Just a little reminder: Alkaline Trio is coming to croc on April 24th. I'm totally there. Even though that makes 3 concerts in one week. Holy crap.
5 days till I'm 18. =D You're all invited to come over on friday to party. Even though my bday isn't technically till monday. =/
"I love you" seems such of mundane way of describing how I feel. It's not enough. It's not good enough to describe you.
So now for the real part of this post. Today I was home sick and was watching VH1. On came that show about the beauty pageant girls that I can't remember the name of. I just knew I was frightened. 6 year old girls dressed up to look like they were in their twenties. And I mean it -- Fake eyelashes, hairspray out to wazoo, make up, spray tans, and even (this part was scary) fake teeth! A mother on the show said that the fake teeth alone cost about $250, and the dresses they were can get up to $1500. Then add travel expenses, and I wonder why people do this to their children at all. The competition itself had 3 parts -- Formalwear, swimsuit, and casual wear. The swimsuit part wasn't sexual or anything, so don't think kitty porn, but it was frightening none the less. And there I am on the couch thinking "WTF!?" Aren't we supposed to be teaching our children about outer beauty? The idea that you're beautiful no matter what? I mean, if you're spending thousands to prove have beautiful your SIX year old daughter is, what is going to stop you in the future from buying your spoiled daughter $500 dollar jeans? A Porche? Really? The ones that win have inflated egos to last a lifetime. They're always going to want to be the best, the prettiest, and there's a few things wrong with that. Don't even get me started on the ones that lose. After all that hard work, they can't even earn a gaudy crown. Their self esteem must be completely crushed.
Perhaps, like so many other people in the world, I should just relax, take a deep breath, and breathe. I shouldn't care what other people say or think. Why shouldn't Brent and I get married? Why can't we? And who the hell cares if Brent's father doesn't accept me?
Fuck you, world. Really.
So my advice to all of you is to just step back and relax.
Well, events have unfolded and on Sunday Brent's mother attempted to explain herself. Apparently, she never realized how busy I was (she never bothers to ask), and stopped short when Christine defended me and told her all the stuff I do. So Brent's mom and I are cool, she explained that she values my opinions, and that she's glad Brent has a relationship to come home to, especially one as supportive as me, blah blah blah. It as kind of awkward, but I'm glad it's over with.
Brent's dad, on the other hand, won't ever respect me until I at least get a part time job. Brent's mother told me this to my face, she thinks it's stupid of him, but this is just how Brent's father was raised. It is how he is. She also explained to me that Paul (Brent's dad) will think I'm a distraction and that, in the future, he will probably blame me for a lot of things. This isn't just me, by the way, he does that to EVERYONE in his family, including his wife, children and dogs. He pretty much makes their life far harder then it ever needs to be. The entire family realizes this and has moved on, guess it's my turn to join them.
I guess I'll just take it in stride. I guess his discontent with me just means I'm part of the family.
Thanks for all the help guys. =D I really should hang out with all of you more - Lemmie know when you're free.
Although I hoped and prayed for a dramaless weekend, my prayers fell on deaf ears. Arg.
Brent's parents are at it again, and this time in a bigger way than usual. Of course, Brent fucked up (no nearly as bad as they made it out to be, but his dad always flips shit anyway) and he doesn't want to go home tonight which means I'm going to have to convince my parents to let him sleep on the couch if he's afraid to go home. No, his parents don't beat him, but honestly, I wouldn't want to deal with that shit either.
But I'm used to Brent's dad's flip outs, it happens about every third weekend or so, if I'm lucky, and they usually are pretty mild. But what irks me most is that they decided to bring me in. Hooray!
According to Brent's parents (mainly his dad, I think) I don't do anything. I don't achieve anything, and all I do is bother Brent. The worst part is, they say this behind my back, and never confront me about it at all. I can't defend myself - It's not my place - So once again, I have to just sit and take it. Although Brent is telling me to talk to them this time. I've told Brent several times to ask his parents to refrain from talking about me. Those thoughts, too, fell on deaf ears.
So now I face the quandry - Defend myself? Or just let it lie? It's going to be really hard for me to not be sarcastic about this. And by that I mean go to Brent's house and continually ask him if I'm "bothering" him, or bring up everything I do during the week in an obscenely, unnecessarily loud voice. A little passive aggressiveness never hurt, eh?
Perhaps they don't realize that I dedicate 6 hours a week to basketball (I guess they think my dad makes me do it. WTF?) or that I take voice lessons. Perhaps they don't realize that on the days I don't have basketball, I go to the gym with my mother. Maybe they don't understand that I'm teaching myself piano and have two five page essays due every marking period. I guess they're overlooking the fact that I got into a college that's only a step below Ivy league.
I think they think all this didn't matter because it was handed to me. Yes, my college education is paid for, but I still had to EARN my way in, and although my car is handed to me, and they pay for it, there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank them for it.
But I think what bothers me most is not their thoughts. I know I do stuff, and I know I don't bother Brent. They're not part of the relationship, they don't know what it's like. What bothers me most about the whole situation is that they're even opening their mouths to begin with. I have been nothing short of wonderful to them since Brent and I have started dating. I've done Brent's laundry, dusted their house, given their daughter rides there. More then one occasion I've picked Brent's mother up when she locked herself out of her car, and when she popped a tire. I've set their dining room table for Thanksgiving, taken their dogs out, and once, I even picked up their laundry from the laundromat. They have NO reason to berrate me or think bad things about me. I have gone above and beyond the natural call of any normal girlfriend, and this is the thanks I get.
Fuck that, really. And if they're going to talk about me like a couple of teenagers, shouldn't I treat them like one? And I wouldn't let ANYONE talk that kind of shit behind my back, or any of my friends for that matter.
I know this posts sounds kind of arrogant, but honestly, I don't deserve what they do to me.
