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Times like these; or else, just "fuck."
Sep. 6th, 2003 12:05 pmIt's times like these when I loathe my entire family.
Well, no. Make that my mother and grandmother. Pedar is the only one with a speck of sanity.
A lot of you people knew about my planned Red Dwarf weekend. After much stress, Em agreed to host, Hannah agreed to bring the videos and everyone else agreed to come.
It all started going wrong when Colleen's induction turned out to be today, so she couldn't come. Then, this morning, an overload of homework and the necessity to babysit Peter meant Becca couldn't come. Then, my mother took a hand. Apparently going to Liverpool on my own, which I have done at least a thousand times in my life, and then going on to meet Hannah at Conway Park, is too dangerous and risky in inclement weather. I don't know what the weather has to do with it.
She wants me to be reasonable. I don't want to be fucking reasonable when it's so readily apparent that she can't be. She says to rearrange it. I said I could rearrange it for myself, but not for five other people who've had this planned for a fortnight. She said invite them all here. I would have taken her up on that at a later date, but couldn't resist pointing out the double standard of the distance being me too far for me to go, but not too far for my friends to come.
She said ring Helen and take the babysitting job she offered me for tonight. I didn't say anything, as it's obviously an impossible task to convince anyone who thinks a Red Dwarf weekend with five friends and babysitting for a three-year-old and one-year-old when I hate all kids are somehow the same thing.
She then said come to Southport to get your phone fixed. I'm going, but only to get my phone fixed. After that I plan to come home and have a very teenagerish sulk.
Hannah offered to kidnap me. I don't want to ask her to do that today, as the weather really is awful and it's even further for her than it would have been for me, but I may well take her up on it later. I want to be kidnapped.
And yes. My grandmother. She'll agree with everything my mother has said. The thing is, if my mother had said the exact opposite, she would still agree.
So, that's it. I'm off to sulk. And I've told Hannah to try and make sure nothing is cancelled, so they do go and watch Red Dwarf, and have a good time, and I'll ring them and tie up the phone line the whole night to piss off my family.
Well, no. Make that my mother and grandmother. Pedar is the only one with a speck of sanity.
A lot of you people knew about my planned Red Dwarf weekend. After much stress, Em agreed to host, Hannah agreed to bring the videos and everyone else agreed to come.
It all started going wrong when Colleen's induction turned out to be today, so she couldn't come. Then, this morning, an overload of homework and the necessity to babysit Peter meant Becca couldn't come. Then, my mother took a hand. Apparently going to Liverpool on my own, which I have done at least a thousand times in my life, and then going on to meet Hannah at Conway Park, is too dangerous and risky in inclement weather. I don't know what the weather has to do with it.
She wants me to be reasonable. I don't want to be fucking reasonable when it's so readily apparent that she can't be. She says to rearrange it. I said I could rearrange it for myself, but not for five other people who've had this planned for a fortnight. She said invite them all here. I would have taken her up on that at a later date, but couldn't resist pointing out the double standard of the distance being me too far for me to go, but not too far for my friends to come.
She said ring Helen and take the babysitting job she offered me for tonight. I didn't say anything, as it's obviously an impossible task to convince anyone who thinks a Red Dwarf weekend with five friends and babysitting for a three-year-old and one-year-old when I hate all kids are somehow the same thing.
She then said come to Southport to get your phone fixed. I'm going, but only to get my phone fixed. After that I plan to come home and have a very teenagerish sulk.
Hannah offered to kidnap me. I don't want to ask her to do that today, as the weather really is awful and it's even further for her than it would have been for me, but I may well take her up on it later. I want to be kidnapped.
And yes. My grandmother. She'll agree with everything my mother has said. The thing is, if my mother had said the exact opposite, she would still agree.
So, that's it. I'm off to sulk. And I've told Hannah to try and make sure nothing is cancelled, so they do go and watch Red Dwarf, and have a good time, and I'll ring them and tie up the phone line the whole night to piss off my family.
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