Delaying my Creative Writing short story

Today is Saturday. In general, I don't really like Saturdays. During the fall I have football games and then I come home and my Dad's watching still more football. (8 hours of it actually and that goes for Sundays as well.) Also as it's a Saturday, my siblings are all home from school and they wake up at like 6 or 7 in the morning and run around arguing with each other. If my house was a lot bigger I might not mind so much and I'd be less Scroogy and willing to let them have their fun. However, my house is tiny and since I'd either have to share a bedroom with my brothers or with my sister, I share one with my brothers and they're loud on Saturdays. Of course it's even worse if I have a migraine the night before and end up falling asleep on the couch because I can't manage the stairs (stairs are tricky, let me tell you) like last night because then by 9 EVERYONE in my house (and some neighbors) congregates downstairs, (and since my house is tiny, that's only the kitchen, "hallway" and living room) to eat, to watch tv, to play board games (my family plays a lot of board games) and until 2 weeks ago, to argue about who gets to play on the computer. And that's not to mention all the household chores my Mom springs on them on weekend mornings the minute she wakes up. And despite my ridiculously small house my siblings have an adversity to going outside to play. Even when it's really nice out.

If the fact that it was a Saturday AND I have a level 6 migraine (hospital scales) not to mention tons of homework, wasn't enough -- it's now even... crazier because Eddie's here. Who's Eddie? He's a 7th grader. He used to be best friends with my brother Patrick -- even after he moved but after a while, even Patrick was too mature to enjoy hanging out with him. And let me explain, Patrick is the kind of kid that would still bring his lego creations to school if he didn't get detentions for it. Pat has ADHD, has been on Sattera (thank god not Ritalin...) and done better with it but he's still pretty immature. For him to have outgrown ANYBODY is like.... oh man. To give still another example, while neither of my brothers would admit it, they're each other's best friends. They do everything possible together. And this works because while Brian can be a little immature (for his age) Pat is so much more immature that they're at the same level... actually I take that back, Brian is 10 (Pat's 12) but there are many days where Brian is much more mature than Pat. This is not an insult to Pat, I actually enjoy the fact that he's immature (but only because it's in a fun way) but as an attempt to to begin to explain Eddie. Eddie has ADHD too, but he also has some strange form of autism and .... ugh. He's obnoxious. He is the MOST annoying thing EVER. Jar-Jar Binks set my teeth on edge but I'd rather spend a week with him than 2 hours with Eddie.

So why, if Patrick doesn't like him and everyone in my family has a tendency to try to find ways to run away when he's around, is Eddie over? I think it's because my Mom takes pity on Eddie's mom. I can't blame her -- I have LOTS of pity for Eddie's mom but I know that I'm not that generous. I would never volunteer to babysit Eddie unless I was overdosed on my pain medicines... and even then I'd have to be REALLY out of it. So in a way, I admire my Mom for being that nice. At the same time, I want to strangle her. I think I'm actually building up resistance to him though. Either that or he's just being very mellow today. I haven't had to scream into any pillows yet... but then I've only been up and about 3 hours and for half of that my Mom took him (and my brothers) away. They're at McDonald's. I do not approve of McDonald's but right now I could kiss them.

The original plan was that they were going to go to McDonald's but it got changed a little. Because of me actually. But let's rewind to this morning now that I've given more than sufficient background.

Last night I got a migraine and watched movies really late. So late that neither of my parents were still awake when I wanted to go to bed and due to the migraine, I was stuck downstairs. This morning was something of a nightmare for me because my sleep was broken since 6 in the morning when my brothers came downstairs to eat breakfast and play chess(amazing how my brothers get up no arguments at 6 on the weekends and yet my Mom has trouble getting them up at 6:30 on weekdays.) And let me just say I still had the bad migraines from last night and thus going upstairs was not an option so I really did not appreciate this because when my brothers play games just between the two of them it inevitably leads to loud fights about the rules and Brian yells (REALLY loudly) at Pat for cheating and then Pat will sometimes decide to quit because he's losing. So I told them to go play upstairs and went back to sleep. Around 7:30 they were back, (waking me up again) this time with my Mom to eat food and set up Monopoly (thoughtlessly, in the living room -- they didn't remember an hour ago to when I told them to go upstairs) and then argue with my Mom about folding clothes.

I think I got to sleep around 8:30 but not I'm not really sure. At 9 my Dad came downstairs and watched Mystery Science Theater 3000. I wouldn't have cared except that he woke me up to tell me that he was stealing my Tigger Sweatshirt (at the time I really couldn't have cared less) and then he put it up really loud and I have problems getting to sleep with noise. So when he muted during the commercials I would start getting back to sleep and then I'd wake up again to hear through the pillow over my head (when I have a migraine I often put a pillow over my head. This helps with the vertigo I experience as well as light and sound sensitvity) different roars of a swamp monster and snide comments made by robots.

It does not surprise me then that the every 2 or 3 minutes I was sleeping for, it was of Samurai Jack coming to save me and defending me with his sword more often that, from my family. And now that I think of it, I'd been having nightmares ever since my brothers first woke me up so when I was concious again I realized that they were nightmares and I drew on a mental hero to protect me from them as I tried going back to sleep. Hmmmm... Now the only question is, do I dream of certain fictional characters because I want them or do I want them because I dream of them? (The last instance, me dreaming of someone and then suddenly liking them has been known to happen to me before with real people. It doesn't usually last more than a week though unless the dreams continue.)

