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feeling: meh...
listening to: Dir en Grey - Mitsu to Tsuba, a.k.a. Tsumi to Batsu (Honey and Saliva, a.k.a. Crime and Punishment... friggin' awesome wordplay by Kyo)
Blarg on today.
Church this morning was a pain. I'm quickly losing all reason to even go there anymore. Actually, since it's not a choir season right now, my only reason for going is my Sunday school teacher, who has been unfalteringly sweet and loving toward me for years no matter what befalls me (or her) or how distant and half-asleep I am on any given morning in her class. But she wasn't there this morning. My other reason for attending today was to help with my nephew, who spent the night with us, but I didn't know until I was ready and walking out the door that he would be staying home with my brother. So yeah. Could've stayed home and gotten more than 3 hours of sleep, but instead I spent the entire morning bouncing back and forth between different empty rooms, trying to either nap or doodle, mainly failing in both cases.
And I swear I wanted to wring Gakidaddy's neck all freaking morning. I had to sit in front of him listening to him lecture Jeannie, mother of a guy I was good friends with growing up and still not that much of a grown-up herself *huggles her*, on how to raise her kid. For one, she's been raising that 'kid' for 22 years; I think she knows what she's doing. For two, this isn't the first time he's lectured her like this. This morning it was about how she should've taught her son to cook at a young age. Even more irritating was the one a couple months ago about how she shouldn't even still be bringing up the kid, that he's 22 and should be fending for himself by now, that when he was 22 he was already out of home and in the armed forces and blah blah arg. Every time he does this I end up freaking DYING to turn around and snap at him "And where are you now, exactly?" Because apparently he forgets that he's over 40 years old and living with his parents. And he has a kid of his own, almost 16, who he doesn't even raise - his parents do - and she's got the mentality of an 8 year old and everyone hates her. Understand why it makes me sick to hear him lecturing Jeannie on how to raise her kid? As if HE'S the Model Son and Parent.
Anyway. Got home, went up to my room, and immediately saw that Phoenix's java moss was all farked up, his tank lid was halfway off, and a still-wet scooper thing was sitting next to his tank. Thankfully, Phoenix was unharmed, but THAT is why I don't want my nephew in here unattended. No one else seems to get it. I've TOLD them over and over that he knows how to open the tanks, that every time he looks at them he wants to put junk in their water or try to scoop them out... but what happens when I report the incident to my mother? "He's young, he doesn't understand."
Yes. I would accept this, if not for the fact that I have been the ONLY one in this household to have to chase him when he decides to run upstairs to my room, which I wanted to be off limits to him from the start anyway, but darned if anyone else cares. And I am apparently the ONLY one who has tried to teach him not to open the tanks, put stuff in them, try to scoop the fish, etc. Where everyone else is concerned, as long as he doesn't drown in the tank (all 2 gallons of it) or something, it doesn't matter. My fish don't matter.
And what's even funnier to me is that, when Ginger clouted the kid on the arm a while back in retaliation for his constantly pounding on her and pulling her tail, Mom was FURIOUS. And who tried to tell her "He's young, he doesn't understand"? Yeah. And did she care? No. And did she ever try to stop him or discipline him for pounding on the cats or kicking them or pulling their tails? No. She just stands there watching him, cooing the occasional sweet-as-punch-so-as-not-to-hurt-his-precious-little-feelings "Nooo, nooo, Braeden, that hurts Ginger." But when one of them fights back ONCE in return for his CONSTANT abuse, she goes into a rage and throws the cats out into the night as if it's their fault. She seriously doesn't care - he can pound on them and kick them and yank on their tails and ears and make them howl as much as he wants, as long as they don't even think about trying to scratch him. The cats don't matter.
Anyway... ate lunch, was relatively fine for a couple hours... but then, just when I finally decided 3 hours of sleep had worn on me long enough and I wanted a nap, Nephew decides to make me his slave again until dinner time. And after that we had to go (with him) to my grandparents', which meant more time in the presence of Gaki and Gakidaddy wanting to gut myself with a dull spoon. Came home, was Nephy's slave until he went to bed, and here I am. Tired as crap and if you think I'd be able to get to sleep if I went to bed this early, you're delusional.
So there you have it. I love my nephew... but I think his welcome is starting to wear out for me. Guess it was bound to happen, since I swear he spends half of every week with us now. And he's at the demanding age - old enough to know exactly what he wants and when he wants it (i.e. NOW), but too young to understand or accept 'no' or 'later' for an answer.
There's an empty cup sitting next to me that had fruit punch or some similar kind of fruit juice in it several hours ago, and I swear the cup smells like cotton candy now. Weird.
Still don't know what to do about BLOOD birthdays. >_< I thought of something to do with the Fukigen mascot design, sort of - I'm gonna draw Fu-ki himself in the style of the mascot. Complete with the big cowlick. I sketched a little draft of it this morning in church and I swear it was the best part of my day. But I still don't know whether to just send it as normal fanart or make a birthday gift out of it... and if I do the latter, I don't know HOW to send it as a gift. Like, just a drawing, a print, a cell phone dangly thing? But if I do that I won't be able to send the regular personalized Fu-ki dangly... ARG!
So yeah... still stuck on his gift. August 20 is getting way too close for comfort. Buhjbggrekbvjgreigersrtbhbegerbvh.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 7/25/2004 11:46:00 PM
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