Another Rant and Then Some

My sister is driving me crazy. She needs to hurry up and get out of her teenage angst. Whenever I complain to my mom she tells me that I was never as bad as my sister. She is so whiny. She thinks everyone is criticizing her all the time even when they're joking. She was telling us about how some boy had called her beautiful and I jokingly said, "maybe he's gay." She got all pissed off and said, "thanks for saying I look like a guy." What? I meant because only gay guys use "beautiful" as a compliment when they're teenagers. Teenage boys' vocabulary include hot and sexy. Very rarely will you hear beautiful. Besides that, I was joking. Gah. And she's a horrible driver. She thinks she's amazing, but she insisted on driving us to pick up dinner tonight and I wanted to cover my eyes the whole time. She doesn't look when she turns across traffic!! 

My uncle is also driving me crazy. It seems to be a very easy thing to do right now. He gave me the phone number for some lady to get a job through her, but the job is forty five minutes away. No big deal, if I already have money to get out there, but guess what. I don't. So, I said maybe I'd call her later in the summer when I've had another job and can pay for the gas. But he wants me to call her right now. And every time he sees me "you call her yet?" and I've already told him that I'm not going to. All he has to say is that he's my uncle and I should listen to him and that this could be good for me. How is being a leasing agent at an apartment complex going to be good for me? How does that help me at all besides just being a summer job? It doesn't help me any more than working at the family dollar does. A job is a job at this point. 

I need to get a job because I need to get out of this house. I'm tired of hiding in my room so I don't go crazy. Gah.

And I want some more tattoos. I've drawn up my next one, a plumeria flower on my left foot. And then my next one after that will be a tree of life on my right wrist. And I will get one more this summer (to keep at the same pace I had last year, haha) and I'm thinking I want a leg piece. Like an arm covered is a sleeve, but on my leg...or maybe I will get a sleeve...but I think they look funny on thin arms. But anyway, I think I want the seven deadly sins. But I doubt I would start that this summer. Maybe I'll get my dragon around a rose on my upper thigh. Or my phoenix on my calf. Or put the next piece onto my side. Yea...so I counted last night how many tattoos I'll have if I get all the ones I want right now...27. That's not counting the seven deadly sins because I just started thinking about that today. So that would make it 34. Wow. I guess my band director was right when he made the prediction that I would one day write my autobiography titled "Confessions of a Tattooed Lady." Haha. 

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No Poetic Moment

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The question isn't

Who is going to let me

It's

Who is going to stop me

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