If my sister’s boyfriend/baby’s father says one more thing about my unemployment, I will lash out. I am in college. I do not care that his brother has a degree and is working at Mars grocery store. I do not care about his career as the guy who puts in siren lights. I do not have a driver’s license because I do not want one. It will cost be over $300 just to do the classes, not to mention the insurance. And then he holds my sister’s trying to drive over my head like I am supposed to be jealous. No sir. She is sixteen years old and hasn’t gotten past the ninth grade. And she is pregnant. He is thirty-two. She lied about her age. He used to live in his van and now he is living in my mother’s house. He constantly voices his negative opinion about the two cats we have as if he has a say. He is always putting down our neighborhood, which is not that bad considering that we live in Baltimore. He talks about how we are paying too much in rent and how we do not need the internet. When my sister had a toothache, he mocked her and laughed when she cried over the pain. And now he is trying to get a house. A house? He can barely read. She is a little bit better, just a little. He was supposed to be gone a month ago. I think that he is unable to find somewhere to live because he can’t read the lease agreement. And who would want to give a house to a barely literate 32 year old with a pregnant 16 year old girlfriend?
My biggest issue with “Girls”, and “Friends”, and “Seinfeld” is that these people are supposed to be living in New York but they do not interact with people of color.
I need to:
-do my coursework earlier
… Rearranging room to accommodate these needs (and accommodate has two m’s as Google Chrome just told me)
Every time I get an idea for my novel, usually the same one, I become worried and stop thinking about it because of what people will think.
I have seen it at least twice, in the movie theater when it first came out and on VHS.
It is not a bad movie; I still prefer The Ten Commandments.
It’s just that when I went to see it in the theater with my school, it was the day my grandmother died. I cried at the beginning and it was the first movie I cried at. I hold on to the notion that it was when she actually died.
Then I was supposed to go with my Sunday School and see the movie that night. I didn’t go, not because my mother wouldn’t let me, I just didn’t want people acting weird around me.
While I clean the living room, I will be thinking about writing a Glee/Criminal Minds crossover focusing on Mercedes and Garcia.
1. I hate making 3D graphics.
2. I hate how people don’t show up for a class and then expect me to still help them during my free time.
3. I hate my sister’s boyfriend and how he can’t read a McDonald’s drive thru menu but can laugh at me for not having a job.
4. I hate my 16 year old sister for not going to school, lying to the 32 year old boyfriend about her age, and getting pregnant.
5. I hate my mother for putting it in their heads that I will be the one to educate and basically raise my sister’s baby because her parents can’t do it.
6. I above all hate myself for not having the courage to run away when I had the money and the chance.