My Journal

3/17/16

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
I'm wearing a black t-shirt with green "ISEAH" and a gorilla(some band, got it from my aunt).
It's the pic above.

I'm fucking done with my stupid-ass brother who doesn't seem to even grasp when he should shut his pie-hole and be human for once.
Because, last year, my mom yelled at him for the exact same shit for the whole ride to the parade.
Almost ruined the whole day.
Year before that, he was being an ass about not finding the perfect green outfit to wear, and we were late, but he wouldn't stop FUCKING COMPLAINING, so we never got to go.
This year, once again, HE CANT STOP WHINING, MAKING MOM MAD, AND I HAVE TO FUCKING STAY HOME AGAIN BECAUSE MY RIDE(mom) NO LONGER WANTS TO GO.
AGHHHHHHHHH
I was going to have a great time catching the small bit of candy I could, then joining in the parade when I saw my cousins and walking to the end with them, catching up with the events because they moved.
But no, my brother wouldn't stop saying "we should've taken the car" and "now we got to wait, great, thanks mom."
FOR THE THIRD FUCKING YEAR IN A ROW, I DONT GET TO HAVE ONE FUCKING PERFECT DAY AT LEAST ONCE BECAUSE SOMEONE DECIDED TO BE AN ASS.
Whenever I go TO MY CONCERTS, M FUCKING CONCERTS, EITHER MY STEP-DAD WILL ARGUE WITH MY MOM BECAUSE HE "DIDNT KNOW" I HAD A PERFORMANCE, OR MY BROTHER WONT STOP COMPLAINING, AND MY MOM WILL EITHER REFUSE TO GO OR CRY. OR STEP-DAD WILL STAY HOME POUTING.
GROW THE FUCK UP.
I'm going to try and do nothing to any of their benefits, or talk to any of them, for at least a day.
Hopefully a week.
Wonderfully forever.
Though I'll probably end up grounded or yelling myself.
I can't get a ride, cause the only one friend that I have that wasn't going early, walks and can't give me a ride.
And I can't walk myself, cause it started at 1 and it's now 1:30
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I successfully walked away from my mom's bs and refused to walk the dog(cause my brother was outside on his phone but somehow I'm the one that has to walk the dog).
Now I'm getting my hair cut.
Hopefully dyed too.
I'll show pics before & after!

Before:

And after:

So I got in an argument with my mom(at the salon) and she said she's never taking me to get my hair dyed(she wouldn't let my brother get his mustache waxed, and she said "cause you're a boy," and I stood up for his side)...
And when E was just like "I would just do it on my own"
She took his phone for a bit and was like "don't encourage her!"
And I said "he can't encourage me on what I'm probably already going to do"
And she took my phone too
Like
It's just fucking hair dye and standing up to your social norms
Get your head out of your ass, thanks.

When she was telling my brother no I also brought up how she'll never let me get my hair cut a certain way if a male is modeling it, because that's a "boy haircut." Sometimes I wish I could hurry up and come out(gender-wise) already.
But I tried, and said "that's normal, you don't know cause you're still growing and stuff."
😘wow thanks mom😝
🖕🏻fuck you🖕🏻

I think I like my hair tho
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It's official, step-dad is joining in the punishment.
We were watching Serenity(continuation movie of the AMAZING show Firefly), and my brother came down to put in laundry. He thought that it was stupid, and scolded E, as it was late, a bit after 8 pm.
When my mom came down and said "what does it matter?"
C: "he's had all day, all WEEK! He doesn't have to do it right before we sleep!"
M: "and you've NEVER done your laundry late at night? Even with you having all day to do it? Never?"
C: "........ You know what? Suck my ass."
And, being the fucking baby he is, he stormed upstairs and slammed the door.
Fuck you, E.
Fuck you, mom.
And a very special fuck you to, C.
I hope you all learn the taste of your own shit, cause you don't seem to be realizing it now when it's coming right out your mouth.