"You need to have more patience"

Said to me by mother.

So let me catch you up.

My mom left and told me to watch my brother aka the boy make tacos because apparently his 15 year old self is too stupid to read the instructions, to ignorant to know how to ground beef, and too immature to be able to use the stove by himself.

She didn't actually say that, but you know... xD

Anyway, so I come downstairs to watch him make tacos. He starts off reading the instructions, and he starts looking for a measuring cup. Now, we have one measuring cup for the size he needed. He picks it up and then puts it back down before looking in our cabinet that we keep our water bottles in.

"...You just picked up the right measuring cup!" I said.

"No! It's not the right kind," he said.

"Well, it's a cup, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, but..." he started.

"It's the right kind then! A cup, is a cup, is a cup no matter what you're putting in it!"

"What does that mean?!" he asked.

"Just get out the cup," I sighed. "And put the stupid water in it."

So he grabs the measuring cup and measures a cup of water before staring at the box for what felt like five minutes. By this time, my little sister is in the kitchen, and she looks slightly amused by the boy cooking.

"You're supposed to ground the beef first," she chuckled before pulling up a chair next to me.

"I know that sheesh!" the boy said before pulling out a pot. You know, the kind you boil water in.

"...What the heck is that for?!" I asked.

"Grounding the beef," he said.

My sister rolls her eyes. "No, no! You ground beef in a pan!"

"Right," he said, obviously getting annoyed with us. Well, us or himself. I couldn't really tell. He just started to get annoyed. He pulls out the pan and proceeds to open up the package of ground beef.

He takes forever.

But finally he gets it open.

He carries the pan over to the sink, where the meat had been defrosting, and starts grabbing handfuls of ground beef and throwing it on to the pan.

"....Just pick up the package and turn it over!" I said, turning my music down and slowly shaking my head.

"Why?!" he asked.

"Just do it! And make sure you take the plastic off the bottom!" I said.

He did exactly what I told him to do and began to awkwardly ground the beef with the spatula. He finished after about fifteen minutes, and he poured the beef into the collander after I told him to do so. Then he rinsed the meat. I told him to leave it for a few minutes, and he left the room. I'm guessing he went to look out the window, because when he came back he said, "Where'd mama go?"

"She went out," I said for the fifth time that day. "She'll be back later."

"But only one car is gone," he said.

"....Didn't I tell you she went out!?" I asked.

"Yes... but her car is in the shop! I just want to know what car she took!" he said.

"It doesn't matter what car she took! I didn't ask her, so how should I know?! She'll be back later!" I said. "Now pour the meat back into the pan."

Just then my mom walked into the house. "I don't smell any food," she said jokingly. She walked over to the dinner table and began looking through the mail.

"Put the taco sauce in the meat," my little sister said.

The boy grabbed the taco sauce and began to open it, but then my sister realized something. "WAIT!" we both yelled at the same time. "THAT'S THE WRONG SAUCE!!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" he yelled back.

"Put this one in there!" I said as I handed him the taco seasoning.

"And it's on the box," my little sister said afterwards.

"Why are you yelling at me when it's not my fault?!" he asked as he stared at us, letting the meat sit on the stove... which was on.

"Just put the seasoning in there!" I said.

My mom looked at me. "You need to have more patience."

"My patience ran out twenty minutes ago," I mumbled. But what I really wanted to say was it ran out two weeks ago--one week after he showed up.

He doesn't knock. He doesn't clean. He leaves messes. He's nosey. He asks too many questions. He's immature. He doesn't ask his age.

And he follows us around like a lost puppy on a leash.

Yeah, I've been annoyed with him for awhile.

I've lost all of my patience.

And I don't even want to go out with my friends at the moment because I know my mom will make me bring him along.

There's no break for me.

If I ask to stay at my grandparent's, he'll follow.

If I shut my door, he'll open it.

The only place that's safe is the bathroom, and I'm sure he'd just pick the lock.

It's going to be a long summer break. He'll be gone by August.

By then my summer will be.... wasted.

No cameras, please.

I haven't talked to Dog still. =]
She IMed me last night, but I only signed on to check my mail.

My other friend, let's call her Angel, wasn't on, so I had no reason to stay on AIM.

I also finished Night World books 4-6, and now I feel like I need to hurry up and by Volume 3 which contains the next three books in the series. =D

I have a lot of books to read this summer.

The boy will be gone in about a month.
Can't say I'm not counting down the days.

I wish I had my room back.
I wish I could hang out with my friends without him tagging along.

