Listening to: bickering
Watching: Tipsy Bartender
Playing: Age of Empires II
I wonder if there is a limit to the amount of ridiculousness there can be in the world at a time. Seriously. I get back from a two day road trip with Sam, and everything seems to fall to hell. Lets start at the beginning, shall we?
We went up north to visit some family, coincidently we have been keeping Kari and Shiva with some other family of ours up there. Now, Shiva is extremely skittish in general, and they have had a hard time keeping her in their sight. But the fact that she is now SKIN AND BONES makes me mad. I had to drag her out of her hiding place (Which wasn't as bloody hard as they keep saying it was) and they finally decided to take her to the vet today. Come to find out that she has lost so many red and white blood cells that they actually considered doing a bloody BLOOD TRANSFUSION. How hard is it to keep a cat in one room until she is comfortable enough to wander around the house, or even outside?? I mean yes, I am grateful that they were willing to take care of them, but there is a certain level of neglect that has been reached in this situation. I'm not sure whether to be pissed or not. Rephrase, I don't know whether to press charges or not. I don't want to, but if she dies... I even SPECIFICALLY gave them instructions on keeping her in a room because shes skittish, how to coax her out of hiding, etc... I'm so mad.
Then we get home. We had gotten the radiator on the car serviced before we left, so when we came to find that the car was leaking something, it didn't please me. I think the worst part about that experience, was that Sam's dad had to of been purposefully looking for some sort of flaw in the car. Why? Probably to stress us the fuck out. It was almost dark outside, the leak was UNDERNEATH the car, meaning he had to of been checking out the car purposefully. We came to find out today that the leak was caused by the people overfilling the radiator. So all that greif his parents gave us about our "reckless driving" was found to be FALSE. HA!
Oh, but it gets BETTER. My aunt and my dad are fucking TWO YEAR OLDS. A long, long time ago, right after my mom died, my dad was a chicken with his head cut off. He didn't know what to do about his bills. So my aunt decided to just mosey on in, put her name on his account, then pay his bills for him until he got his life back in order. Sounds great, right? Well, after my dad DID get his life in order, and started to pay his own bills, they never bothered to take her name off of his account. Come two, three, maybe even four years later, My dad has over 100$ STOLEN out of his bank account. How and why, you ask? Because my aunt's account is in the hole, and because they are the same bank, they decided that because her name is on HIS account, they can just use his money to pay off her stupid debt. So they need to go and get her name off before my dad gets paid next so that he can pay his bills and not starve. Now, to a normal human being, that would sound fair and easy. BUT SINCE THEY ARE FUCKING OLD AND STUBBORN AS FUCK, They will not communicate with each other. They HAVE to communicate through me. I'm getting the ass end of both sides here. I ask my dad THREE TIMES to call her today. Did he? NOPE! I asked her to call my dad to set up a way to get things taken care of. She sends me 3 really nasty texts, saying how "she needs to deal with him later" and how its not her problem to "remember when he wakes up" UH, YES IT IS BITCH. Your stupid account is gonna suck him dry, and I can't afford to pay his bills for him. She is fighting me tooth and nail for one of HER mistakes. This is gonna start world war 3 within my family, and guess who'll be caught right smack center? YUP. ESPECIALLY since I have a wedding coming up. I totally hate my life right now.
If I don't wind up in a mental hospital, I might wind up being back with a better journal. but for now,