Today

Today, I felt sick at school. The sculpture class has been going to the elementary school to teach them to make either pinch or coil pots, so I was walking back from there. The sun was hot today, and medicine I had taken was starting to wear off. (if you're a boy, count your blessings, cuz you never have to deal with THIS) So I felt sick and I was getting way too hot and I was also getting tired from walking. I went straight to the nurse's office ("nurse" hah) and demanded to call home to get picked up.

After about an hour and 20 minutes later, mum still hadn't shown up. I called again, and she said she'd take a little longer to get there, since the sheriff's deputy was at the house.

So I laid down for about ten more minutes, wondering what the hell was going on. Mum showed up, I got out of the school, and in the car, she finally told me what had been going on. Sis was in the passenger's seat, too, which I thought was odd. Lately, she's been doing the payroll for the plastics factory that the family owns, a job which grandma would usually do, but she's been losing her memory. And of course, dad's rampant spending of our grocery money and bill money on DVDs and other worthless shit he doesn't need/already has, has prompted us to demand he only gets $100 out of his paycheck, since he doesn't pay bills. He also left us without grocery money for about two weeks. Anyways, Sis has been doing the payroll. She was holding an unwritten paycheck for him (why he still gets a fuckin paycheck is a mystery to me), sitting in her car with the windows half-open when he comes over and reaches in, grabs her arm, and says he'll break it if she doesn't give him his paycheck, even though he "hates talking like this." Hates talking like that my ass. He talks like that all the time, just never physical threats...

So the sheriff's deputy was at the house and told dad to use some anger management techniques. Sis decided to not file charges, though a report was definitely filed of the incident.

This is why I keep a knife by my bed and had a pair of handcuffs at the ready; I knew dad would go this way eventually... Even if I don't want to hurt him, I will if I have to.

Attention Whore

Nick, one of the people at my school, (formerly, now) decided he was just so upset last night that he had to take four pills of whatever it was and call all his friends and tell them he was killing himself. Yeah. Great. However, it's pretty hard to overdose on just four of ANYTHING, not to mention the fact that he wouldn't do that anyways. So why take pills and threaten that? To get attention. And to tell Caylyn, who works hard to keep all her friends safe and relatively happy, that it's all her fault and that she's a bitch and blah blah blah. What an asshole.
So that's what happened last night. I disconnected from the internet at about ten o'clock, so Caylyn called up at just that time. Good timing, since my dad was on the other computer and bitching about how he had to get online to print out some stupid work stuff.
In a situation like this, you yell at your dad, in a commanding tone of voice, to SHUT THE HELL UP BECAUSE SOMEONE'S FRIEND SHOVING PILLS IN HIMSELF IS A BIT MORE IMPORTANT THAN WORK.
Idiot. My sister pointed out, too, that someone's life is more important than work. And what did dad do? Bitch about it. What a lovely character.

So the moral of the story is that Wolfie gives you all permission to dropkick both her dad and her ex.