Spring Break Sucked

Don't get drawn into a wrangle over a personal or emotional situation. You are absolutely right that somebody could (and should) do a better job. However, successfully conveying that message to them will be about as viable as going to Antarctica and spending a few hours walking around without a stitch of clothing on.

This was my horoscope for the weekend of the 16th.

The Antarctica part pretty much describes my spring break. The weather wasn't too bad, we had a 3 day blizzard of the sorts. Then the weather outside got better.

The weather inside Jennifer and Johnny's apartment was a different story for 10 days it was well below zero. I came here with them so I would feel less homesick, or have a way of lessening the homesickness with her here. So far that plan has totally backfired.

There has only been one time I have felt less wanted and so much like dirt before. (If you know me from before the days of this diary you will know what time I am talking about.) I would have felt more welcomed in a shelter for the homeless than I did at their apartment.

I spent the whole break doing cartwheels just so Johnny could keep his schedule of doing nothing but sitting on his ass and watching Walker Texas Ranger and Star Trek The Next Generation.

I spent a whole freaking night doing dishes because it drives me crazy when there are dirty dishes in the sink. Just so as soon as Johnny ate something else there could be more dishes, by midafternoon the next day I gave up.

I am sure if there had been anything to clean with I would have cleaned their bathroom. It was nasty, the toliet hasn't been clean since they moved in, there is hair all over the place from Johnny shaving his head, and his face. The sink is covered with toothpaste and soap. It is worse than the bathroom in the one trailer house I lived in, (during the afore metioned time of feeling less than wanted.)

I spent $70 of my tax return on groceries for their dumb asses, (I was only planning on giving them $25 at the most because I had just been eating the salad shakers that Jenn was bringing home from McD's on the nights that she closed, and left over pizza. Definately wasn't worth 70 bucks.)

The very same night I ended up spending almost 40 bucks on stuff they needed for the cat. (Claw clippers $8, the stuff to make the claws stop bleeding if cut to short $8, Catnip $2, Harness/Lesh thingie so they could take him into PetCo $4, Plastic thing to put in front of the litter box so I wouldn't have kitty litter all over my bed on the living room floor anymore $10, Plaque and Tartar fighting treats $2.)

Bye bye tax return, I thought I was going to save part of it to get a PS2, that isn't going to happen anymore. I have about 11 dollars of it left. What did I get with that money, a previously viewed copy of Pearl Harbor, a new pair of flip flops and The Fellowship of the Ring (book.)

I am so frustrated with the whole situation, they treat me like this while I am there for 10 days and expect me to still want to move in with them in May and help them pay rent. What the heck are they thinking?

What a great entry to come back with after being away for a while. huh? I'm going to go shower and get rid of the stink of Taco Bell. Then I am headed for bed. Good night all.