Baha!

I just got done reading Jordan's post. She's a crazy lil thang, but I love her :)
Of course it gets me to thinking. You know, about everything she typed.
Like how she's tired of feeling like the only person who does wrong and I'm "perfect" and Jarrod does no wrong. Which let's face it, in my dad's eyes, Jarrod is his last hope. So of course he's going to let Jarrod get away with everything. Maybe Jarrod will turn out to be okay. He's not always the best little brother, but he's nice most of the time, and he doesn't mind sharing if you ask nicely too. Maybe he's just that way with me. I don't know.

Now on to me being "perfect". Well. Today, I was coughing around my dad, and I told him I had an on-going cold and that my nose was all bleh, and he replied with "quit smoking". I said "excuse me?" haha.. He was like 'You heard me. Quit smoking.". So there goes my perfection, if I ever had one. I mean, c'mon. All I did was graduate high school. I dropped out of college. They will always expect more from me. I do plan on going back to college at some point. Just no motivation right now. I really feel that if I got fired from my job, I would definitely get back on that college train. Ugh. But one can not seriously make it through life in this day and age without a college degree of some sort. It's just not enough for only a high school diploma.

Jordan talked about how my dad always tells her that she's "just like her mother". And he does. It's fucked up. My dad is completely sexist and unfair. He tells all of his children that "all women cheat". When you grow up with a father like that, how do you think the children will grow up? Do the girls grow up with self-esteem issues? Do they feel like they have to cheat just because, according to their dad, they're going to cheat anyways? Do they boys grow up thinking all the women they are with cheat on them? It's just all so fucked up. This whole family is so dysfunctional.

And don't even get me started on all the drama and hate in the family. Literally EVERYONE in the family talks shit about EVERYONE. That's what makes it even more fucked up. My dad will go behind everyone's back and talk shit and lie about things just to see people's reaction, to see if he can tell if they're lying or not. He literally starts feuds between family members due to this. Who does that? It's one of the most fucked up things.
It's kind of crazy though. You know, 'cause all of that drama.. I come from that kind of family and I try so fucking hard to stray away from it.
It's not always easy.

My mother is a-whole-nother story. I mean, she's not exactly like my dad. But she has so much drama in her life, it's not even funny. I won't get myself involved in it either. That's why I haven't talked to her recently. I'm not trying to meet all three of her new fucking boyfriends. It sickened me to read all her's and (1/3) boyfriends back and fourth conversations on FB. It just makes me sick that she is like this. I wish she'd learn. But she's always been this way, and she'll never change. Her children are not important to her. I'm pretty sure the last time she saw her youngest, Jarrod, was around Christmas time. I'm sure she doesn't even feel like a bad mom because of it either. Her children were never her priority. I mean, I was closer to my sister Jessie than I was with my mom. Back when I first got my monthly thing, who did I tell? Not my mother! Jessie was the one I told. My mom was either on her phone 24/7 or in her room reading a book. She was not a mother at all.

But enough about my family.
It rained today. My "snow" boots suck ass. My feet are almost always wet when I get home. This morning, though, Holly suggested putting a ziploc baggy over my socks and then put my shoes on. I took her advice. It was definitely a lot better than having wet feet. Nothing interesting at work happened. I had brought my DS in after my lunch break in hopes that I would get to play it. I didn't get to. Just because there wasn't any time. I mean, we finished early, but I was helping Frances with the water pump and then helped put a dog away and then it was 430. So I clocked out and we all smoked, like we always do and Alex asked me for a ride to her friends house. Her friend only lives like two or three minutes away from me so I always give her a ride when she asks for one. When I got home I asked Jordan if I could wear her Giraffe boots to work. Since they're actually rain boots. They're gonna look silly. But I'd rather look silly than have to wear ziploc baggies just so my feet don't get wet.

So now I'm home. I can't wait for dinner. I can't wait to smother Nick with kisses.
So I'm gonna go play some poke-e-man :P
ta-ta for now