I can’t complain about sleep today. I knew there’d be a day here where I didn’t. Eventually. I was woken at 1pm so I was OK with this. Mum rang my phone twice before I answered it though, I was pretty out of it. She told me, quite abruptly, that she wouldn’t be home in time to take my little brother to a soccer game. Neither would Dad. Therefore, the honour of this incredibly important task falls to me. I wasn’t thrilled but whatever, I don’t get much of a choice here.
My brother and I were leaving at 4.30. OK… I have 3 and 1/2 hours to do stuff. Craaaaappppp… I made myself some breakfast/lunch, ate that slowly while talking to Dad about specifics of how to get to the soccer field. Turns out the damn place is about 30-40 minutes away. God. Dammit. That call and eating took half an hour. Theta mentioned Skype, so I was keen to get online with her.
We talked for a fair while, of many things. She always manages to calm me down somehow. I blame her beautiful face and her brilliant wit and charm. Sadly, after an hour and a half of this I needed a shower, so that’s what I did.
Shower was uneventful. It was a shower. Soap and shampoo were involved. Onto Halo!
Halo was also sadly uneventful. None of my mates were online so I just killed a few randoms. I didn’t get into too many games because my brother got home from school. After he got a call from Mum he started to get ready for his game and I got some towels off the clothes line because towels are something that should not be left alone on a clothes line. Birds will ruin them.
Together we get into the car and drive to the game. My bro was fairly quiet. I wasn’t going to complain. He’s normally very annoying. We arrive at the field, he gets out of the car and I get out my book. Damn I likes The Blinding Knife by Brent Weeks. It’s a good book. Get it for christmas. Do it.
Bro gets back in the car after the game. He won! Woo! Now to go home. We went back a slightly different way because of bastardised turns and he was much more talkative. We got along alright for once. It was pretty nice. Why was I even surprised when things fell apart?
We went to KFC for dinner. I only had $20. Food here is expensive. If it doesn’t seem expensive for you I envy you. Upon finding out exactly what he wanted was too expensive, I decided to rework the order. I got 2 deals rather than a specific bunch of things. In the end, he got the right amount of the food he wanted, coz I didn’t want my chips etc. But he wasn’t fucking satisfied was he?
No, I was stupid for not getting exactly what he wanted. I was dumb for paying for 2 regular chips in deals rather than 2 large chips when I didn’t want chips anyway. I’m clearly mentally handicapped because I didn’t have the money do order in the exact way he wanted to. Jesus fucking christ kid, you got a free meal from your brother. I will never get that from you. Shut the fuck up.
We get home and I eat my dinner and he eats his in a completely separate room because he’s a little shit. Lost cause. Anyway after that I come and go online, chill talking to Theta again and organise a couple of christmas presents. Also watching the Graham Norton show with Mum. She was falling asleep on the couch. Cool.
She’s asleep, I’m going to play more Halo. Cool. Dad gets home and eats dinner. Mum wakes up to go to bed and tells me she’s going to wake me up at 8.3o. This is because there’s going to be the fence guy coming today. You know, to put up one in place of the one I busted. I don’t really see why I have to be awake so that someone else can do a job that doesn’t require them to come inside but ok, fine, go for it. Wake me up. Doesn’t mean I’ll be happy about it.
I told her I didn’t want to be awake, but I’d do it, and she wasn’t really happy. Here’s my thing right, people complain all the time. I get it, I’m not the most compliant of people, but I think I’m allowed to complain about things I don’t like. Complaining isn’t going to hurt anyone and last time I did that, I sorted out a whole heap of shit with Dad. Being awake, in case a dude who should be coming prepared to work isn’t, seems retarded to me. He should be prepared to do his job. I am when I go to work. Mum and Dad are when they go. Why do I have to be there in case this random fence dude isn’t able to do his job? If he comes not ready, cool. He leaves and gets ready and comes back later at his own cost because it was his mistake.
Oh well. It’s all good. Then I talked with Dad again. He went over why he and Mum are so… exasperated is about as good a word as I’m going to fit here. I’m not really working for my future. I mean, I’m at uni, and I work 2 nights a week at as a shelf packer, but that’s it. It doesn’t help the way they feel either that when they encourage me to work harder at the current situation I keep pushing them away. In my defence, when I mentioned that I’d like to move out, they laughed. They didn’t say OK, well this needs to change, they laughed. They didn’t say it won’t work and offer some sort of constructive criticism, they laughed. At least Dad and I made some progress tonight. No plans in concrete, no specifics, but a terribad plan was set up. Progress is good.
But really, Internet please, never laugh when your kid says “I want to be less terrible.”