Post by HAY SPENCER ! on Nov 3, 2009 11:17:58 GMT -5
Okay. So. I'm going to be ranting about like a million things at once, so try to keep up. I'll use actual names if I use them, because I have no fear. :'D Oh, um, there'll probably be a lot of cursing and caps lock and a bunch of other shit so beware. o=
First off, school. I started off my Sophomore year pretty suckily. One B, 2 C's, 1 D, and 2 F's. Awesome, I know. But I can't help it, because I have no time at home. And by home, I mean at my mom's house. For those of you who don't know, I live at my mom's, and at my friend Conner's by switching off otherwise my head will explode. So, basically, my mom is just a bitch and won't let me do anything unless she approves it first. I'm practically the male rendition of Cinderella. It doesn't really matter what it is, it's of the most vital importance before I do what I want to do. Therefore, homework isn't started on until around one in the morning.
Now, let's pretend that my mom has decided to go out and drink with some friends. She does this pretty often, actually. Well, my step-dad is a fat bastard that prefers to sit in his den and play on the PS3 than take care of his child. Let me briefly state my mom had myself and Caitlyn by my dad, and Clara by my step-dad, so you aren't confused. While my mom is away, it's up to me to ensure that Caitlyn does her homework, cooks dinner, and does the dishes afterword. And I'm pretty happy about that, because I need some help around the house. But I'm stuck taking care of a seven month old baby, just because my step-dad doesn't want to do it. Thank you, asshole.
Then, at school, I'm always in some kind of office. Principal's, Assistant Principal's, Guidance.. whatever, doesn't matter, I'm there like every fucking day of the week. And I can't tell them why my grades suck, because there's a damn good chance we'll get taken away. Again. I'm safe - my dad signed papers stating that if something happened, I was to live with Conner. Oh, my dad sounds like the coolest guy ever right? No. He's a bastard too, but I can explain that later. Caitlyn will probably get stuck at home with our dad, which would just royally suck ass, and Clara would either be forced to live with my step-dad alone, or she'll get shipped off to Children Services. I want my sisters with me most of the time, so that would pretty much not work out.
Oh, another thing. I'm sick all the time. But will my mom take me to the doctor? No. Hell, I'm sick right now and she said that it's just allergies, and I'll be fine in a few days. No worries. Um, allergies doesn't make you puke your guts out every few hours. So here I am, sick nearly 24/7, while my mom is off buying new iPods and cars and a bunch of crap she can't afford, while her son could be dying.
Oh, dying. lol. I went to the hospital a few weeks ago. By ambulance. Into the ER. Because I went into cardiac arrest. Yup. Well, my mom ordered the doctors not to say anything to me. Because, holy shit, the kid involved surely doesn't need to know what's fucked up in his body. Nooo that wouldn't make any sense at all! Luckily, I have a spy in the family. My sister, Caitlyn. She listened in on the docs and mom, and pretty much said that there was a good chance I wouldn't survive for a month. She also said that she isn't quite sure that's what they said, so if you're thinking OMG WHUT SPENCER IS DYING?!?!?! .. I may not be. It's pretty 50/50. We'll know when I die, I guess. xD
Um. That's enough for right now because my head hurts and I'm just getting pissed writing about this. =D[/font]
First off, school. I started off my Sophomore year pretty suckily. One B, 2 C's, 1 D, and 2 F's. Awesome, I know. But I can't help it, because I have no time at home. And by home, I mean at my mom's house. For those of you who don't know, I live at my mom's, and at my friend Conner's by switching off otherwise my head will explode. So, basically, my mom is just a bitch and won't let me do anything unless she approves it first. I'm practically the male rendition of Cinderella. It doesn't really matter what it is, it's of the most vital importance before I do what I want to do. Therefore, homework isn't started on until around one in the morning.
Now, let's pretend that my mom has decided to go out and drink with some friends. She does this pretty often, actually. Well, my step-dad is a fat bastard that prefers to sit in his den and play on the PS3 than take care of his child. Let me briefly state my mom had myself and Caitlyn by my dad, and Clara by my step-dad, so you aren't confused. While my mom is away, it's up to me to ensure that Caitlyn does her homework, cooks dinner, and does the dishes afterword. And I'm pretty happy about that, because I need some help around the house. But I'm stuck taking care of a seven month old baby, just because my step-dad doesn't want to do it. Thank you, asshole.
Then, at school, I'm always in some kind of office. Principal's, Assistant Principal's, Guidance.. whatever, doesn't matter, I'm there like every fucking day of the week. And I can't tell them why my grades suck, because there's a damn good chance we'll get taken away. Again. I'm safe - my dad signed papers stating that if something happened, I was to live with Conner. Oh, my dad sounds like the coolest guy ever right? No. He's a bastard too, but I can explain that later. Caitlyn will probably get stuck at home with our dad, which would just royally suck ass, and Clara would either be forced to live with my step-dad alone, or she'll get shipped off to Children Services. I want my sisters with me most of the time, so that would pretty much not work out.
Oh, another thing. I'm sick all the time. But will my mom take me to the doctor? No. Hell, I'm sick right now and she said that it's just allergies, and I'll be fine in a few days. No worries. Um, allergies doesn't make you puke your guts out every few hours. So here I am, sick nearly 24/7, while my mom is off buying new iPods and cars and a bunch of crap she can't afford, while her son could be dying.
Oh, dying. lol. I went to the hospital a few weeks ago. By ambulance. Into the ER. Because I went into cardiac arrest. Yup. Well, my mom ordered the doctors not to say anything to me. Because, holy shit, the kid involved surely doesn't need to know what's fucked up in his body. Nooo that wouldn't make any sense at all! Luckily, I have a spy in the family. My sister, Caitlyn. She listened in on the docs and mom, and pretty much said that there was a good chance I wouldn't survive for a month. She also said that she isn't quite sure that's what they said, so if you're thinking OMG WHUT SPENCER IS DYING?!?!?! .. I may not be. It's pretty 50/50. We'll know when I die, I guess. xD
Um. That's enough for right now because my head hurts and I'm just getting pissed writing about this. =D[/font]
