I Have Nothing To Complain About...Almost...

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all came down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

I love that song at the moment. Well, I've always loved it, but suddenly it just seems so much better. Dunno why. That's my favourite bit, I love those lyrics.

Um so anyway today I finally - FINALLY - got my iCard. Like an EFTPOS card, but it can be used online. So I can buy stuffs. First thing I did was order me a copy of Sufer Rosa, which (to my delight), came with the Come On Pilgrim EP. And it was 55% off - only $19.97. Awesomeness! Plus it was on 24-hour shipping. Yay!! So that made my day. Plus my English teacher told me that I should definately send my 1.5 essay in for a reconsideration. Her exact words were 'complain like hell'. I can do that :D

Huh. Reading other people's blogs make me feel so lucky. Like, my life is so cruisy, I really don't have anything to complain about, and some people have gone through some tough cuss and they complain less than I do. Thank God I don't have a hard time of it, because I'm pathetically weak. I'd probably shrivel up and die if everything suddenly turned to cuss. I mean, okay, sometimes it's hard with Aaron and Joel and their ASD but it really isn't that bad. Ugh, the one thing that does really piss me off (although that's not exctly the best way to describe it; I can't put my finger on the right phrase at the mo) is when Mum drinks heaps at night. And her smoking. On a typical night when Dad's working, at about 7.30pm one of Mum's friends from Auckland will ring up, and from then on here's the pattern: She pours a glass of wine, goes outside, has a smoke, comes inside, pours another glass, goes outside, has a smoke...etc, etc. And that goes on until about 11pm when she goes (loudly) to bed. Seriously, stumbling around, waking Joel up. And poor Joel, every night when either me or Dad go down to say goodnight to him, he says 'Tell Mum to come down!' and we do, except she's on the phone, drinking and smoking. So she doesn't come down, or if she does, it's between phone calls and she's all slurred. Sometimes she doesn't make it to bed. Sometimes I wake up at like 3am and I can hear the TV; I go downstairs and she's asleep on the couch, half-empty glass of wine on the cabinet shelf, TV still on. Drives me near goddamn insane. Worst thing is when I say I need something, more facewipes or a new book for school or something, and she goes on about how we can't afford it and we have to only buy neccessities, when how much does she spend on booze and fags a week?? That's just so irritating. It really does make me angry.

Well look at that. I complained.

That's all, really. Nothing else to say... Oh! But I wanna steal something from Rose, and Alex. So I know who reads this here bloggie...what would you call your autobiography?? COMMENT!! I command you.

Just do it. xD

Today's Quote: "All excess is ill, but drunkenness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men. It reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and bad." -William Penn