Passover Weekend 3/29/2002
Being home isn't all its cracked up to be. Before I was home for a full 24 hours I was fighting with two out of my three siblings. This afternoon Becca wanted to take me and my two brothers out to lunch today. That was fine except we didn't first start going into the shower until noon. It was after two when I finally when into the shower. By the time I got out, everyone was starting to get ready to go. One thing I absolutely hate is being rushed. I'm rushed all the time at school, and when I'm home, I want to do my hair, my make-up and just generally look normal.
Anyway...So I told my sister to go without me because I wanted to blow-dry my hair and stuff, but I didn't want to hold everyone else back. My sister said fine, but my brother John was getting antsy. I hear my sister later complaining to my mom that John was pushing her to go out to lunch already and that I was complaining that I was rushed. She was over-exaggerating and said that I came downstairs "screaming" at her. I was by no means screaming. So I replied sarcastically, "Yeah, Becca, I just came downstairs and threatened you with a bat." Becca goes and tells my mother that I had said that I wanted to hit her [Becca] with a bat. ::sigh:: Is she stupid or does she just not listen when I speak? John kept asking me if I was ready yet, so yelled at him, and we started fighting. Becca yelled, "Fuck you all" and ended up just taking my littlest brother Jake out to lunch. Such a process...
Tonight at dinner John, who's sixteen, was picking on Jake, who's ten. Jake's a little chubby, but the cutest thing in the world. Jake had just had an ice cream bar and afterwards he was eating fruit snacks. John, being an ass, started picking on Jake, jabbing, him taking his candy, etc. Jake started crying so I threatened to call my Dad. John came after me and started yelling at me and ripped the phone from my hand. He's such a damn bully sometimes. Jake went down to the playroom to cry and I went after him. Jake started yelling at me for some reason, so now here I am, fighting with all three siblings and actually wishing I was back at Syracuse.
I have so much work this weekend but I had wanted to come home for Passover. I should have stayed at school. My schedule is all thrown off when I'm home, because I don't have as much freedom. I can't shower whenever I want, or eat dinner when its good for me. I've gotten no work done and I think I'm more stressed out here than I was at Syracuse, if that's at all possible. Such a waste of a weekend. The only saving factor is that the food my mom cooked kicks ass.
Phobia of the Day: Judeophobia- Fear of Jews
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