The life of a Harpist

i hate thanksgiving
yeah, i know i haven't updated in a really long time. but that's too bad for you!

thanksgiving break sucked. it always sucks. ever since i graduated high school, something terrible always happens over thanksgiving. and it sucks. but i think this year was the worst of all.

i left here tuesday afternoon and proceeded to drive for more than six hours. i only live two hours from school. there were a lot of detours and side-stops and dropping people off and then jamie and i accidentally went to petersburg on our way to new kent. surprisingly enough, though, the drive was actually fun. daniel didn't say much, but arlie kept me calm and jamie kept me entertained and supplied with sugar. so no worries there.

wednesday morning, kevin dislocated his knee in gym class. so he was on crutches all weekend. on crutches and my responsibility.

wednesday afternoon, cheryl's dog (mr. buddy love) got his paw injured on some wire and bled so much neighbors called the cops about the blood all over the sidewalk. buddy was at our house all weekend, limping pitifully on his left paw and being annoyed by kevin's dog. poor puppy.

wednesday evening, i helped my dad cart two couches over to the school where dinner was going to be served. with 67 people expected, there was no way we could have it in our house. we set off the alarm at the school and the cops showed up. then i slipped while carrying one couch up stairs and my dad kept pushing and the thing landed on my knees. pain. lots of it.

wednesday night, tommy's house got broken into. the losers stole a bunch of shit, but left the computers, tv, dvd player, gamecube, games, etc. in the house.

thursday morning, i burnt my hand while taking something out of the microwave. second to third degree burn on my fourth finger. it still hurts.

i spent the entire day cooking and then washing dishes. but that was actually voluntary, so i didn't have to interact with my relatives.

thursday night, tommy's house got broken into again. tommy and his housemates had taken all their valuables out of the house already. this time, the assholes just messed shit up and damaged things.

at some point on friday, the kids who broke into the house started beating on tommy's car with baseball bats. tommy, being the neanderthal he is, went out and threw the kids off. then he called the cops, but the twerps are under 18, so the cops didn't do anything.

most of tommy's housemates slept at my parents' house wednesday, thursday, and friday night. and it was a good thing they did, too. friday night, their house was again broken into and really messed up. spray painted 'CHP' on walls, windows, ceilings, floors. eggs thrown all over the place and frozen solid. windows broken all over the house. all the fridges and minifridges had their door propped open to ruin anything inside, but it was so cold that everything just froze solid. a lot of the doors had holes kicked in them, so did some of the walls. trashcans and drawers were emptied and thrown all over the place. it was a mess.

we spent all of saturday cleaning up the house and moving absolutely everything out, under police escort the whole time. the kids who did it all sat outside and laughed at us. one of them started threatening tommy and john and ian with a bb gun when the cops left. that was stupid. tommy probably outweighed the kid by 100 pounds, so he just took the gun from the punk's hands and walked away. frozen egg is not fun to scrape off walls.

sunday, i left almost as soon as i woke up. jamie and arlie rode back with me and it rained the whole time. from now on, i am staying here and having thanksgiving ramen noodles in my dorm.

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Chanson dans la Nuit by Carlos Salzedo

Advertisement