Ughhh....I feel like every blog I do here is me ranting about something shitty that happened to me. Are my problems really the most interesting part of me?...and why are shitty things always happening to me? Grrrr...
Well here you go. More problems. This one's a good one though. It had me thoroughly pissed and I'm still feeling miserable after over 24 hours have passed. Anyway. Right now, I'm not reporting from Jersey. I'm in North Carolina (Outer Banks...anyone?) on vacation with the family. Now first off, I don't really get along with my family. Not like a problem causing situation, but its just I have such a completely different personality and set of morals that you wouldn't even think I'm from this family. Soooo...I went into this vacation already knowing that this personality compatibility issue could cause some expected problems. Well...here I am. Everyone is upstairs yelling and drinking and playing music loudly, while I'm a floor down in my room wanting to just hang out and chill.
But whatever...I don't care about that. They can be them, and I'll be me.
But don't forcefully bring me into situations I don't want to have anything to do with...
Yesterday, after a nine and a half hour drive, I just want to move all my stuff in and get settled. I finished setting up what I'll be calling home for the next week around 11:30PM. I decided to take a tour of the house we're staying at, while everyone else opted to get in their bathing suits jump in the pool. Well, I guide my tour to the outside. I check out the volleyball court in our backyard. I figure out how the grill operates. Then I go and check out the pool that everyone is having a blast in. I had been in a car all day and just wanted to shower and go to bed, but for whatever reason, everyone wanted me to come in the pool.
Hold up.
Cool. You guys want to include me in your activities. But, look. I really just want to go to bed. Thanks for the invite, but we can all do this tomorrow. Good night guys...
I explain that to everyone. But my cousin Dave thought he'd be cool and threatens, "If you don't come in the pool, I'm gonna come beat you with this pool noodle." (You know...those foam noodle pool toys...) Well I guess he's a little immature for being a 27 year old, because after I explained that I wasn't coming in again, he hops out of the pool, sprints over to me, and cracks this noodle across my face. Now despite being furious that he actually did this, I got even more pissed after I notice that he knocked my glasses flying off my face.
I can't see shit. It's completely dark out. Nobody has any idea which way they flew. I'm fucked. I spent the next hour and a half feeling all over the dark ground, blindly searching for any hope that my glasses could be nearby. A glimmer of light reflecting from a lens, an earpiece sticking up,....anything. Noone is helping me, but I don't even ask. I'm too mad to deal with these people. I decide the effort is worthless in the dark and head inside, slamming every door that is between me and my room. I go to bed.
I'm awoken in the morning to my mother telling me that everyone went looking for my glasses and they haven't found them. Thank God I'm the only one who even thought to bring a laptop, because now I'm the lead investigator of this house on finding a Lenscrafters down here. Some relief is flowing through my body.
Well, at least this problems over. I'm going to find this Lenscrafters, head there, and be back with a new pair of glasses. Then it's vacation time.
I find the store locator on their website. Punch in the zip code down here. Closest store is.........2 hours away.
For this post's length's sake, lets just say, a car ride with tension so thick you'd need a machete to cut through, an unnecessary eye exam, and 8 hours later I get back with a new pair of glasses that I don't like.
If anyone has some funny links, weed, naked pics...Help me out...I'm looking to get out of this shitty mood.
Truffles out...
Sorry I know it's a loooong one.
Well here you go. More problems. This one's a good one though. It had me thoroughly pissed and I'm still feeling miserable after over 24 hours have passed. Anyway. Right now, I'm not reporting from Jersey. I'm in North Carolina (Outer Banks...anyone?) on vacation with the family. Now first off, I don't really get along with my family. Not like a problem causing situation, but its just I have such a completely different personality and set of morals that you wouldn't even think I'm from this family. Soooo...I went into this vacation already knowing that this personality compatibility issue could cause some expected problems. Well...here I am. Everyone is upstairs yelling and drinking and playing music loudly, while I'm a floor down in my room wanting to just hang out and chill.
But whatever...I don't care about that. They can be them, and I'll be me.
But don't forcefully bring me into situations I don't want to have anything to do with...
Yesterday, after a nine and a half hour drive, I just want to move all my stuff in and get settled. I finished setting up what I'll be calling home for the next week around 11:30PM. I decided to take a tour of the house we're staying at, while everyone else opted to get in their bathing suits jump in the pool. Well, I guide my tour to the outside. I check out the volleyball court in our backyard. I figure out how the grill operates. Then I go and check out the pool that everyone is having a blast in. I had been in a car all day and just wanted to shower and go to bed, but for whatever reason, everyone wanted me to come in the pool.
Hold up.
Cool. You guys want to include me in your activities. But, look. I really just want to go to bed. Thanks for the invite, but we can all do this tomorrow. Good night guys...
I explain that to everyone. But my cousin Dave thought he'd be cool and threatens, "If you don't come in the pool, I'm gonna come beat you with this pool noodle." (You know...those foam noodle pool toys...) Well I guess he's a little immature for being a 27 year old, because after I explained that I wasn't coming in again, he hops out of the pool, sprints over to me, and cracks this noodle across my face. Now despite being furious that he actually did this, I got even more pissed after I notice that he knocked my glasses flying off my face.
I can't see shit. It's completely dark out. Nobody has any idea which way they flew. I'm fucked. I spent the next hour and a half feeling all over the dark ground, blindly searching for any hope that my glasses could be nearby. A glimmer of light reflecting from a lens, an earpiece sticking up,....anything. Noone is helping me, but I don't even ask. I'm too mad to deal with these people. I decide the effort is worthless in the dark and head inside, slamming every door that is between me and my room. I go to bed.
I'm awoken in the morning to my mother telling me that everyone went looking for my glasses and they haven't found them. Thank God I'm the only one who even thought to bring a laptop, because now I'm the lead investigator of this house on finding a Lenscrafters down here. Some relief is flowing through my body.
Well, at least this problems over. I'm going to find this Lenscrafters, head there, and be back with a new pair of glasses. Then it's vacation time.
I find the store locator on their website. Punch in the zip code down here. Closest store is.........2 hours away.
For this post's length's sake, lets just say, a car ride with tension so thick you'd need a machete to cut through, an unnecessary eye exam, and 8 hours later I get back with a new pair of glasses that I don't like.
If anyone has some funny links, weed, naked pics...Help me out...I'm looking to get out of this shitty mood.
Truffles out...
Sorry I know it's a loooong one.
niobe:
Sometimes venting here is the best thing. I find it to be. Just getting it all out. I hope that typing all that out helped. *hugs*