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FUCKING A. Yeah. So I went. It sucked. Actually, the race itself wasn't too bad, but everything else sucked. The demolition derby was even shitty, except the hot guy that crashed in front of me. But anyways. We got there and all was well (except for the fact that my brother smoked 2 cigarettes on the way there, and then had like 3 on the way home, but anyways. We got there, went in, and started to watch the qualifying laps, and then my brother saw Gary, so we went over there and he proceeded to say to my brother, "Why'd you bring her?" I understand he might have MEANT it as a joke, but that hurt. Especially with all the shit I've been putting up with as of late, including being called the worst friend in the world. That doesn't make sense though because I have ALWAYS been there for that person. But anywho. We sat down, and Gary pulled out a blanket (he brought his kids) and they sat down, and my brother even got somewhere on the blanket to sit. So I just sat next to them and he (Gary) moved his ass over like four inches, then tells me that I can sit on the blanket too. I'm sorry, my idea of a good time is NOT having a blanket shoved up my fucking ass crack! So then he bought everyone sodas (minus me), and we watched the trials more. Then he was talking to my brother (no one talked to me at all that night) and made a comment along the lines of, "Your sister could go on the internet and find you a junker car. She's good at that." So, okay, dissing me, that's fine. But now you bring my CAR into it? That's just.....ugh...So my brother tells me to just give him the finger and I was so pissed, I couldn't even do that. I just ground my teeth together and stared at the sun until the sun disappeared, and then I watched the races. *sigh* Then my brother basically played it all off as my fault. He told me I should just let those comments go. He has no idea how much fucking shit I've been through. Where does he get off telling me that?! I want to go far away from all of these people. In fact, I need a vacation from them. I think once I turn 16 and then have my license, I'll save up enough money for a hotel room and go away for a night. By myself. Because that's how it is now. I'm always by myself, but it's not relaxing. A hotel room alone would be. When we go on vacation next weekend, in fact, I have to share a room with my brother. How fair is that? Oh well, fuck him. If my parents get a room with a whirlpool (if they can) he's not allowed in. Only me. Because he doesn't deserve it. Anyways, I didn't even get a beer last night. I think I should go take one and then go in my room and drink it while I clean. There we go. Beer, music, and cleaning. And then I can hide in my room until 4, which is when I have to get ready to go to dinner at my grandparents' house. I don't even want to go there for dinner. Whatever. My brother made the plans. ~Ger P.S. If I ever meet a guy and let him make all of the plans and have all say in everything (AKA he pushes me around and I let him), come track me down and smack me, will you? |