just more ranting from....ME. | imxherexbutxyouxdontxseexme's Blog

yeah, tis just more ranting. but i'm getting really ticked off at the lack of privacy that we have in the house... its quite insane honestly. i mean just this morning i was trying to change clothes in my room and what happens but my brother barges in without knocking before i could put a shirt on. talk about awkward. no one ever ever ever knocks.... its like its against the rules in this house or something. i think that there must be some memo that i missed out on or something because im seriously the only person that has spent any time here that knocks. currently there are 6 people (basically) staying in this house. so i can understand that there will never be any real honest peace and quiet.... but for a teenage female privacy is very high up there on my priority list. i mean how much worse can it really get.... i have to share my room with my mom, i'm not allowed to put a lock on the door. and no one believes in knocking. when i asked my grandma why she doesnt knock.... she pulled that whole its my house i can do whatever i want thing.  but its getting rediculous.... i've been trying to get back in the habit of going to bed early (obviously its not working because its one minute til three and im still up.) but everytime i turn my lamp off my mom gets up and turns hers on. i cant sleep with the light on, she cant sleep with it off. i cant sleep with the radio off, she  cant sleep with it on. now i used to resolve this by going to the couch. but i cant go there anymore because my brother's friend has taken up residence with us (he got kicked out of his house, and my mom said he could stay here if he helped my brother.) so where does this leave but the washroom, and i would be willing to sleep in there if there was a radio in there but there isnt. now why my mom cant sleep there i cant understand. i mean there is a bed in there and everything.

back to the whole lack of privacy thing tho'... no one knocks before going into the bathroom. take for example the other day, i had just gotten out of the shower and my brother's friend just walks right in. now how humiliating is that. then my brother got mad at me, because i mean its obviously all my fault true? honestly how can one expect to retain any semblance of sanity in this kind of place. dont get me wrong im not complaining about all the people. the people are great until the cease to knock on doors that should be knocked on before entering. i mean really do i have to put signs up on all the doors  saying 'please knock'. i mean its not like anyone would read them or anything but it might make me feel a tad bit better. its quite frustrating.

and back to me complaining about my mom sharing my room with me. she wakes me up every morning before she goes to work. she would lose her head it it wasnt attached to her shoulders. so every morning she wakes me up to ask where her name badge is or where she left the keys or if she can borrow some money or this or that or whatever. and she has even been known to wake me up to fix her breakfast because she cant find things in the kitchen. i mean she's lived here for a couple of years now she should know where things are at.

and everyone has been pampering my brother since he punched that stupid window. but its his own fault. why should he be pampered? im sick of hearing his name be every other word in everyones sentences around here. does he need cigarettes? does he need something to drink? does he need this does he need that? do you know when the last time was when someone asked me if i needed anything from the store?! yeah well neither do i. and people get mad when i get up cranky in the mornings because the first thing they do is ask about him. hes been spoiled his entire life. hes a friggin adult now i think that he can take care of himself at least a little bit true?.  like the other day, i asked my grandma if she would make me a pizza for breakfast, she said that she would. but when i got up the next day and asked for it.... she said that i should eat something else because there was only one pizza left and my brother would want it later, so why didnt i eat some dry cereal. (my brother had the last of the milk with the cake i was supposed to help my grandma make that she got because i specifically asked her if she would get that kind of cake. and then he told me that i needed to stay out of it because it was for him and his friend to eat.) then he took my dogs shampoo (that i paid for with my own money, becuase i needed to give my puppy a bath one day.) and made his friend give his dog a bath. i would have been ok with it if he had asked but he didnt ask. he just came in my room and got it off the shelf.

its so frustrating.

i think that i am done ranting for now tho'.