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I am le tired of dis, how you say, shit
Sep. 27th, 2004 01:41 amSo, for the next week, I commute. I've done it before, I can't really complain about it to my Dad who's done it for, oh, 30 years. But I am here as a particular favor to him, seeing as he had to bribe my mother into this stupid trip they're making, and he's being an ass. He won't take a cab to the airport. He's driving his car and he's going to leave it at the airport for a week. Which means one car for two drivers here.
Just to make the problem clear for some of you not familiar with the schedule of my two younger sisters--every weekend I've ever come home involves my parents traveling in different directions and still switching off to make sure the two girls get where they need to be on a given day. There is never a car to spare. And he thinks that his going away in some way changes this how? All it does is shift the driving burden to Drew, who can drive, and me. But now we're going to have to make do with, tah dah, one fucking car. It's not bragging to say he can afford the cab, and it's hilarious for me to hear him use that as excuse for not calling one--or it would be hilarious if I weren't so pissed.
Sigh. And this weekend is homecoming, and--the girl's games be damned--I am participating, especially as Liz M will be in town. Must arrange plans accordingly so that I can see her and have fun. You know, simple really, to arrange my life around Drew's volleyball game, Devin's god-knows-what...
It's worse that my poor mother is like "You don't have to take Devin to church, she can walk" and "she can miss Sunday's game if you don't want to drive her up there." SHe's trying to be accomodating, but it's making me feel guilty (it's not guilt-tripping, which would be more annoying rather than just causing moral conflict). Time to just shut up and do what I'd said I would. I really didn't know plans would get so conflicted, and it's really not, in the grand scheme, that much of a bother. I get loads better movie channels, a chance to hang out with friends still at home, and hey, AC. Still, I'm missing my apartment, friends there, the extra hour I'll be losing to the daily commute each day...le sigh...
Just to make the problem clear for some of you not familiar with the schedule of my two younger sisters--every weekend I've ever come home involves my parents traveling in different directions and still switching off to make sure the two girls get where they need to be on a given day. There is never a car to spare. And he thinks that his going away in some way changes this how? All it does is shift the driving burden to Drew, who can drive, and me. But now we're going to have to make do with, tah dah, one fucking car. It's not bragging to say he can afford the cab, and it's hilarious for me to hear him use that as excuse for not calling one--or it would be hilarious if I weren't so pissed.
Sigh. And this weekend is homecoming, and--the girl's games be damned--I am participating, especially as Liz M will be in town. Must arrange plans accordingly so that I can see her and have fun. You know, simple really, to arrange my life around Drew's volleyball game, Devin's god-knows-what...
It's worse that my poor mother is like "You don't have to take Devin to church, she can walk" and "she can miss Sunday's game if you don't want to drive her up there." SHe's trying to be accomodating, but it's making me feel guilty (it's not guilt-tripping, which would be more annoying rather than just causing moral conflict). Time to just shut up and do what I'd said I would. I really didn't know plans would get so conflicted, and it's really not, in the grand scheme, that much of a bother. I get loads better movie channels, a chance to hang out with friends still at home, and hey, AC. Still, I'm missing my apartment, friends there, the extra hour I'll be losing to the daily commute each day...le sigh...