My sister didn't get her licenses today. She missed two freaking stop signs. One really wasn't a sign at all. Regardless, she will try again next week, and I know she'll get it. I really should start driving more, but I don't know.... =/

First Entry. =]

so, here is my first entry.
this part is easy. =D
it's maintaining the blog that's hard, but i think i'm up to it...
besides, i have a lot to rant and right about.
starting with..........

o dog

but of course, that's not her name.
for my purposes we'll call her by another name.
something shorter...
simpler...
easier to remember.

we'll call her dog

i've never met her in person, but to be perfectly honest, she looks like a dog.
maybe a toad.

she tries to look like marilyn monroe or whatever.
she wears her dark, curly hair in the same style as the blonde actress.
she even wears bright red lipstick.
oh, but here's the funny part... she's got a mole on her cheek too.
i'm sorry... it's a beauty mark for her. =D

Lol.

get a life, is all i can say.
i mean, really.

it's not the fact that she adores ms. monroe.
in fact, i think that's... well, cool. =]

what i don't like is how she writes.

her inspiration comes solely from her music.
there's nothing wrong with that, but it's wrong when you can only write about things that you hear in music, and you try to make your writing mirror the music.

can you say "copyright infringement"?

don't get me wrong. she's a great writer.
but if a song says "and the bees came along..."
then some bees will come along while she writes.

i dunno why she does that. she's an amazing writer.
and i tell her that, and i've even tried making her write without music.
but it's like they say...

you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink it.

she's also a bit of a lost puppy.
(i guess her nickname does fit her. =])

but anyway, she clings. a lot.
when i first met her it didn't bother me.
she complained about how her other friends were slow posters and blahblahblah.

and she'd tell me about the other roleplays she had going on.
so i told her about my other roleplay.

she gets jealous.

we have "special moments" every one hundred posts.
we have planned things for our characters nearly every day.

she begins to think that i like her better than her...

and at that moment, i did.

i avoided talking to her.
she got grumpier.
when we did rp, her characters annoyed me.
she always wanted to start over.
her plots only included her characters.

her characters were so dynamic, it was hard to rp with them.
she knew exactly what she wanted to happen.

our first roleplay died.

we made a second one.

she used the same characters as always.

the same plots.

i got bored.

avoided her even more than usual.

stopped IMing her. told her i was playing the sims. she told me she hated the sims and all of her friends that played it. i said nothing.

flat out ignored her.

at this point i was sick of her complaints.
i was sick of her jealousy.

and i was sick of her greetings.

dog: heyz
dog: -rolls all over you-
dog: punch it in the face

etc, etc, etc, etc.

it all annoyed me. everything about her annoyed me. so i deleted her off my buddy list.

she IMed me the next day.

isn't that a b****?

asked what my status message meant.

status message: HAPPY 400!!!!

it was one of me and my other friend's celebration.

she got jealous. said that our one year anniversary was the next week.
"we should come up with something," she said.

ready to get her off my back...
too nice for my own good.

i agreed. promised to think of some stuff at school.
went invisible.

she imed me everyday.
and on our one year anniversary...
istayedinvisible.

now, i know i sound mean.
but come on. the idea/celebration thing she sent me was her same old ish.

her character.
his past.
him finding out something about it
my character= bystander.

no fun for me.

you think she'd understand that i'd given up on our roleplay.

i signed on the next day.
she questioned me about where i was.

"i couldn't get on, sorry. im going to play the sim's now..."

by now, i was using the sims to annoy her.

am i such a bad person? why couldn't i just tell her it was over? did i not want to hurt her? i already believed she was on depression meds. prozac. other things. she had so many problems...

it was obvious in her complaints.
it was obvious in her greetings.
dog: playyy with me...
dog: ashleeeeeeeeeeeeeee
dog: -rolls all over you-

but i continued to ignore her, and eventually she gave up.

she got mad at me that summer.

imed me.

dog: you've been avoiding me.
me: ....
dog: i'm deleting you off my buddy list.
me: go ahead. i don't care.
dog: i considered you one of my best friends. i don't know why you hate me.

could i do this? could i really tell her that she annoyed the crap out of me? that her characters, her greetings, the way she talked... could i tell her?

the answer: no.

we made up.
started a new roleplay.
it lasted a week before she began annoying me again.
i avoided her.

always too submissive. too afraid to take action.
maybe i annoyed her.

we stopped talking, and i stopped iming her.
she stopped iming me.

i dont know how long our silence lasted.

i dont remember if there was another roleplay in between.

and yes, i do say in between. i will bring that up....

we began talking again. simply because she decided to contact me.

i was nice, cordial. she asked me what i was doing.
me: roleplaying.
dog: we should start up a roleplay
me: i guess.

and we did.
and she's still her same old self. just twice as annoying.
her greetings consist of:

dog: moonwalks on you
dog: oh noesss

and she's obsessed with WoW.

she complains about life.
how she'll never go to college.
how her SAT scores were really low.

she compalins about WoW.
she complains.
she complains.
she complains.

and sometimes she simply whines.

it's been... three days since we roleplayed.

and for some reason i doubt i'll be able to tell her that i don't want to.