I am probably the biggest wussy I've ever met. (Piercings and tattoos don't count because the pain goes away) Saturday night I was at my sister's house for her birthday party, but today is her birthday but since it's a weekday no alcohol, so it was me, Mandy &Branden, Joe & Tia, Tia's brother Trenton, and Trenton's friend Shane. We were having a good time playing Scene It but we all got board so then we started playing Battle of the sexes girls vs. guys and that's when Mandy decided to make it a drinking game. That's fine I had cans of Mountain Dew and Mandy said that was alright. So the rules were that if we missed a question we had to do a shot of our drink and vice versa for the guys. Well my sister made Jell-O shots and for those who don't know Jell-O shots are Jell-O that have any type of liquor or alcohol that you want in them...their choice was Vodka. So Tia did one, so did Trenton, Mandy, Branden, and Shane. And that's pretty much where it all started going downhill. After Battle of the sexes, by this time Shane had done at least 20 Jell-O shots and had about 2 or 3 beers, we started playing Rock Band 2. (I only had half a shot of Smirnoff Cranberry Vodka, Which you never EVER want to drink it tastes like all cough medicine got poured into a bottle, and a sip of a grape flavored tasting wine.) So I was pretty much the most and only sober person there. Well Mandy headed off to bed, as did Trenton, Shane was beginning to pass out at the table and Joe, Tia, and myself were watching T.v. Branden came in and told me that if we had any problems with Shane to come wake him up and about that time Shane had gotten up from the table started walking to the bathroom but didn't make and threw up all over Branden kitchen floor.

I am highly disturbed and a little freaked by this because when he was throwing up it sounded bad and I mean really bad. Have you ever taken a bucket of water and then just dumped it on a surface? You know that splashing sound it makes when it hits? Yeah it was exactly like that. I, thankfully, didn't see him get sick, if I would have I too would've been riding on the chuck Wagon, but I heard it and decided to go outside for some fresh air. Me and Tia started talking and I told her that I wanted to go home and then Joe came out to smoke and then Branden popped out to see if I was ok.

The whole incident happened about midnight and it took me until 1am to convince them to let me drive home. They knew I was sober but the roads were wet and it had snowed in the hours previous making them a bit slippery. So I convinced them and I left everything I took over there, with the exception of my wallet and keys. As soon as I pulled up here at home I called Joe immediately to let him know I was home, safe and sound, and he again apologized to me for Shane and his behaviour.

I walked in the door, came into the living room and sat down on the couch and told Toby what had happened. Shortly after he got up from the couch and away from me. I had to go shower because to him I smelled like Alcohol, Vomit, Sweat, and Smoke. I showered and laid down for a while trying to sleep. I did manage to get to sleep but it was a horrible night of sleep. Every time I would fall back asleep I could hear him throwing up in my mind and it would wake me again. So at 7am I said screw it, got a hot bath, to warm up with and relax, and headed downstairs. I managed to stay awake until 5pm before I fell asleep on the couch and I awoke a 8pm. Needless to say I didn't go to school yesterday and I don't plan on it today. I just don't feel good and plus school is becoming more of a chore than anything else. I don't know what I'm going to do because if I fail out this semester then I get kicked out of Kent Tusc and my choices are online classes or find a different college. Though Malone College has a really cool Veterinarian program that will allow you to pick an animal and work with them, my cousin wants to work with penguins, which would be cool.

Not too mention my horrors have been realized....my brother Clark, his wife, and their three kids are moving in this weekend. Yeah so now college is even more of a chore with 3 kids running around screaming, destroying my house, and causing uncontrollable mayhem. Not too mention their mother doesn't do a fucking thing to help. They have lived with us before but only when they had the oldest kid and she didn't lift a fucking finger to help clean, do dishes, or help with their laundry. I on the other hand am putting my foot down: They are going to be using our cookware and utensils someone, other than me, is going to be doing the dishes, Also I can barely keep up laundry with 3 people let alone 8 Crystal will be doing her laundry, my brother's laundry, and their children's laundry. Not too mention I can't keep this house clean by myself I need the help around here and frankly I know she won't help me at all. Oh and this is the kicker they think that they are bringing the drum set that some batshit old lady gave to their 2 YEAR OLD SON!!! Fuck that noise! He can learn to color and be quiet. I might not like school and I might not finish off this semester but where they plan on staying is right above MY bedroom. Again I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO! Over my extremely dead body! I will not have them ruining this house! Dad wants me to have it, eventually, and I don't want to have to put more money into it just to fix their psycho kids' messes. If their kids destroy something they are fucking paying for it, My brother is no longer allowed to drink, and the kids must be contained to a 6 x 6 box which is soundproof and any other proof tat won't let them escape or anything else.


On a side note I'm going to be trying to make a crochet cupcake so I'll be posting pictures of it when I have it done.