Hi, I'm Ann (for anyone that will read this...I don't think anyone will besides me...but just in case I'll tell ya a little about myself). I graduated from high school last spring and am taking a gap year before I venture on to college. I have a younger sister (she drives me up a wall! but i love her) and a dog, Brady. I call him my little brother. I love him so much. My parents are divorced. My mom, has a boyfriend who lives with us. And my dad lives by himself. I just want to let everyone...or no one...know what this blog is about. I'm just gonna document my day, my struggles, my joys, my past, anything and everything I want. k? here we go...
I have really been struggling for the past week or so. On Thanksgiving I celebrated at mom's house with my aunt uncle, my sister, mom's boyfriend, and my mom. I was struggling all day long. I was first just pissed at the world because I hate the fact that I can't celebrate the holidays with both parents at the same time at the same house. Then I was mad because my sister keeps taking all of my stuff. She wears my underwear! How gross is that! I mean come on! I cried probably seven times throughout the day. But to get back to it...my mom prepared a wonderful turkey and side dishes. We had quite a serious discussion at the supper table. We talked about how tough the world is these days. I started to cry pretty hard because I think it is hard. I have so many hopes and dreams that I want to achieve and I have to come to the realization that most of them will never come true. But after the dishes were clean and our tummys stuffed, we played two rounds of 31. It was great! Then I went to dad's house. It was not fun! I get there and find out that he had to work all day because there was water damage at a facility of his and so he was pissed to begin with. Then I tell him I have to work at 9 am on Saturday and my sister pipes up and says "good thing you don't have to work at 2 am" and I said "it wouldn't bother me to work that early" and she says (not loud enough for anyone to hear) "then you'd be even crabbier than you are now" and I said "would you like to say that louder?" and dad says "'sister's name', did you say something mean?" and she says "no, I just said she'd be even crabbier than she is now." Then she left the room. I said to dad "I can't live in the same house as her"... he doesn't say anything for about 3 minutes. then I said "did you hear me?" and he replies "yep". It was a real short response. After that he was just completely pissed off and watched the Simpsons during Thanksgiving dinner. I was so mad at him.
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