Cont'd 12/21/2001
Albany Airport sucked. I wanted to get a bagel with eggs and cheese on it, but they had stopped serving breakfast twenty minutes before. Then, the woman won't even sell me a plain bagel because technically, it was counted as a breakfast food. At this point, I was irritated, overtired, and stressed, so I think she felt bad for me. She said, "OK, I'll sell you a bagel. But I can't warm it up for you." I was too tired to even ask why. There was maybe three other people in the airport, and I highly doubt any of them were going to run and tell her manager if they saw some kid walking around with a toasted bagel after 11 am. But fine. So I had coffee that was as tasty as hot water and a frozen bagel. When I had to board the second plane, they pulled me out of line again because of my red-flagged ticket. By the time I got onto the plane, I was hysterically crying. I just couldn't take it any more.
At MacArthur Airport on Long Island, I had to wait an hour for my mom to pick me up because she needed to pick up my brothers from school first. I have never been so delighted to see my brother John in my entire life. I didn't recognize him at first. He looks like such a man now. It feels like only yesterday when he was six inches shorter than I was and was all skin and bones. Now he has these really broad shoulders and is almost six feet tall. It made me sad for about half a minute, realizing how fast he was growing up. Anyway...My original plan was to crash when I got home, but I ended up eating a huge lunch instead and talking with my family for awhile. Then Josh needed tutoring in chemistry. Jake wanted me to go to his band concert that night. After we got back, John needed more tutoring. I finally fell into bed ten hours after I had originally intended to. Panama and Angyl, my friends from high school, had called me, but I was just so tired. I slept for twelve hours, but it didn't feel like it. It felt more like ten minutes. I felt as if I had just put my head down, and a few minutes later the sun had risen and I had to get up again.
I went shopping with Dad and my sister for shoes. It was interesting, to say the least...My sister is the nastiest, most ungrateful person. I'm not sure if she was always like that and I never noticed, or she just became like that slowly over time. She's twenty-one and my parents do everything for her--they paid her credit card bills, her tuition, her car, her numerous shopping sprees. My Dad took me for shoes because my sneakers had holes in them; he also offered to buy her a pair of boots and a pair of sneakers even though she has at least six pairs of shoes in her closet. My mother, up until recently, was even nice enough to do her wash for her when she was home from college. My mom was trying to let us have one less chore to do, and what does my sister do? She yells at my mother constantly because she can't find a sock or something and is convinced my mother lost it. Maybe Becca, just maybe, your lost article of clothing is somewhere in your biohazard of a room. Now, I'm not a neat person, but I make an effort when I'm home because I know my mother absolutely despises having messy rooms in our house. Becca just doesn't care, even when she knows my mom is going to have to spend extra time to clean up her room.
The things that go wrong in my life are my fault, nine times out of ten. My parents have been nothing but supportive. They sent me to a private schhol that really hurt them financially, but they sent me anyway because they knew I wanted to go. They listen to me complain, and try to make me feel better instead of making me feel bad. They're actually fighting me to not get a job. I'm getting one regardless, because I hate going through so much money, but it's nice that they put no pressure on me to get one. I dunno, my sister is just being an ungrateful bastard and it's pissing me off.
Tonight Panama and Angyl called me again. Me, Blossom, Panama, Angyl, Batmna, and a few other of their friends went to the mall to hang out. I miss them all so much...I'll write more about it tomorrow because I'm so exhausted. I'm going to Fred's holiday party on Saturday so I get to see them again later this week, which kicks ass. So, overall, I'm in a really good mood. That, and I just found out on-line that I have a B in chemistry and an A- in Religions of the World. If I did well on my calculus final, I may have a pretty good GPA this semester.
Phobia of the Day:
Cyberphobia- Fear of computers or working on a computer
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