This is so fucking stupid.

I was supposed to pick my brother up this morning, drop him off at his grandma's for the night, go to Morgan's Werewolf roleplay for a few hours, then drive to Mom's boyfriend's house. Well, my car's battery is dead, which means I had to call the grandma, give directions to the uncle, get dad to drop off my brother's stuff, and then call mom. Mom said that if I wanted to go to roleplay I'd have to get a ride to and from roleplay, then have dad jump my car and I drive there, or Dad can jump my car now and when I go back. But no, Dad refuses, and Mom says she'll just go and pick me up now. And dad hangs up the phone before I can talk to Mom.

Does anything think that maybe Mom could pick me up AFTER roleplay? Nooooooooooo. Because who cares that the roleplay was the only thing Sarah had planned for the weekend and was the only thing she was really looking forward to? Not my parents.

Thanks a lot.

That's better...

Okay, so my car is charged and ready to drive. And I'm at Mark's, and I didn't die without the roleplay, so I'm goodlyishness. Now I just have to get something straight and I'll submit my char for the Underworld RP I joined. Woohoo. *sleeps*

I am so clueless.

I have this urge to update. I have nothing to update about. I am tired and should probably go to bed, as I have a headache and need to leave at 10:00 am so I can get home at 11 and get my stuff from Dad, then pick up the brother at noon from the grandma's. But I also want to update and surf the web, and I want to call Nick in a few minutes. So that'll have to wait.

Wanna know some reasons why we don't get along?

1. A few years ago, my mom took a photograph of a lighthouse that I'd taken, blew it up, and had it framed, and was going to give it as a birthday gift to Cheryl, Robbie's aunt. Only for some reason Cheryl said that she wouldn't accept gifts from either me or Mom, and Mom ended up getting so mad that she broke the frame and ruined the picture. A pity, since Mom really loves lighthouses.

2. A couple years ago, Rob went trick-or-treating by himself. He was given a set time and place to meet Mom and Mark. He was worried he wasn't going to make it, and that they would be mad at him... so he tried to hitchhike. Got someone to pull over, too, but he finally used common sense and just walked to the place where he was supposed to meet them. Grandma finds out about this. Grandma calls Child Services, because apparently it's Mom's fault that my brother doesn't use his goddamn brain. Grandma's also done this the first time we left Robbie home alone, and he fell asleep, then woke up and got scared because there was nobody there.

3. Blatant favoritism. For holidays and birthday, Rob gets more presents, and they're always fun. Me, I get jewelry (which I must admit is nice) and old lady sweaters.

I'm starting to not hate my ex-stepdad, and I don't mind seeing him or talking to him once in a while, but the grandma I'd rather just not have anything to do with.

Quick, what do we use to combat LJ addiction?!

I can't stop posting, damnit. Here's a funny convo I had a little while ago...

[22:24] Kitty Spawnie: I... hate sports
[22:25] Davey Rootbeer: how about the united Sex championships?
[22:25] Davey Rootbeer: which takes place scenic My Bed
[22:25] Davey Rootbeer: this week, it's the Me's against the Yous
[22:25] Kitty Spawnie: XD
[22:25] Davey Rootbeer: One thing is for sure, no one's gonna walk away unhappy with the result
[22:25] Kitty Spawnie: hehehe
[22:25] Kitty Spawnie: You're on
[22:25] Davey Rootbeer: We all win.