I think I finally got to sleep again before the movie actually finished simply because I was purely exhausted. (Mmmmm that was a good dream about Samurai Jack... I should dream of him more often.) But I remember waking up again after 11 when my Dad turned off the tv, complained that he had a level one migraine (oh boo-hoo! freaking whining brat... I get level one migraines almost every single day) to my Mom and that he wanted medicine and then he went upstairs. A little after then, my sister came downstairs and she and my Mom began fighting about what she could eat for breakfast/lunch. I got back to sleep, and now that the Samurai Jack dreams jogged my memory, I had some sort of strange dream about Lupin III and me being Fujiko. Now that is the kind of dream I wish I could remember. Hmmm definitely something about a club-house though... and poker? Eh whatever. Anyways Eddie came around 2 and that woke me up (he's a very loud kid) and at first I tried going back to sleep but it's not just possible with Eddie around. So I decided to get up and go through my normal morning routine of showering etc. I then went to my parent's room where my Dad was playing Civilization on the computer and told him that I needed the comp. for homework. He then whined some about his headache which he even admitted was only a level one and told me I couldn't have it. This is a pretty usual exchange between us so I went downstairs to get food.

While down there, my Mom decided I needed a haircut (I agreed heavily) and in typical red-neck fashion she offered to do the cutting. But I agreed to it only because she actually pays me to cut my hair and I'm hoping to buy Kiki's Delivery service for my sister's Birthday (Feb. 23rd) and I still have quite a few Inuyasha dvds to buy so I could use the money. Afterwards she offered to take me and Laura away from the house and to the movies if we wanted. And it was obvious Laura wanted out of this place because Eddie had just gone into her room and was playing her computer (the 15 year-old one that's pathetic) and then my brothers tracked him down and they were all loudly shouting something at each other... Apparently normal talking is beyond the four of them. Of course I still needed the computer from my Dad to do homework on (heh notice how insanely long this is? That's why -- I've already burned out 2 days ago from pushing myself to do homework and now I'm just putting if off out of simple fear) so when I told my Mom this she suggested having Dad go with Laura (especially since he still hadn't seen LotR yet.) So I went upstairs, told Laura and my Dadthis, got him off the computer, looked up movietimes and discovered the next LotR showing in Westboro was at 8. (It was about 5 minutes till 4 at the time so they'd missed the 3:50 showing) But Solomon Pond Mall had one at 4:30 so I convinced my Mom to take them all the to the mall instead of McDonald's and drop of my sis and father at the movie.

Good plan. And because my Mom was then worried about what to cook for dinner I offered to put on a pot roast to stew or whatever. -- Be proud of me you people, I cooked something besides pasta! That never happens... However, about 45 minutes or so later, they were all home again. Turns out LotR was sold out (I haven't figured out why yet) so they all came back. And rather than go back to the mall again, my Mom took the boys to McDonald's after all and my Dad and sister chose to watch the second LotR downstairs. lol... You're probably wondering I spent so much words saying something very simple but as I earlier explained, I'm putting off my Creative Writing story. Ironic, isn't it? I write a whole bunch of babble just to avoid writing something else... However as you can see from my long story of torture (hey don't blame me for it being long! I didn't make you read it... actually knowing me, I might have. I'm sorry) some good came out of this horrible day. 1) I had some lovely dreams about cartoon characters. 2)I got a haircut and $10. 3)I pried the computer away from my Dad and 4) I get to eat roast beast for dinner -- my favorite.

Speaking of my haircut though... I didn't dye my hair. I was going to but then I decided I want Leanne around when I do it. (Or am I just making excuses? I can't tell...) Also, I look like an elf. Especially since the front two clips of hair on both sides of my head a little bit shorter than the rest of my hair and in order to hide that I have to put it behind my ears. But I mostly blame the eyebrows. They look elven. I like having my hair about this short though. It's light, fluffy and looks better. I look terrible with long hair. And when it reaches shoulder length it looks like I have a lion's mane. Stupid wanna-be but not quite curly hair...

So now my Dad's going to bed and I'd better get started on my "homework" or else I'll have to go through this all over again minus the haircut. Especially since now that Eddie's here I have to sleep downstairs again. (Ugh.) On the bright side, I get to watch Inuyasha movies all night... if I get any work on my story done. Meh. I hate this class.

Note to self: I also need to go to school Monday and hand in my director's application to Mrs. Smith for the try-outs Wednesday.

Anyways yeah... I still haven't left yet. O:-) And my Dad was questioning my Duncan Sheik cd by commenting that Laura feels this would be a big change in my taste of music.... All I have to say is wtf?? Since when is Laura an expert on what kind of music I listen to and how would she know since she's never even HEARD any Duncan Sheik? She's such a moron sometimes... *eyeroll* big change my ass... I've been listening to his stuff for over a year now and in general it's very similar to the rest of the stuff I listen to... except for broadway soundtracks that is. But he actually writes music for movie soundtracks so HA. Freak... In fact it's so similar that Randall criticized me for not changing my music repetoire enough. And I care why? I like my music. Hence why it's MY music. Freaks... Randall should stop trying to change me, I mean, why should even care at this point? Whatever.

And yes, I'm making big deal out of this only so that I don't have to start my story which just shows I'm desperate and I really need to leave and ATTEMPT something for it... Leaving now.... now. Now. Bleh Creative Writing sucks. And I like Bio better... ok now. Well eventually I'll get there.