- mom: are you okay? why the heck are you so depressed
- me: i'm not DEPRESSE--
- mom: oh okay *leaves room*
- my mom's logic: if i don't remember it, it didn't happen
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH II: Return of the AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
- My mom: Interesting; Americans are now allowed to visit Cuba.
- My brother: ooh where's cuba?
- My brother: is that like in the middle east or something?
- My brother: like north korea??
holy shit my brother is so fucking arrogant
- me: holy crap i think someone left this carton of milk out all night
- my mom: ugh yeah that's so annoying
- my mom: *puts carton back in fridge*
- me: gets home from school
- me: okay, today, i actually need to get work done
- phone: *ring ring*
- parents: oh yeah btw you have to go shovel the driveway
- parents: now
I’ve never been so grateful for my parents than I was/am today. I generally think of myself as pretty independent from my parents (besides financially lol), but I’m kind of glad I got into this car accident because otherwise I don’t really think I would realize how much I actually need my parents…
you have no idea how depressed this makes me…
holy f***ing crap…
first, my brother wanted a *$150* dollar set of earbuds (which i’ve tested myself, and found to have relatively mediocre sound-quality, but a deafening bass)
NOW he wants a fucking $30 pair of socks. FUCKING SOCKS. it cost like $12 to get SIX pairs of his normal socks! and you know what his argument was? “They look really COOL!” and when i pointed out that that’s a stupid reason to overpay, he claimed they were “high-quality,” which is a phrase he likes to pull out of his ass every time he wants something expensive. he said “it says so on the website!” like seriously, i’m STILL waiting for a SINGLE legitimate point to come from him.
and when i began questioning his arguments, he started yelling that it said so on the site that wanted his to buy them, and started saying to my parents “CAN I PUNCH HIM?? BECAUSE HE JUST *WANTS* TO BE PUNCHED”
that stupid sack of trash is a SPOILED little bi***.
aaaand of course, my parents have decided that they’re going to take away every single electronic device i own every night, after they get home. don’t expect to be able to contact me then, because i simply won’t have the means of getting online.
The Apple Logo
my brother asked for $150 earphones for the holidays. $150. And get this: it’s not even a fancy headset; they’re in-ear buds. why are they so expensive? for something as small as an ear-bud, there’s usually a maximum quality you can cram in there, no matter how much you spend. a while back, i bought myself $50 ones (which is outrageously expensive in my opinion), only because they were on sale for $20, which is about the maximum i would pay anyway. They’re considered one of the best in their class (SkullCandy Titan In-ears), and I’ve found that they’re the best ear-buds i’ve ever had the opportunity to try. i can’t wait to try these $150 ones; i’ll edit in what i think of them.
But why are they so expensive? Well, why are Macs so expensive? exactly: those earbuds have the Beats by Dr. Dre logo on them. my brother so far has yet to even argue that they have good sound quality; he’s only justified his desire by the fact they “look cool”
And here’s the real punchline: my dad got them for him. Early. and it gets better: it’s not even his holiday gift; he’s gonna get another.
$150, down the drain.
and you know what earphones he had before these? another funny story: when i bought myself the Titans, my dad just bought my brother the same ones. my brother didn’t pay a cent. the only reason he’s even warranted new earphones is that he took horrific care of his previous ones; they’re broken and bent out of shape. his earphones before that—fun fact—got dunked in Diet Coke, and went through a drier cycle. i wonder how long it’ll take these to go. any bets?
i went downstairs to go put back a jacket i had accidentally worn upstairs. the moment i came back up the stairs, my mom began interrogating me, threatening me with consequences for stashing drugs down there.
glad to see everyone still trusts and respects me.
i’m happy to announce that, for more organization of records of my misadventures, i’ve tagged every post that chronicles my parents’ crazy actions with
go ahead and click on that tag, and read up :P
my brother needs a new chair for his desk
my dad ordered him a new, really expensive one, that he really doesn’t need nor will be able to appreciate (because he can’t sit in a chair like a normal person)
if he doesn’t like it, he gets MY chair, and i’m stuck with the chair he didn’t like
i don’t a have a single say in the matter
my grandparents, who live in Brooklyn, very close to Coney Island Beach, refuse to come over to our house, and insist that everything will be “fine,” like last time. they say they’d rather just stay, than go to all the trouble of coming to our house, and living without the comfort of their home for a few days. it’s been announced that their area will be evacuated, and we tried telling them that wherever they’ll be brought to will be a LOT less comfortable than our house. they just said they’ll simply say no, and not leave their apartment. we tried explaining to them that they won’t be able to cook, and won’t have anything to eat even in the off chance that authorities would LET them stay, but they said they’ll simply go out and buy more supplies. they simply don’t understand that there will be NO MORE FOOD left to buy, and that after less than a day, their apartment will be like 45 degrees.
we can’t go pick them up, because if we try, by the time we’re ready to come back to our house with them, the bridges and tunnels will likely be closed due to winds.
my grandparents literally don’t comprehend that this is a potentially lethal situation, if they’re not smart about it.
and they’re my good set, too