There's No Place Like Home

So, I'm out of school for the summer, and back home. Because of this, there will probably a slight drop of blog entries. There's not really that much to talk about at home unless I rant all the time. I get annoyed when I'm at home.
At home there is:
Mom
StepDad
Sister (age 16)
Brother (age 22)
Nephew (age 2)
Uncle

Most of them annoy me.
So far:
StepDad has pretty much said that he is going to make me work for him (for no pay) because I type faster than him. And he doesn't care that I eventually will be back at school and have better things to do. This is irritating because he was the first one to tell me that I need to get a job this summer.

Sister is just annoying on a daily basis, whether I'm home or not. She thinks we're rich. It doesn't matter how much my mom talks about not being able to pay the bills in front of her. She still thinks my parents have some hidden money source that will pay for every last thing she dreams of. She thinks she has to have a new dress for band banquet. She thinks she needs to have a new car. Now. Not only a new car, but a sports car. She also thinks she is so misunderstood (but that's just the general teenage angst that she's going through right now, I hope) and should be able to drive wherever she wants because she is under the impression my brother and I were able to when we first started driving. I had a job, that's where I drove to all the time. Brother went nowhere. I don't know where she thinks we went all the time. And now today, she thinks I am obligated to give her my clothes that are name brand. She doesn't want the off brand, of course, but the second I don't want a pair of Hollister pants or Abercrombie shorts, I have to give them to her. No matter how short the shorts would be on her, she thinks she should have them and be able to wear them out of the house. She's sixteen, and she thinks she needs to dress like a hooker to get some attention. Gah.

And Uncle thinks he knows everything. Every time I get a new tattoo, he flips out because he thinks I'll never get a job. And he lectures to no end about the fact I have one on my wrist. He complains about how I dye my hair. He's awkward about me being a lesbian. He thinks my mom gives me too much freedom. And he said he would have someone call me about a job today, and they didn't call and he just avoided talking to me about it. Gah.

And that is my rant for the day. Most of my entries this summer will be like this. Ranting.

On a different note, I went to Scarborough Fair with Miss Giggles yesterday and we came across Twig the Fairy quite a few times. I'm in love with Twig the Fairy and she knows it. The last time we saw her, she stepped directly into my path to play her double flute to me. I smiled the rest of the day. It also helped that Miss Giggles and I were overly flirted with many times and it was super funny. Especially the German Brothers. Oh dear. They're so silly.
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No Poetic Moment

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We come into this world
And we're all the same
In that moment, there's no one to blame

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