Around 2 this morning, my parents stumbled into the house, drunk. Their ruckus woke me up. Across the entire house. With my door closed. I had gone to bed at 11, so I could get nice, uninterrupted sleep until 7, when my alarm goes off on weekend mornings. So, at 2 am, a confused little me puts on her bathrobe, and stumbles her own way (from sleepiness 
) through, what seemed a maze at the time, the house to see how bad the damage is. I can't really remember the conversation, because I was in a very sleepy stupor, and I might have just sleepwalked half of it anyway (ah, the childhood habits). Thinking about it today, I realize that one of them had to of driven them both home. I'm disappointed in my parents about that; drunkenly driving from another fucking town! I know I was asleep this time, but normally I'm up later than 2. They should have known they could just call me to pick them up, but, no, because they 'didn't have much to drink'. Anyway, I remember escorting them to whatever destination in the house they needed so no one fell, hit their head, busted open an ear, and bled all over the place without knowing it until the next morning. I don't think I remember crawling back into bed.
The sad ( ) thing about that is: a 48 year old woman and her husband, a 49 year old man, go out drinking on a friday night with friends for the fun of it/late holiday party, and their 18 year old daughter stayed home and was in bed by 11, had to get up to help them get their wasted asses in bed, and was up by 7 that morning to go to work, while they just slept in. When I got home after 5, both were still lying around/sleeping, wherever (it seems) the hangover became too much and one had to lay down for a minute. And pass out. Then again, sober, I sleep under the coffee tables in the living room. 
Work went alright today; trained a new kid out back where I'm at, and now he think's he's the shit, and in charge. I like ignoring people like that.
It pisses them off, and then, I just do it more. If anyone was in charge back there today, I would have been second in charge. I love seniority over all the new young kids who believe they are 'da bomb!'. Makes me feel all powerful and like. Which would make me 'da bomb!' instead.
In twenty minutes, I'm leaving to meet my sister at fleet farm so she can give me the birth control I so desperately need. Then I'll stick the patch on my ass like I always do, change it friday morning, and get back on track. My mother suggested the idea of just waiting until next friday to start a new cycle or whatnotshit. I went through my entire calendar, all year, to see if that change would conflict with anything. I've decided to stick the patch on tonight; I do NOT need to be spilling blood during:
Valentines Day (
Just incase...No sex, though)
Summerfest
Family vacations up north!
I forget what else. Summerfest was my main concern, though, and also my trips up north. I love Summerfest. And up north = drinking every night until I'm wasted off my ass and the sun is coming up.
I took off of work this coming wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday. I did so because I thought I'd be going to Illinois to visit my cousin. No longer happening. Someone needs to offer to let me come get drunk for a night. Five seperate people = 5 nights of el drinko = only one hangover. If only I had friends. 
So, if I can't find anywhere to drink and crash at, someone should tell me things I can do instead that are equally as fun, will get me out of the house, and blah blah. I know, I'm lame. I'm tired.
You know what would be cool? If my lame ass hooked up the web cam to SG so everyone could see me. But, I'm lazy, and it updates every 15 seconds at the soonest. When camming with people in chat, it tends to freeze up when I'm making the most stupidest face, or have my finger up my nose, or I'm standing up futzing with the speakers above the computer so all you see is a boob. Chances are my luck here wouldn't be any different, and you could stare at the boob for 15 seconds, not just 5 until the cam stops freezing.
) through, what seemed a maze at the time, the house to see how bad the damage is. I can't really remember the conversation, because I was in a very sleepy stupor, and I might have just sleepwalked half of it anyway (ah, the childhood habits). Thinking about it today, I realize that one of them had to of driven them both home. I'm disappointed in my parents about that; drunkenly driving from another fucking town! I know I was asleep this time, but normally I'm up later than 2. They should have known they could just call me to pick them up, but, no, because they 'didn't have much to drink'. Anyway, I remember escorting them to whatever destination in the house they needed so no one fell, hit their head, busted open an ear, and bled all over the place without knowing it until the next morning. I don't think I remember crawling back into bed.
The sad (
) thing about that is: a 48 year old woman and her husband, a 49 year old man, go out drinking on a friday night with friends for the fun of it/late holiday party, and their 18 year old daughter stayed home and was in bed by 11, had to get up to help them get their wasted asses in bed, and was up by 7 that morning to go to work, while they just slept in. When I got home after 5, both were still lying around/sleeping, wherever (it seems) the hangover became too much and one had to lay down for a minute. And pass out. Then again, sober, I sleep under the coffee tables in the living room.
Work went alright today; trained a new kid out back where I'm at, and now he think's he's the shit, and in charge. I like ignoring people like that.
It pisses them off, and then, I just do it more. If anyone was in charge back there today, I would have been second in charge. I love seniority over all the new young kids who believe they are 'da bomb!'. Makes me feel all powerful and like. Which would make me 'da bomb!' instead.
In twenty minutes, I'm leaving to meet my sister at fleet farm so she can give me the birth control I so desperately need. Then I'll stick the patch on my ass like I always do, change it friday morning, and get back on track. My mother suggested the idea of just waiting until next friday to start a new cycle or whatnotshit. I went through my entire calendar, all year, to see if that change would conflict with anything. I've decided to stick the patch on tonight; I do NOT need to be spilling blood during:
Valentines Day (
Just incase...No sex, though)
Summerfest
Family vacations up north!
I forget what else. Summerfest was my main concern, though, and also my trips up north. I love Summerfest. And up north = drinking every night until I'm wasted off my ass and the sun is coming up.
I took off of work this coming wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday. I did so because I thought I'd be going to Illinois to visit my cousin. No longer happening. Someone needs to offer to let me come get drunk for a night. Five seperate people = 5 nights of el drinko = only one hangover
. If only I had friends. So, if I can't find anywhere to drink and crash at, someone should tell me things I can do instead that are equally as fun, will get me out of the house, and blah blah. I know, I'm lame. I'm tired.
You know what would be cool? If my lame ass hooked up the web cam to SG so everyone could see me. But, I'm lazy, and it updates every 15 seconds at the soonest. When camming with people in chat, it tends to freeze up when I'm making the most stupidest face, or have my finger up my nose, or I'm standing up futzing with the speakers above the computer so all you see is a boob. Chances are my luck here wouldn't be any different, and you could stare at the boob for 15 seconds, not just 5 until the cam stops freezing.
I will say this about your journal entry: Sleeping under the coffee table is a rocking good thing.