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Jun. 1st, 2006 01:54 pmYou know, it warms the cockles of my heart to see my sister in a mood. No, it really does. She just came home, stomped through the door, and yelled "WHAT EXACTLY IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
I coughed pathetically. "Dunno. Just ill. Long year?"
"THAT'S OKAY, I'LL DO THE WASHING UP AND THE DRYING UP BECAUSE YOU'RE SO FUCKING ILL WITH A COLD!"
I stared blearily. "I was about to do it, act-"
"NO! IT'S FINE! I'LL DO IT ALL!"
"Um, but, I've been doing it the last few days, and-"
"NO! I'LL DO IT ALL, BITCH!"
This is an exact transcription of it.
Mmm. It's nice to be proved entirely right. Sometimes I think that maybe I'm being paranoid and I really do start all the arguments, but you know what? I really don't. Well, except for that time when she was complaining about my cooking, but to be fair, she was bitching about the meal I'd just made her, so, you know, technically I didn't start that either.
Oh well. Tomorrow I am justifiably out of the house - admittingly working in a job that will be hard work but at least it won't be boring - and then it is the weekend and then another day of work and then I AM OUT OF HERE FOR TWO WEEKS. (Well, I'm back for three days in the middle, but, you know, still.)
Now I'm waiting for her to leave the kitchen so I am experiment -
Ah, no, she just walked in again. I asked, in a reasonable tone, how was her day?
"I LOST A FIVER AND NOW I CAN'T GO THE COMRADES!"
"Erm, what?"
"AND I'LL GET SHOUTED OUT! AND I LOST ALL THE MONEY I HAVE!"
"Megan, calm down. Why are you angry all the time?"
"I JUST AM! BECAUSE SOMEONE STOLE MY FIVER!"
"You just said you lost it..."
"IT'S ALL THE MONEY I HAVE!"
She started going an alarming red colour then, so stopped talking, because when she goes that colour, well, she's a wirey little thing who can hit hard and shout loud, and I wince at loud noises right now and all of my skin hurts. The banging of the doors that she's doing is hurting quite a lot.
She really is quite scary, for a fifteen year old. And given that she has yet to start revising for her GCSEs, which start on Monday.
Gosh, it's lovely being the good daughter. Except I'm sort of not, because my Mum appears to dislike my presence as it interrupts the life she has going, but there we are. In my head, I am justified.
*nods*
I think I am going to go and experiment with food again. Toast was a success. Although she is still thumping around the kitchen. What did the microwave ever do to her?
~Hathy_Col~
I coughed pathetically. "Dunno. Just ill. Long year?"
"THAT'S OKAY, I'LL DO THE WASHING UP AND THE DRYING UP BECAUSE YOU'RE SO FUCKING ILL WITH A COLD!"
I stared blearily. "I was about to do it, act-"
"NO! IT'S FINE! I'LL DO IT ALL!"
"Um, but, I've been doing it the last few days, and-"
"NO! I'LL DO IT ALL, BITCH!"
This is an exact transcription of it.
Mmm. It's nice to be proved entirely right. Sometimes I think that maybe I'm being paranoid and I really do start all the arguments, but you know what? I really don't. Well, except for that time when she was complaining about my cooking, but to be fair, she was bitching about the meal I'd just made her, so, you know, technically I didn't start that either.
Oh well. Tomorrow I am justifiably out of the house - admittingly working in a job that will be hard work but at least it won't be boring - and then it is the weekend and then another day of work and then I AM OUT OF HERE FOR TWO WEEKS. (Well, I'm back for three days in the middle, but, you know, still.)
Now I'm waiting for her to leave the kitchen so I am experiment -
Ah, no, she just walked in again. I asked, in a reasonable tone, how was her day?
"I LOST A FIVER AND NOW I CAN'T GO THE COMRADES!"
"Erm, what?"
"AND I'LL GET SHOUTED OUT! AND I LOST ALL THE MONEY I HAVE!"
"Megan, calm down. Why are you angry all the time?"
"I JUST AM! BECAUSE SOMEONE STOLE MY FIVER!"
"You just said you lost it..."
"IT'S ALL THE MONEY I HAVE!"
She started going an alarming red colour then, so stopped talking, because when she goes that colour, well, she's a wirey little thing who can hit hard and shout loud, and I wince at loud noises right now and all of my skin hurts. The banging of the doors that she's doing is hurting quite a lot.
She really is quite scary, for a fifteen year old. And given that she has yet to start revising for her GCSEs, which start on Monday.
Gosh, it's lovely being the good daughter. Except I'm sort of not, because my Mum appears to dislike my presence as it interrupts the life she has going, but there we are. In my head, I am justified.
*nods*
I think I am going to go and experiment with food again. Toast was a success. Although she is still thumping around the kitchen. What did the microwave ever do to her?
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:23 pm (UTC)I thank whatever is responcable for the fact I have no siblings.
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 03:10 pm (UTC)I haven't heard anyone say "listening to the tv" since high school
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Date: 2006-06-01 04:19 pm (UTC)... right.
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Date: 2006-06-01 03:32 pm (UTC)Hope you feel better soon.
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Date: 2006-06-01 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-01 04:31 pm (UTC)She's on about doing maths at A-Level - I think we can blame you for that one. There is a vague hope that A-Levels might actually force her into having a wee bit of responsibility and that sort of thing... seriously, though, she's not done any revision in the whole week I've been home. So she might not even get into the colleges she wants for A-Level. Le sigh.
Plus, you know, she's just a pain, at the end of the day. She was like this when she was a toddler, if memory serves.
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Date: 2006-06-01 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 06:23 pm (UTC)SHE MUST BE STOPPED!
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Date: 2006-06-03 10:56 am (UTC)x
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Date: 2006-06-04 11:30 am (UTC)xx