GUILTGUILTGUILTGUILTGUILTGUILTGUILT.......
Jul. 7th, 2002 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

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See that??? That's going to be me. Beautiful, insane, dead in a rocking chair BECAUSE OF GUILT.
Me: Hello?
Nana: Hi Heather, how are you?
Me: *please let her want to talk to my mother* Oh, good, you know, the usual. What about you?
Nana: Oh, I'm horrible. I'm at your Aunt Sean's now- you know I tore the cartillage in my knee the other day...
Me: *shit shit shit* Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.
Nana: I'm sure your mother talked to you about your coming down here to help me before I go into surgery?
Me: *shit shit SHIT* Ummmm...
Nana: My knee is excruciating. Sean and Kevin have been wonderful to me, but I can't stay here that much longer. (goes into a big description of exactly how she hurt herself, how bad it is, etc., I'll spare you that.) Anyway, I don't want to undermine you're parent's authority, but you're nineteen now, you can make your own descisions...
Me: *SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK SHIT SHIT*
Nana: ...and I'll pay you, and there's so much to do down here, my knee, etc., etc....
Jesus Christ on a motherfucking crutch.
What the hell do you say to that, your crippled grandmother, when she's practically begging for your help and so invalidish and stuff? GUILT, I tell you, that's what it is. As soon as I got off the phone I told Mom that her mother was devious.
Add on three more phone calls- two more from Nana and one more from Aunt Sean- and the guilt was complete. Looks like I'm going to Doylestown, whooppee. I don't really mind at all because a) I get paid; b) I'm closer to NY; and c) I get paid; but I know I'm going to wind up babysitting Melissa and/or Liam. Buckets, and buckets, and buckets of drama. No, you know what? Forget buckets. This is a fucking bathtub of drama.
Pros:
~ money
~ get to see relatives
~ money
~ go to philly
~ go to nyc
~ money
~ work not hard
(feed cats, walk dog, etc.)
~ money
Cons:
~ miss Renissance Faire
~ won't get to see Joe until later
~ babysitting cousins
~ miss fireworks
~ no computer/internet access/Livejournal (!!!!!!)
~ Mom will be pissy
~ Dad will be pissy
~ Tess will be angsty
~ might not get to go to Arizona
No, I'm going to go to Arizona no matter what. Got into a fight with my mom about THAT this morning. She doesn't get it that this is the last time I'll be able to see ALL of my friends together; that I have paid transportation both ways (I have the ass end of a round trip flight left over from when I moved back, that I can only use until Sept. 30, and Maurice is helping me out with the other ticket); and that I'm going whether she thinks it's proper or not. I am past the point of giving a fuck about what she thinks is proper.
All I'm asking for is a week, a week that is ALREADY PAID FOR (read: parents don't have to shell out money) away from my indentured servitude.
In other news, found the lyrics to the Mad Lucy aria from the 5th Element soundtrack (finally!) and have been singing them constantly for the past twenty-four hours or so. Go me. I can hit the high note. And we're going to go see Scorpion King later. Woo!
This is Fish Girl, over and out.
3 things
Date: 2002-07-07 11:20 am (UTC)2)5th element is my FRAVIT of ALL TIME!
3)Listen for music from my buddies in INJECTED on the Scorpion King. They're on the soundtrack, but i'm not sure if the song's used in the movie or not.
Oh... and I totally understand the indentured servitude. Using money to keep someone teathered can be worse than guilt!
-Al
Re: 3 things
Date: 2002-07-07 05:47 pm (UTC)Yeah. The whole thing with school... and the loans... not to mention the ubiquitous "they" keep letting it slip that it was entirely my stupid fuck up. That it was was besides the point...lol. I don't know. I think I'll stop babbling now and go write something. Muah ha ha.
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Date: 2002-07-08 06:19 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-07-08 06:32 am (UTC)