Had the family shindig today. It was fun. Got to see a lot of people that are fun to talk to. Got to listen to a lot of boring conversations I'd rather not know about but hey, that's how family get-togethers are. Over-sharing and boredom mixed in with good times and good food. We had dinner at an Amish buffet which was different. Apparently the restaurant hires Amish people to cook and serve food but still uses modern tech and so forth to make things work. Its a strange combination of worlds. But they had really good apple butter, peanut butter and mashed potatoes and gravy.
I used my opportunities to try and discuss important matters of the house only to get pretty much shut down at every turn. Noone really wanted to talk about it with me aside from Auntsie who basically was not much help. Her 'constructive' advice is to just deal with it and shit happens. Good. Thanks for that. I got Mom to back me up and talk to my uncle Handyman. His opinion is that its grandpa's call even if we know its going to be a bad one. At least that is what he told me, he may have told mom something different. Alternative options at the moment are for me to buy the house (Not happening as far as I am aware) or some strange combination of moving out or something. I don't know whats happening with it. But so far, every option I have heard has been terrible and is going to result in me having to move out and quit school or take like 4 busses to get to school every day and find at least 2 more roommates. My head hurts.
I'm super stressed. Moreso than when I started the day. I am going to watch a couple shows and then maybe play some videogames and hope for the end of the world. Sorry in advance if my dreams come true. At this point an apocalypse of some sort seems like a better option. Grumble grumble.
Nothing ever works out properly. I'm beginning to think this is how it will always be for me. At least I got good friends to hang out with. Its the one bright spot of my life at the moment.
In an ironic turn of events, it would seem that March 3rd is the day that the Emperor is unable to be happy on.
ReplyDeleteLast year, I found out what happened to Sam on that day. This year, my foundation is destroyed again. I guess I just don't like March 3rd anymore. At ALL.