Ramble Amble Ding Dong.

I got my Whittier T-shirt last night. It fits me perfectly, but of course, that was to be expected. Sort of a metaphor paralleling the school itself. My dad said, "You're sure it'll be your size... even after you wash it?" This irritated me greatly, and you can tell because he said that yesterday and I'm bringing it up today. I was thoroughly annoyed by this remark. I wanted to shout, "I'm not as fat as you think I am, Dad!" ...But I did not. This was ESPECIALLY offensive because I've been trying to eat healthier lately to look un-cow-ish for prom (oh em gee!)... and I thought I've been looking slimmer, too. But whatever. I'm over it. And you know whenever someone says, "I'm over it," they mean they've worked themselves into a tizzy being in it or under it and are too flustered to think. So I'm not over it. Just annoyed. But the T-shirt fits me, so... what now, beotch.

Speaking of annoyances, how would you feel if a family member of yours invited some stranger over, and that stranger started asking favors like, "Wash the dishes, please?" And what if, instead of saying, "Wash the dishes, please?" They gave you a stink eye and talked to you like a 5-year-old sent to sit in the corner and muttered, "You should wash the dishes."

"Uh, actually I have to leave to pick up--"
"Yeah well this will take you two minutes."
"Yeahhh but I have to pick up--"
"Just do it."

Whoah stranger! You can feel free to get the hell up out my house!

This is what happens more and more around my household. It's about time for Sarah to GTFO because my patience has long since worn thin. I was polite enough to oblige before, but now the way I see it, she's being rude, so I'm going to be rude. This ugly, cottage-cheese-thigh dimwit who somewhat resembles Grimace is stomping around a house that she does not legally live in, giving attitude to everyone who DOES legally live in aforementioned house. And that's fact. She talks to little 10-year-old April like April's her dumb ass 40-something self. And April doesn't know how to react. She's 10, for goodness sake. Of course she says and does silly things! You'd think someone with the brain of a 5-year-old would understand children, but no, she only acts like one.


And eat them!

There was a period of time where Sarah was living with us (though not as much as she does now), along with my dad's other friend Ziva (the 'z' is pronounced with your teeth like the 'z's in 'Zaza'). He was a foreigner from some obscure Eastern hemisphere country (Latvia I believe?); thick accent and butchered English. He was the maintenance guy when our family lived in a ghetto apartment complex for about a year and a half. My dad and he got along well. Sometime after my dad bought this house Ziva hit severe financial trouble and lived with us, sleeping on a pool table in the garage. So it was the six of us living in this teeny house. Ziva was cool. I liked his sense of humor, and he said funny foreign things like, "Female, make me sandwich!" He never really liked Sarah that much, and for that I like him even more. We were never incredibly close, but his demeanor was pleasant and he was sort of like an uncle.

Time passed, and things were fine, even with all of us living in such a small space... until one day, Sarah noticed that a bunch of her jewelry went missing. She thought it was the movers that had gone through her (true) house, but we didn't put the pieces together until Ziva disappeared one day. He had taken about $10,000 in jewelry and money. He had a severe gambling problem, so the valuables by this point were probably gambled away or pawned off. It was a shock to all of us that our close friend had done this.

To this day none of us know where he is. He had family in Mexico I think, so he might be there.

So, maybe I'm going out on a limb here, but trends show that Sarah will most likely steal our valuables and flee to another state/country. Trust me, if I knock her unconscious out of the blue one day, it will be for the Greater Good.

End topic. New topic: I like this conversation I just had with my friend via text.

..."Fanks." ('thanks')
"You're falcon."
"I'm a hawk, actually."
"Hawk you!"
"Lol. You finch!"