed at my sisters self centereness and upset I didn't get to see Hamish and don't now know when I will again. I did however receive an email from my folks, saying that they were safe in Italy. So that was good, as I have been trying to call Dad to make sure everything was OK.
That's enough of that. I am going into the city to buy something for myself today. Forgetting about boys, nightclubs, sisters and responsibility.
Over and Out
Not so Jumpin'.
posted by Jumpin' @ 4:43 PM
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