The Next Weekend Update.

Blogs seem to be going out of style. Not too long ago, Mike T privatized his whole blog, making me think he'll stop blogging for a while. (again) Mitulski had an entry that said he was "Debating a Hiatus". A majority of my friends don't update regularly, and neither do I. I don't know if its the novelty wearing off, or if it's just that there's really nothing going on in our "so-called lives".

Now that I have that little bit out of the way, let's get on to what's been going down lately.

This weekend has been really crappy. It all started with Friday, when I got home and learned that Sam's brother was at her house today, meaning that I should leave her alone because she never sees her brother that much. So that left me with a lonely night. Not that bad, but the worst was yet to come. Saturday was by far the worst day of the weekend. Mom woke me up at 10, told me to get a quick breakfast, and to meet her outside. So, barely awake, I did what she said. She then pointed at a HUGE pile of leaves in the front yard.

"Get these leaves out of the yard, and put them into the backyard."

"You've got to kidding me."

Heh, there goes my morning. I get in, all sore from the running back and forth between the two yards and just collapse on the downstairs chair. I get online and I find out that Sam's on. As soon as I say hi, terror strikes again.

"Get your shoes on, and get your brother, we're leaving to run a few errands."

Shut the fuck up. I get up, get my shoes on, and we're driving away 2 minutes later. First, we go to Family Video because I made Mom promise to drive me there sometime this weekend. There's nothing there of interest, so I just left without getting anything. We then went to Dairy Queen. I literally begged to go through the drive thru, because something always happens when Brett, Mom, and I go sit down to eat together. Sure enough, the inevitable happens. They messed up something on Brett's food, he bitches about it, Mom says something that Brett finds offensive, and an argument ensues. But this is it. I'm fed up with it. I grab my food and say,"This is the same bullshit I put up with every day." I get in Mom's car. A scene starts, Brett says the word "fuck" in front of 3 kids, all young. Mom follows me into the car, and I calmly tell her I want to be alone. She doesn't listen, and proceeds to yell at me for saying what I said. I argue back that what Brett said was worse. That, apparently, doesn't matter.

Right after that, my Chicken Strips basket breaks, and Bleu Cheese sauce is spilled all over my clothes. I clean myself off, and on my way back, I see Brett storming out of the place and walking home. Mom pulls by and says,"Get in the car." Finally, I get home. I call that day "The Day I went to Hell and Back Again."

Later that night, Sam went into a party. 2 lonely nights in a row.

Today. Sam's still gone. Talked to her friends through AIM. Good times, about the only good thing that has happened this weekend.

That's about it. Let's end this weekend on a good note, please, God?

Oh yeah, i'd also like to welcome Melissa to LJ, even though she's had it for about a week or so, I never welcomed her through an entry.