This way to the stars

I don't even know why I'm posting

EGADS!!!!!!!

I don't even know WHY I'm posting here. I don't even know if someone's looking - no, glancing! - at this blog, let alone reading my posts. I'm so irritated, frustrated, you know, the works- courtesy of my extremely PERFECTIONIST nature.

I was trying to remove the horizontal scrollbar bothering this iframe in the posts and profile page, but try as I might I COULD NOT get rid of the measly little useless pest.

I ALMOST CANNOT TAKE LIVING IN THIS HOUSE WITH THEM. The two grannys, I mean. They are absolutely BOSSY, PARANOID, CONDESCENDING, and basically "BENEVOLENTLY TYRANNICAL". One of them's constantly worried that we might get sick, lost, kidnapped, you know, the whole CABOODLE of disasters that MIGHT EVER, however UNLIKELY AND REMOTE, happen to any member of the race of MANKIND. Another's hiding the snacks in BIZARRE places around the house because she's worried that the maids might GOBBLE them all down.

And the worst part of it is, they are acting soooooooo SANCTIMONIOUS about it all. As if it were for our own good. Sure, it's for our own good, all right, if they want us to DIE EARLY!!!!!!

That's why we've (as in, Tam and I) suggested to our Dad to let us do the groceries instead of those two, because we wanna be in charge of the house. It was just rotten, though, that Dad didn't allow us, saying that "we should be concentrating on our studies instead" and that "we're just kids; we can't be in charge". Mom said in her first and latest email since we got back here that "we'd just have to get used to them; it's hard to teach old dogs new tricks". But WHY??? Is this the kind of sacrifice required from us so we could have our US Citizenship? Make no mistake: I REALLY WANNA LIVE THERE (it's too hot and too expensive here). It's good I do, because if I didn't I'd definitely call mom back and drive out the granns right now!

GOD, IT'S ABSOLUTELY COMFORTING to be able to VENT some of the frustration I've been feeling!!

Meanwhile Me, Tam, and Hyperactive Little Bro are feeling like the Baudelaire children in A Series of Unfortunate Events: harassed (but fortunately not lethally) by our relentless guardians, with both our parents virtually gone. Yesterday Tam and I crossed the street to Robinsons Pioneer to shop for our school stuff...ALONE, in a fit of rebelliousness, because we sort of wanted to try if we could do it.

Oh well. I CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO START SO THAT I'LL WON'T BE SEEING THEM FOR THE WHOLE DAY! And besides, Dad told me that I could have a LAPTOP before the start of school!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHOHOO!!!!!!!!!!! That's consolation enough - and MORE! - for me!!!

posted by steph @ 12:33 AM