My OperaOne-Way Trip
Tuesday, July 13, 2004 6:21:31 PM
Sorry to do this to you, but in the event that I'm at a loss of control, I have to vent on something. This seemed like the best thing because I'm really not in the mood for a video game.
Over the recent week or so, the verb "moving" has been brought up. The adult male family unit has been helping carry equipment from various closing stores around the state. He is currently down to six. One of them is a half hour away and the other five are all located in Columbus. Since we're a good two hours away from that fun city, it would be proposterous for him to drive two hours a day, so his boss, along with my mom, suggested...moving.
4 years ago, this wouldn't have bothered me at all. At that time, I had just moved from Michigan and lost around 70-80 friends. A year before that, I moved from Columbus to Michigan, losing just a little less than that. So, 4 years ago, my discipline was built to take on loss like that. Probably a reason why I can't really get emotional at funerals and such.
4 years after four years ago, I've made so many friends and such a life here that the thought of moving and losing it all would crush my little teenage body. When the adult male family unit put down the first payment on this house, I was fuggin PROMISED that moving here was our LAST move. Understand my reasons for being pissed off now?
The whole reason we ever moved was so the adult male family unit could keep his job. That never managed. After we finished each move, he quit his job and found one with better pay, that eventually made us move again. Sure, they asked me if I wanted to move and if I said no, it was a rejected answer because I'm not the one who is making the money to support the family.
I'm 16 fuckin years old now and I'll be damned if I go down without a fight. I ain't moving again. My life is getting to where I want it to be. I have a beautiful girlfriend, more friends than one can count to and I love my school. All my friends I have earned more respect from than anyone in my family. I'm one of the most trusted people they know. I won't let them down.
Well, if you're reading, that means you're a friend. You know me well enough.
There has been many times where moving has been threatened, and I announced it to my friends. Well, it never happens if I announce it, so I announce it! Unfortunately though, this threat is the most serious one yet. My adult family units go through the same routine just before each move:
-They finish the remodelling of the house
-We start spending weekends searching for houses
-Start packing up unnecessary items
-Find a house
-Pack everything
-Leave.
We're at the first step. They NEVER finish a project unless we're moving. None of this makes sense. Why can't they remodel the goddamned house and live in their work instead of buying a shit house and having to live in a hell hole all over again? Christ, my parents don't make sense.
I have a headache. I miss Stephanie. I miss my friends. There's a wee bit of nostalgia in the mix and my head is really pounding and my stomach hurts.
I Will Not Go Without A Fight.
...c-ya...
Over the recent week or so, the verb "moving" has been brought up. The adult male family unit has been helping carry equipment from various closing stores around the state. He is currently down to six. One of them is a half hour away and the other five are all located in Columbus. Since we're a good two hours away from that fun city, it would be proposterous for him to drive two hours a day, so his boss, along with my mom, suggested...moving.
4 years ago, this wouldn't have bothered me at all. At that time, I had just moved from Michigan and lost around 70-80 friends. A year before that, I moved from Columbus to Michigan, losing just a little less than that. So, 4 years ago, my discipline was built to take on loss like that. Probably a reason why I can't really get emotional at funerals and such.
4 years after four years ago, I've made so many friends and such a life here that the thought of moving and losing it all would crush my little teenage body. When the adult male family unit put down the first payment on this house, I was fuggin PROMISED that moving here was our LAST move. Understand my reasons for being pissed off now?
The whole reason we ever moved was so the adult male family unit could keep his job. That never managed. After we finished each move, he quit his job and found one with better pay, that eventually made us move again. Sure, they asked me if I wanted to move and if I said no, it was a rejected answer because I'm not the one who is making the money to support the family.
I'm 16 fuckin years old now and I'll be damned if I go down without a fight. I ain't moving again. My life is getting to where I want it to be. I have a beautiful girlfriend, more friends than one can count to and I love my school. All my friends I have earned more respect from than anyone in my family. I'm one of the most trusted people they know. I won't let them down.
Well, if you're reading, that means you're a friend. You know me well enough.
There has been many times where moving has been threatened, and I announced it to my friends. Well, it never happens if I announce it, so I announce it! Unfortunately though, this threat is the most serious one yet. My adult family units go through the same routine just before each move:
-They finish the remodelling of the house
-We start spending weekends searching for houses
-Start packing up unnecessary items
-Find a house
-Pack everything
-Leave.
We're at the first step. They NEVER finish a project unless we're moving. None of this makes sense. Why can't they remodel the goddamned house and live in their work instead of buying a shit house and having to live in a hell hole all over again? Christ, my parents don't make sense.
I have a headache. I miss Stephanie. I miss my friends. There's a wee bit of nostalgia in the mix and my head is really pounding and my stomach hurts.
I Will Not Go Without A Fight.
...c-ya...
