Grape Ape

Wednesday
November 28, 2007  
12:45 AM
Grandma Helen's Kitchen

I'm currently stuck on this Fall Out Boy fan fiction, got myself stuck in a hard place and can't get myself out of it.  Fucking writer's block!

Well things have gone downhill lets say.
Moved out of the house on Courtland.  Lived there for 13 years.  Now I'm living in my Grandma's house, complete with insane Grandma Helen and a very old toy poodle named Rusty that pees everywhere. 
Gah.
I have no room of my own now.  Drives me nuts.  Forced to use my Dad's laptop most of the time.  Mostly watch movies on it cuz Grandma watches football most of the time.  I sleep on the couch.  Not the most comfy of places like you might think.  No it's not the type of couch you'd probably associate with your Grandparents house.  You know... The one covered in plastic so it won't get ruined.  No.  The couch here is all flowery, and the cushions come out from under you if you sit on it or even sleep on the damn thing.  They may be there when you go to sleep, but you wake up and there they are on the floor possibly under the coffee table or sometimes ontop of it.  You can also smell the dog piss on the stupid couch. 
Guh.
Been out of the old house since Halloween.  Almost a fucking month!  Who knows maybe by Christmas we will be in a new house. 
Ok.
I love Grandma Helen to death, but sometimes you just want to strangle the woman!

I haven't talked to most of my friends in weeks.  Been to buisy.  College.  Yeah.  You'd think I wouldn't be living with my parents by now.  I'm broke.  Been like that for a while.  I don't have a job.  Never had one.  I'm looking for one.  So dont start thinking I'm a lazy bum.

Stupid clocks...

Ok here's another odd thing about Grandma's house.  She has like five different clocks that go off at the hour.  Most of them are like anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes slow.  They go off at different times.  It's like being in a clock shop!!!  There's a particularly loud one above Grandma's couch, the one I sleep on.  I'll be drifting off to sleep and the next thing I know... Cuck-kooo!!!!!  Then it takes me another 10 minutes to back to sleep.
Who gave these clocks to Grandma?  Uncle Bill.  Thanks Uncle Bill.  He's also known as the family "Bee Man".

Ok onto my Parents.
Al and Terry Roessler.
Both are annoying and embarrassing as hell.  But still loveable and cool at times.
Thing I hate about them though... They are close-minded as hell.  This past summer for example.  I dyed my hair black and got orange hair extensions.  I didn't want to bleach my hair and dye it.  I'd end up ruining my hair.  I thought I was being smart about it.  I also thought since I'm 18 they can't do shit about me having orange hair.  Besides it comes out. 
Boy I was wrong. 
Apparently as long as I live under their roof I am not allowed to have "Extreme" colored hair.  You know... Pink, Green, Blue, Purple... let the color list go on...
They didn't care about the black part of it, but the orange had to come out.  I told them it was extensions and it can come out.  They told me to do straight away.  I couldn't.  They were glued in.  Told them that and they didn't talk to me for a day.  Just told me to keep my hair under a hat.  They never wanted to see it. 
Mom said that "Extreme" color hair would lead onto me getting peircings and tattoos.  Blah blah blah...
Little do they know I always wanted to get that stuff as well.

Hold on... Gotta take care of laundry.

Laundry Break!!!!  Cue theme music!!!!

Well hey I'm back!!! Did you miss me?  Sure you did...

Man I could rant about stuff all night... Seriously.  I've got all this resentment about junk bottled up so tightly I could explode.  Hell I've got stuff about my childhood.  I still hate. 
Shall I continue on with that?

Flip back to elementry school.
St. Jude Elementry School.
Don't let em' fool ya.
Ha.  Catholic school?  Yes.
Filled to the brim with Nazi teachers.  Save for the few that were actually pretty cool.
School of Uniforms.
You don't have any say what you can wear.  No individuality. 
Catholicism shoved down your throat.
Church every Friday and then Sunday if you went with your parents.

Yes.  I do have issues.  Can I continue?  Thanks.

Sure you had some nice kids that went to school with you then you had your bullies. 
Me.  I was the halfwit nerd.  Yeah I had glasses.  But I was not smart.  No.  I was still picked on.  Mostly cuz of my glasses.  I was somewhat skinny with brown hair and was nerdy.
Puberty hit and I started getting fat.  Guh.  Still had glasses, still had brown hair, got nerdier, still had bad grades.  Got called an elephant a few times in gym class by a kid that was not much better. 

His name?  Scott Givens and his sister, I don't remember her name...  Both were total assholes and well let's just say from what I hear he's still an asshole and his sister just went into total bitch mode. 

Then there was Alex Plas, again total asshole, still is.  His younger brother, Stephen I think, however, was actually a nice kid.

Continuing on...

Paul Pfingston... I think that's how you spell his last name... He went from being an asshole to nice guy back to asshole.

Greg Hanson.  Nice guy, then total asshole, then back to nice guy again. 

So yeah, if you were the assholes on the list and you happen to read this.  Yes I still have issues to sort out with you.  Don't be afraid to approach if you have questions.  I promise I won't bite.  Maybe throw a few punches... but hey.

Well folks that's all for tonight.  Or by the looks of it... That's all for this morning.  Haha.

11:23 PM
Grandma's Kitchen

Well guys I'm back for more ranting.

Listening to Fall Out Boy.  Very soothing.  Patrick, if you happen to be reading this, I would like to let you know that you're my role model.  Haha that's just one of many things I would want you to know.  Some of them are way to embarrassing for me to say. 

Ok guys stop thinking dirty thoughts over there!!!

Alright lets start tonight's ranting with shall we say High School?
Or no?

Nah.

Guys?

Yeah.  Sounds good.

Key factor here...  Most of the guys I've met are pretty cool, then they turn on ya.  Say they like you one week and the next you're shoved aside for some dumb blonde bitch that don't know shit about anything!