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[IMPORTANT/RANT/UPDATE] Probably won't see me for a while.
13 years ago
A long while.
This morning at 6:45am, I woke up to iron a shirt for school today because we got to dress down. It's Spirit Week due to Homecoming being this Friday.
So as I'm putting the ironing board back, my mom's boyfriend bursts out of my mom's bedroom, assuming that I'm eavesdropping on their conversation.
He barely believed me when I told him I was just ironing.
Then he asks why I didn't take care of all this last night so I wouldn't have to worry about doing it in the morning. How is it my fault that I didn't know what I was going to wear for Twin Day today (which, by the way, I don't have a twin because I don't have any friends at school lol)?
So yeah. I was on the brink of getting grounded. Permanently.
Meaning I was never going to get my stuff back. Ever.
...
But instead, he said that I could go in my room and 'think' about what I've done, while he 'thinks' about what he's going to do with my stuff.
20 minutes passed.
During those 20 minutes, my mom was complaining to him how she was calling me 3-4 times last night just to make sure if I was okay, since there was a robbery of some sort on the second floor (we live in an apartment). She called me inconsiderate, and selfish for not answering her calls.
...yet she was the one who told me I could have my phone on vibrate because she knows that I wouldn't want everyone in the complex to know that I'm getting a text/call. No one wants to hear the Super Mario Bros. theme every 2-3 hours.
And I was in the bathroom, so I didn't know she was calling until I got back.
Either way, when he came back, this is what he told me.
"That phone, is to be on the kitchen counter when you get home.
That computer, unless it is for schoolwork only, is NOT to be on.
If I find out you're doing ANYTHING else, we're going to have a problem."
Although things were looking bleak, he started asking me what I did yesterday when I came home. I did ALL of my chores, including sweeping, mopping, and a shower (I seriously don't know why they see taking a shower as a chore).
The ONLY thing that fucked it all up, was when I told him that I couldn't wash my clothes because there was stuff already in the washing machine, wet.
I may as well just tell him the truth before he looks over at the pile of clothes in the corner, and finds a reason to yell at me again, right?
So he asks me.
"...so why didn't you press dry?"
I don't like messing with others' clothes, since I didn't know who they belonged to.
...he called me selfish for not pressing dry so that the clothes could already be dry and I didn't have time to waste.
And honestly, after he said that, I didn't really feel as though there was a reason to care.
Shit like this always happens, whether something good, or fairly tolerable, happens.
>finishes all possible chores
>gets to draw a pre-Halloween pic involving Panini and chival
>next day, grounded
They don't understand that they're cutting off 2 of my most important sources of communication, which affects my social health, and my life in general.
And I know why they're doing this.
Ever since the summer, they've been trying to find innovative ways to separate me from my "obsession" of electronics. So that I can get a job.
So that I can buy my own phone, and my own laptop (which I really hate compared to desktops, but...eh). It's pretty much just 2 + 2.
Just...just think about it for one second.
This is what my schedule is to be, if I was to get a job, working weekly.
6:30 - wake up.
7:30 - catch school bus.
8:25-3:15 - school.
3:30-5:30 - night school (due to catching up on credits so I can skip to being a senior next year)
6:00-8:00 - work (because I won't be making much if I just work an hour a day.
Should I even continue with this? By the time I get home, I'll be tuckered out, not having enough energy to do chores, let alone personal time.
And they expect me to be in bed by 10:00pm.
My mom's 'solution' to this problem? Work on weekends and half-days only.
.....what.
So you're telling me that someone's going to hire a 17-year old that can only work during the weekends and on half-days (every other Wednesday)?
Get real. I've explained this to many employers while trying to apply. They all turned me down.
Hell, half of them weren't even applying.
...
I seriously don't know what to do anymore. As far as commissions are concerned, there's nothing I can do. I have no access to my PayPal, or my computer unless it's "schoolwork". So I can't refund.
And the Iron Artist will also be canceled since it'll probably never be finished.
*sigh.*
I sincerely apologize for all of this confusion. My life is just taking a turn for the worst.
I just want to live with my grandparents again...back when life was tolerable. Before everything just turned to shit.
Well...guess I'll see you guys...whenever I can.
I'll try and tough it out. But I can't guarantee anything.
-MCI
P.S. I think we're getting evicted soon.
This morning at 6:45am, I woke up to iron a shirt for school today because we got to dress down. It's Spirit Week due to Homecoming being this Friday.
