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Man, I fucked up!
Jun. 8th, 2007 10:55 pmEh, I never really did perform well in extreme heat, but I suppose the stress of finding a decent job and mom's urge to get me out of the house finally made me hit the boiling point.
It started yesterday, when Mel's mother asked me to stay for dinner. I hadn't done so in a while, and I was having lots of fun at Mel's in the first place, so I accepted. In retrospect, it would've been wise to call and let mom know where I was, but I didn't. After all, I'm 24, and she should also know that I can manage, really. In the end, I got home at about 22:30ish. Mom pissed, and I really do mean pissed, angry.
Anyway, today she got some new buttons for the furnace, since they burned last time, she left the oven on (I found it on, walking into a 50 degree kitchen. Uncool. Literally!) and the buttons were slightly burned. It went wrong the first time adn she got the wrong buttons and had to return them. She was pretty happy with these, I suppose, though she didn't get all of them, yet. She asked me to come downstairs and see. I was playing Audition. You can't pause a multiplayer dance game and I was near-tieing for first place, so I told her I'd come down later. Instead, she decides to come upstairs and show me. I told her (literally): "If you hang that shit in front of my face now, I'll tear it to pieces." So what does the stupid woman do? She hangs it in front of my face. Now, people know that I'm not meager when it comes to doing what I say.
I finish 5th instead of 2nd, which I could've made. It was 28 degrees, I blame her. So, in a slightly upset mood I walk over to where she was sitting, take the enveloppe, tear it apart and hand it back. Not the wisest move, I know, but then again, neither was trying me in the first place. So she slaps me, and yells at me I should fucking move out if I don't like what she does. She's the boss and we have to follow her. In my calmest voice, I try to tell her that I was merely doing what I promised, and try to add that as the leader of the house, she's supposed to set the right example. Besides, she of all people should know you shouldn't test me, 'specially not at temperatures higher than 25 degrees.
With that dispute unsettled, I grow more and more agitated. I decide to chill out at Mel's for a bit. The guy's a saviour, really. But what happens? I get home in 29 degrees, to find Frank behind the computer, while the fan in his room was still on. Make no mistake, a fan produces more heat than freshness. When I attended this to him and told (not asked) him to shut the fucking thing off, he shrugged it off. Here's where I really fucked up: I yelled at him. So then he becomes testy too and asks me if I'm gonna turn violent on him too.
Oh Alex, you should've shrugged it off as well, but you didn't, did you? No, instead, you walk back, and push him in the chest. At which point he kicked over his fan, breaking it in the process, and shouting and yelling at me for being an asshole. And he was right. Insert breakdown and another suicidal thought here. Bah. Fucking emo mind. I'm over it though. Apologized and everything, but still...
Fucking heat. I can't take it. It's supposed to go on for at least another four days. 28-30 during the day, and no less than 20 over night. This isn't going to be fun.
It started yesterday, when Mel's mother asked me to stay for dinner. I hadn't done so in a while, and I was having lots of fun at Mel's in the first place, so I accepted. In retrospect, it would've been wise to call and let mom know where I was, but I didn't. After all, I'm 24, and she should also know that I can manage, really. In the end, I got home at about 22:30ish. Mom pissed, and I really do mean pissed, angry.
Anyway, today she got some new buttons for the furnace, since they burned last time, she left the oven on (I found it on, walking into a 50 degree kitchen. Uncool. Literally!) and the buttons were slightly burned. It went wrong the first time adn she got the wrong buttons and had to return them. She was pretty happy with these, I suppose, though she didn't get all of them, yet. She asked me to come downstairs and see. I was playing Audition. You can't pause a multiplayer dance game and I was near-tieing for first place, so I told her I'd come down later. Instead, she decides to come upstairs and show me. I told her (literally): "If you hang that shit in front of my face now, I'll tear it to pieces." So what does the stupid woman do? She hangs it in front of my face. Now, people know that I'm not meager when it comes to doing what I say.
I finish 5th instead of 2nd, which I could've made. It was 28 degrees, I blame her. So, in a slightly upset mood I walk over to where she was sitting, take the enveloppe, tear it apart and hand it back. Not the wisest move, I know, but then again, neither was trying me in the first place. So she slaps me, and yells at me I should fucking move out if I don't like what she does. She's the boss and we have to follow her. In my calmest voice, I try to tell her that I was merely doing what I promised, and try to add that as the leader of the house, she's supposed to set the right example. Besides, she of all people should know you shouldn't test me, 'specially not at temperatures higher than 25 degrees.
With that dispute unsettled, I grow more and more agitated. I decide to chill out at Mel's for a bit. The guy's a saviour, really. But what happens? I get home in 29 degrees, to find Frank behind the computer, while the fan in his room was still on. Make no mistake, a fan produces more heat than freshness. When I attended this to him and told (not asked) him to shut the fucking thing off, he shrugged it off. Here's where I really fucked up: I yelled at him. So then he becomes testy too and asks me if I'm gonna turn violent on him too.
Oh Alex, you should've shrugged it off as well, but you didn't, did you? No, instead, you walk back, and push him in the chest. At which point he kicked over his fan, breaking it in the process, and shouting and yelling at me for being an asshole. And he was right. Insert breakdown and another suicidal thought here. Bah. Fucking emo mind. I'm over it though. Apologized and everything, but still...
Fucking heat. I can't take it. It's supposed to go on for at least another four days. 28-30 during the day, and no less than 20 over night. This isn't going to be fun.
