Ian and Kate got in a fight over the electric bill. My sister asked him if he keeps turning down the thermostat. He does. He totally does. Because I have to turn it up all the time. He said that he's turned it down "maybe twice". What a f*cking liar. He turned it down four or five times last week alone. Anyway, Kate was like, "Not like you PAY it, but our electric bill is over $200 AGAIN, so stop touching the thermostat." Then Ian got all defensive, saying that he is always shutting the back door, "which is always open" (which is untrue), and that the thermostat being turned down wouldn't affect the electric bill. When it means the air conditioner is ALWAYS ON, yes it does. And the back door is open maybe a crack, for the cats, and it's not open all the time. And how would he know? He's never f*cking here.
This fight happened at Ian's bedroom door, which is right by my bedroom door, so I sat here trying to pretend that I couldn't hear them arguing ten feet away.
My fear is that Kate will move into her apartment early just to get away from Ian. I can't go anywhere until Mom arrives on the 14th, and I don't want to be alone with Ian.
I got an email from my dad today. He's pissed off because we went over our minutes with our cell phone plan (we have a family share plan - 700 minutes for four of us). I rarely ever use my phone, but last month I was in LA. So I called home every night and would talk for a while. I called Carrie, and I also called Kate. So that was how I got all those minutes. But Dad was like, "I don't get an itemized list, so I just want to make sure that you were the one making these calls." What, like I wouldn't notice if someone stole my damn phone? And how am I supposed to remember every call I made during the month?
He told me to try and remember to call their cell phones and not the house phone. Well, I would do that if THEY EVER TURNED THEIR PHONES ON. My mom NEVER has her cell phone on, and I'm not going to call my dad's phone, because then I'd have to talk to my dad.
Dad just has this way of yelling at you without really yelling.
I feel like such a b*tch right now. I read some not favorable stuff about my ship, and I feel like telling the person who wrote it to just f*ck off. But I won't do that. I SO want to, though. God, you have no idea how much I want to.
Ooh... Promo for OotP. Kickass.
Work sucked, but Dave let me go at 3:30, so that was cool.
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