So as I'm putting the ironing board back, my mom's boyfriend bursts out of my mom's bedroom, assuming that I'm eavesdropping on their conversation.
He barely believed me when I told him I was just ironing.
Then he asks why I didn't take care of all this last night so I wouldn't have to worry about doing it in the morning. How is it my fault that I didn't know what I was going to wear for Twin Day today (which, by the way, I don't have a twin because I don't have any friends at school lol)?
So yeah. I was on the brink of getting grounded. Permanently.
Meaning I was never going to get my stuff back. Ever.
...
But instead, he said that I could go in my room and 'think' about what I've done, while he 'thinks' about what he's going to do with my stuff.
20 minutes passed.
During those 20 minutes, my mom was complaining to him how she was calling me 3-4 times last night just to make sure if I was okay, since there was a robbery of some sort on the second floor (we live in an apartment). She called me inconsiderate, and selfish for not answering her calls.
...yet she was the one who told me I could have my phone on vibrate because she knows that I wouldn't want everyone in the complex to know that I'm getting a text/call. No one wants to hear the Super Mario Bros. theme every 2-3 hours.
And I was in the bathroom, so I didn't know she was calling until I got back.
Either way, when he came back, this is what he told me.
"That phone, is to be on the kitchen counter when you get home.
That computer, unless it is for schoolwork only, is NOT to be on.
If I find out you're doing ANYTHING else, we're going to have a problem."
Although things were looking bleak, he started asking me what I did yesterday when I came home. I did ALL of my chores, including sweeping, mopping, and a shower (I seriously don't know why they see taking a shower as a chore).
The ONLY thing that fucked it all up, was when I told him that I couldn't wash my clothes because there was stuff already in the washing machine, wet.
I may as well just tell him the truth before he looks over at the pile of clothes in the corner, and finds a reason to yell at me again, right?
So he asks me.
"...so why didn't you press dry?"
I don't like messing with others' clothes, since I didn't know who they belonged to.
...he called me selfish for not pressing dry so that the clothes could already be dry and I didn't have time to waste.
And honestly, after he said that, I didn't really feel as though there was a reason to care.
Shit like this always happens, whether something good, or fairly tolerable, happens.
>finishes all possible chores
>gets to draw a pre-Halloween pic involving Panini and chival
>next day, grounded
They don't understand that they're cutting off 2 of my most important sources of communication, which affects my social health, and my life in general.
And I know why they're doing this.
Ever since the summer, they've been trying to find innovative ways to separate me from my "obsession" of electronics. So that I can get a job.
So that I can buy my own phone, and my own laptop (which I really hate compared to desktops, but...eh). It's pretty much just 2 + 2.
Just...just think about it for one second.
This is what my schedule is to be, if I was to get a job, working weekly.
6:30 - wake up.
7:30 - catch school bus.
8:25-3:15 - school.
3:30-5:30 - night school (due to catching up on credits so I can skip to being a senior next year)
6:00-8:00 - work (because I won't be making much if I just work an hour a day.
Should I even continue with this? By the time I get home, I'll be tuckered out, not having enough energy to do chores, let alone personal time.
And they expect me to be in bed by 10:00pm.
My mom's 'solution' to this problem? Work on weekends and half-days only.
.....what.
So you're telling me that someone's going to hire a 17-year old that can only work during the weekends and on half-days (every other Wednesday)?
Get real. I've explained this to many employers while trying to apply. They all turned me down.
Hell, half of them weren't even applying.
...
I seriously don't know what to do anymore. As far as commissions are concerned, there's nothing I can do. I have no access to my PayPal, or my computer unless it's "schoolwork". So I can't refund.
And the Iron Artist will also be canceled since it'll probably never be finished.
*sigh.*
I sincerely apologize for all of this confusion. My life is just taking a turn for the worst.
I just want to live with my grandparents again...back when life was tolerable. Before everything just turned to shit.
Well...guess I'll see you guys...whenever I can.
I'll try and tough it out. But I can't guarantee anything.
-MCI
P.S. I think we're getting evicted soon.
I'll take that into consideration. If I can ever talk to you again.
I suppose bringing it up wouldn't help, but how have the two hours you take out for "anything else" negatively impacted your academic performance? Tack on the job and I can guarantee your grades are going to get HARD. I had to drop mine after I started college.
Sorry....I rant when I'm sleepy. All I can hope is that your mom comes to her senses. Just because you're 17 doesn't mean you should become a complete workaholic.