Blah... I think I mentioned it before, but my mom is forcing me to go with her and my sister to her boyfriend's house for Thanksgiving. Normally, that would not be a problem, since I really like her boyfriend and his kids, BUT... She's bringing my sister. I cannot stand to be anywhere near that kid for more than five minutes without wanting to violently attack something. That child makes me feel absolutely AWFUL. My mom's boyfriend won't like me very much anymore if he sees my sister and me together... I WILL be a mega-bitch, and about 80% of it won't even be my fault.
My sister is almost seven years old. No one, in all that time, has even attempted to teach her basic manners and respect. She only listens to mooommyyyy and no one else. Any attempts to teach her how to not be such a savage have been thwarted by mother, as it "harms the baaaaby." "Baby?" The child has started school! I'd say she needs to learn how to not suck at life! Has my mom ever considered that maybe there's a reason none of the little girls in my sister's class actually like her?
My mom knows that I can't stand my sister. In fact, she's desperately trying to find a place to dump me while we're there, simply because the brat and I absolutely cannot stay within 50 feet of each other for more than a few minutes, and bringing both of us is apparently a must. I can't stay at my relatives' house, because they are having company. I don't actually like the thought of having to stay with one of my mom's random friends, either, especially since the one she's seriously considering dumping me with has offspring a little bit older than me, whom I've never met before, and that would be super awkward... But hey, I'll take anything that gets me away from the worst first grader on the planet.
I really don't even want to go anywhere in the first place. I'm begging her not to take me, but she won't listen. I feel like shit as of the past few days. I'm currently sad because I couldn't tell if the little string-like thing in my mouth is a stitch or a chunk of food, so I poked at it and poked at it, and now it hurts. I didn't like break the cut open or anything. I think I just irritated it... And my medicine has me constantly on the verge of puking unless I eat every 5 minutes, but my mom won't actually let me eat anything decent. I just ate an hour ago and am already about to vomit. Fuck you, wisdom teeth, and not in the fun way. >:(
I'm also feeling crappy because I have become a social hermit and have barely talked to any of my actual friends. Right now I would probably be too whiny to hold an actual conversation, though. I'd be all, "My face hurts, my geometry teacher is a meanie-head for assigning a project without instructions over the holidays, my mom is a bitch, I feel like throwing up, blah blah blah" And in the case of a certain one of them, I'd probably slip out something extra embarrassing...
You know what? This is getting really incoherent and rambly. I think I need to get the hell off the internet and go to bed.