When we pulled up to the restaurant last night, Kim, my half sister goes "Oh this place looks cool." Sammy, my step sister, goes, "I could get my dick wet here."
Then, my step brother ordered a mojito, and it came with a rock candy stick. Kim told me to steal it from his drink because he wasn’t looking. So I did and gave it to her. Sammy went “ADAM THEY STOLE YOUR ROCK CANDY!” and he was like “Aw man, I wanted that!” (Don’t worry, his lovely girlfriend went up to the bar and requested a replacement and got him two.) Kim then goes “Ohh this tastes like rum” when she tried the candy, and Sammy goes “Are you sure it doesn’t taste like decite?”
And then finally, Kim, very drunk, asks me “What’s dubstep?” I said it’s hard to describe, but it’s played at a lot of raves and people like to roll to it. And then Sammy, who was also very drunk, goes “Oh my god Kaitlin, are you rolling right now?” Kim then says “OH MY GOD, SHE’S TOTALLY ROLLING RIGHT NOW.”
Last night after I posted that thing about being uncomfortable,
my sister (half, not step) comes sweeping over and drags me to the bar and says “Come with us, I don’t want you to sit there bored.” So we sit and things turn on to the topic of my dad and she told me that at my age, I shouldn’t tell my father everything. Not because of anything bad on my part, but because his personality allows him to manipulate everything and anything into himself being a victim. Whether it’s of money, or feeling like “nobody loves me.” He’s basically a gigantic child, and Kim sees how what he says and does, gets me upset. She said that the only reason he found out that she and her boyfriend had moved in together, was because of her change of address.
She had her eye opening moment about my dad, when she was told that she couldn’t walk at graduation for some reason. She was devastated, and this was supposed to be her time you know? And what did dad do? “I bought these tickets, I told people you were going to walk, this is so embarrassing for ME.”
She said she washed her hands of him and what he thought after that. And I completely agree with her.
but I don’t think it’s right that this “Pottermore” thing is being so damn selective. Like, it’s 11:23 and their “registration for day one” is closed. Lol, I don’t wanna do it, but I was just exploring it and it said it’s only going to be available for a certain amount of time. So wait, people who don’t have the time now or until it’s over, can never be apart of it?
and I love my family and all, but I feel a little uncomfortable and sort of left out. I’m not being referred to as a sister because I’m not at the bar with mine. They went off without me and eh, I could be talking to people but I don’t know anyone and my brothers chatting with his gf.
The waxing hurt SO BAD. Oh my god, and talk about awkward. The lady tried to make me more relaxed but I was not havin’ it.
Then I went to DSW to see if I could find flats for when my heels kill my feet next Saturday. I went in search for these really cute pair of flats by Croc. (Yes, Crocs. Click here to see.) They didn’t have them, so when we were walking back downstairs, the lady asked if I had found them, and I said “no, we didn’t. Sucks.” and my friend behind me went “Oh my god, stop bitching about your shoes.” The lady asked me! What was I supposed to do? I even said that out loud, in front of the woman because I just so sick of her attitude. She complained I walked too fast around the store. I’m sorry but I’m not here to browse, I knew what I was coming in for.
Then I was called a “retard” and told I needed to “grow up” by my friend. I don’t like driving places I’m unsure about, like a lot of other drivers. I’ll do it, but it’s not something I love doing. And basically I forgot how to get back on route four, and she literately said “You’re such a retard.” and it wasn’t in a playful way either.. it came out sounding filled malice, like she was actually getting annoyed with me.
Then we started talking about the waxing, and she told me I have to “grow up” and that it wasn’t that bad. When you insult me twice in the matter of 10 minutes..there’s something fucked up about that.
Anyways, I’m off to my sisters engagement dinner. See ya.
I need to tell you all about my trip into the city.
First off, I drove. Which is something that I rarely do, ever, but we were running late and taking a bus in this heat, well, did not sound like something I wanted to do. But on top of being kind of late, it started to torrential downpour so bad that I couldn’t see the skyline when I was crossing the bridge.
Essy told me that it would be easier to just drive to the theater, rather than parking by my uncles apartment and taking the subway, and since we had literately 30 minutes to get there, I didn’t argue with her. I was nervous, and she kept telling me to get over it and that the city is a grid and that it’s not hard. I tried not to take it to heart, and let it go.
We get to the area, and of course the rain is just pelting down at this point. I tried to get into this one spot (keep in mind, I’m parallel parking, and my driving instructor basically talked me through it in the exam, and I haven’t had to use it again since.) but I couldn’t see anything behind me, and Essy was trying to help but it was more frustrating than anything. And of course this dude was standing under an awning, watching me reverse and try to squeeze into this spot and seeing how badly I was doing it.
I give up, and then try to get into another similar spot, with a group of men watching me do it. I finally gave up and left it parked with a good amount a space from the curb, but I didn’t give a shit at that point. I was so embarrassed. So mortified that I almost flipped the people off who were watching.