My brother and his girlfriend (i'm still in denial about their 'wedding') wrote off their crappy car the other day. Which is good, in a way because it was costing them 4x what it was really worth in shoddy insurance deals and repairs. But it's bad because they were in a pretty big accident.
From what I've "gathered" from various conversations; they were driving at around 12:30am on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, heading out to a party she was waitressing at, when she lost control of the car and rolled it. It then went down a steep embankment.
Much kuffeling hapened, but in short - they both survived (when paramedics got there, they said they shoudn't have) umm yeah. Again, they didn't want to call my mum until it was morning xD. and this happened all on Mothers Day too.
So now they have no car. Hopefully their insurance'll pay it off.
yeah, just felt like I needed to express this.
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Tuesday, 15 May 2007
Friday, 27 April 2007
Would the world collapse without me?
Feeling: irked :|
Listening to: AFI - Cruise Control
Avoiding: Everyone ._.
I just need to vent some issues, so I sincerly apologise in advance for the whiney, angry, angsty hipocritical rant(s).
Rant#1
My personal bubble has been burst, leaving me covered with cold, sticky, soapy residue; and a severe lack of space.
Ever since my brother and his girlfriend, their two birds and their two cats have moved back in (they had 'issues' with the rental agency) It's been kind of chaotic (in the nicest terms) She's alway everywhere! @_@ She's okay in small doses but for weeks on end... I don't think I'll be able to take it again... Not only that, but one of my estranged Aunts has suddenly decided to be an infuence on my life. I can count the number of times I've seen her in my life on my hands. So, now shes coming over and helping my dad with work, which means that she is constantly everywhere. I feel like locking myself in my room until they both go away... or until I get hungry.
Rant#2
I f*sking hate kids. I really really loathe them. I wish their faces would explode all over their nice neat uniforms. Especially highschoolers, since I was stuck on a buss-load of them this 'arvo. I know its hipocritcal to say this, since not two years ago I too was one of them. But damnit~! Maybe I'm just paranoid but everytime I hear them laughing I swear they're laughing at me. (This may have been just because I was dressed like a pirate at the time, but I still get those nasty highschool flashbacks where everyone laughs at you and call you bad things) Foo. Kids suck. =|
Rant#3
I have two glorious days off uni without the stress and doom of assignments, and then BOOM! Welcome back kiddies, you've got 6 more things to hand in by the end of next week. Aaaahhhh! So the real question is: Why arn't I doing them instead of writing this blog? Because I thought I would implode with the bubbling vat of emotions. So there! xP I'm done.
Listening to: AFI - Cruise Control
Avoiding: Everyone ._.
I just need to vent some issues, so I sincerly apologise in advance for the whiney, angry, angsty hipocritical rant(s).
Rant#1
My personal bubble has been burst, leaving me covered with cold, sticky, soapy residue; and a severe lack of space.
Ever since my brother and his girlfriend, their two birds and their two cats have moved back in (they had 'issues' with the rental agency) It's been kind of chaotic (in the nicest terms) She's alway everywhere! @_@ She's okay in small doses but for weeks on end... I don't think I'll be able to take it again... Not only that, but one of my estranged Aunts has suddenly decided to be an infuence on my life. I can count the number of times I've seen her in my life on my hands. So, now shes coming over and helping my dad with work, which means that she is constantly everywhere. I feel like locking myself in my room until they both go away... or until I get hungry.
Rant#2
I f*sking hate kids. I really really loathe them. I wish their faces would explode all over their nice neat uniforms. Especially highschoolers, since I was stuck on a buss-load of them this 'arvo. I know its hipocritcal to say this, since not two years ago I too was one of them. But damnit~! Maybe I'm just paranoid but everytime I hear them laughing I swear they're laughing at me. (This may have been just because I was dressed like a pirate at the time, but I still get those nasty highschool flashbacks where everyone laughs at you and call you bad things) Foo. Kids suck. =|
Rant#3
I have two glorious days off uni without the stress and doom of assignments, and then BOOM! Welcome back kiddies, you've got 6 more things to hand in by the end of next week. Aaaahhhh! So the real question is: Why arn't I doing them instead of writing this blog? Because I thought I would implode with the bubbling vat of emotions. So there! xP I'm done.
Wednesday, 4 April 2007
What was lost, now is found.
Well folks I've done it again, I've started another blog, but this time I am going to keep it moderatly updated. (I promise!)
In other news my brother Michael dissapeared last night. Aparently he and his girlfriend had a big fight and she told him to get out, and go home. But he didn't come home, infact no one knew where he went. So she called the police, cause she was worried he might do something drastic; and guess who answered the door? My mother. Now, my mother is a rather nervous person. She constantly worried over the smallest thing. So when, at 2 am in the morning the doorbell rings and it's the police, can you imagine what would have gone through her mind?
Anyway, I missed this whole ordeal. I was sleeping. When I woke up, I heard my mother crying and I thought 'what's she crying about? It's too early for mum to be upset' So I sneaked into Josephs room and asked him. He just said 'Oh hey beth, Mike's gone missing. I think he and Morrigan had a fight or something.' Not two seconds later, Michael walks through the door.
'Oh' I said. 'There he is.'
Aparently he stayed in the church down the road, (they don't have locks on the windows, and they have those little kneel-y mattresses so he slept on those) because he didn't want to wake my parents up and worry them further. My mum is still a wreck, Morrigan threatened to send a hit-man after him if he did that again. (I'm not sure when she jokes any more) and now they have just both left to go to a relationship councellor.
She told her side of the story to a friend, and he said that if Michael turned up there he'd beat the shit out of him before he sent him back.
I want her to leave. I really really want her to leave. I want imigration to pack her up back into the box she came in, and for her to go back to LA and never darken our sandy shores again. Maybe I'm being to harsh. But she scares me. I don't like that she scares Michael too.
Anyway, before this becomes a whiney rant about 'her'; I'm just happy he's back. And that he went to church (the first time in a long time).
In other news my brother Michael dissapeared last night. Aparently he and his girlfriend had a big fight and she told him to get out, and go home. But he didn't come home, infact no one knew where he went. So she called the police, cause she was worried he might do something drastic; and guess who answered the door? My mother. Now, my mother is a rather nervous person. She constantly worried over the smallest thing. So when, at 2 am in the morning the doorbell rings and it's the police, can you imagine what would have gone through her mind?
Anyway, I missed this whole ordeal. I was sleeping. When I woke up, I heard my mother crying and I thought 'what's she crying about? It's too early for mum to be upset' So I sneaked into Josephs room and asked him. He just said 'Oh hey beth, Mike's gone missing. I think he and Morrigan had a fight or something.' Not two seconds later, Michael walks through the door.
'Oh' I said. 'There he is.'
Aparently he stayed in the church down the road, (they don't have locks on the windows, and they have those little kneel-y mattresses so he slept on those) because he didn't want to wake my parents up and worry them further. My mum is still a wreck, Morrigan threatened to send a hit-man after him if he did that again. (I'm not sure when she jokes any more) and now they have just both left to go to a relationship councellor.
She told her side of the story to a friend, and he said that if Michael turned up there he'd beat the shit out of him before he sent him back.
I want her to leave. I really really want her to leave. I want imigration to pack her up back into the box she came in, and for her to go back to LA and never darken our sandy shores again. Maybe I'm being to harsh. But she scares me. I don't like that she scares Michael too.
Anyway, before this becomes a whiney rant about 'her'; I'm just happy he's back. And that he went to church (the first time in a long time).
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