Nothing's Going Right

Greetings.


HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MY BLOG! WHEEEEEEE! I STARTED ON FRIDAY MARCH 26, 2010! WOW, IT'S BEEN AN INTERESTING YEAR! WAHOO!

Okay, time for the depressing stuff. As the intelligent ones among you readers can guess by the title, things are not going so hot for me. Let's start off with the easy one: I am sick. Not throwing-up-sick anymore, but I have a throat infection (though to me it feels like something else, but, hey, I can't see my own throat because I don't have a flashlight that small) and IT HURTS LIKE A @&^$(&@)&#$)^&)(*^&@(*^(*@*#$*^&@^^@*^$#&^*@&*(#*^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Obviously, I didn't really curse, but you get the idea.)

The sad part is, and I know I have addressed this a MILLION times before, that none of my sisters nor my best friend have called to ask me what's wrong. Bennie did last week on Thursday, but there was nothing on Wednesday. I went to school on Friday - had a choir festival, kicked MAJOR WELLER PREPARATORY ACADEMY SAILORS' BUTT! - but felt sick by the end. I stayed in bed from Saturday to today. I didn't go to church yesterday. (It's Monday @ 11:54 when I am writing this part.) Joseph didn't call, nor did Petrie, but I didn't expect him to. Today, I got a text from Chase and then a reply from an earlier text message I sent to William. THAT'S IT! THAT'S ALL THE CONSIDERATION I GET WHEN I AM SICK! I shall have you know, I always make an effort to call, visit, email excessively, or, at the least, text insanely until I know every detail and diagnosis of their illness. I was worried sick when Ally tore her ACL, but, because she was always so busy, I could never visit. Not for lack of trying; I asked at least once a day. And when Claire was sick, I called her three times to check on her. Joseph? I took home after school and then I stopped by Jackson's and got him a piece of cake. Joss? Bennie? Texts, calls, the whole shebang. They just live a whole lot farther than the others otherwise I would have visited. I'd do the same for Chase and the rest but Chase has never been sick in the short time I've known him and the others I call and do whatever the second I hear about them because I don't see them on a daily basis.

But me? Nah. Maybe I'd just be better off if I just left for a while. It's not like people notice. And you want to know the saddest part? When Nana and I went to the doctor today, I was praying that I had tonsillitis so that I could have my tonsils out. Why? Maybe people would notice a major surgery, the fact that I couldn't talk, the legal pad or white board in my hands. (Okay, now it's Tuesday @ 12:03. Just so you know.) Whenever I get sick, I think of this one story I read in CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL FOR TEENS.

This girl was invisible at her high school, or so she felt. Always alone, no one spoke to her and she spoke to no one. I can't remember, but she was in between the ages of 15 and 17. One day, they diagnose her with ovarian cancer. She had her hysterectomy and suddenly she started to realize that people hadn't been shunning her; she had been shunning them. Whenever I get sick, I pray for it to be major so that I can have that happen to me. I know it's completely shallow and terrible and really REALLY pathetic, but that's what happens. Can you blame me? No one notices me when I'm well and not even my sisters/best friend notice when I'm sick. Which is sadder?

Oh, I forgot, there's worse news. Poppy, the man who is spending all of his money on me (and Bentley a little bit too, but not as much) is in the hospital with not only pneumonia BUT ALSO AN ANEURYSM IN ONE OF HIS MAJOR VEINS. Yeah, that's right. They wouldn't have noticed the aneurysm had he not gone in for pneumonia! He could have died! Dad's kind of shaking and he's been keeping close tabs on his half-brother, Dewey, and half-sister-in-law, Lara, for updates. I'm scared. This is why I hate people spending money on me. What if I never get to tell them thank you or pay them back? I want to talk to Poppy, but he's in ICU. Dad says he's fine and that the only thing he's complaining about is that he doesn't have his laptop to manage his stocks.

But I keep dwelling. He's a Christian Scientist and has been since his last wife, Nim, or Helena, died of pancreatic cancer about three years ago. He wouldn't even be in the hospital now if it weren't for Lara. She's monitoring him constantly and making sure he follows orders. I'm scared. I'm sorry, but I am. If you think it's wimpy of me to get all weepy about this, BACK THE HELL OFF. I am PMSing, I am sick, and I almost lost my grandfather. And for those of you heartless jerks out there who think I want his money? Shame on you. Then again, it's not my place to lay judgment.

GOD will punish you.


Hugz
HM
Dedicated to all of those frightened or suffering for a loved one. And everyone who is sick right this second. God bless.

Update

Greetings.


NEWS FLASH! LINKARA IS JUST AS AWESOME AS THE NOSTALGIA CRITIC!!!!!

Sorry, I had to put it there. I love Linkara. He is younger than the Critic and I think kind of cuter (but then again, I have weird tastes. If you've seen Joseph, you know.) than the Critic and he doesn't curse! I love him! <3

Okay, I'm done being crazy fangirl. I have been sick the last two days and I have done squat. AND I LOVE IT! I have been amazingly stressed and wired for the last few days. It's been agonizing and doing nothing for my health. Which is probably why I got sick. Not like KOFF KOFF HACK HACK can't breathe sick, but spill-your-guts sick. Sorry. Anyways, I did do some of my Spanish homework and I got a lot of my English done, so yay me, but Bev still wants me to call this place about a job, I still have to cook, clean, and pick up Bentley, and do everything else around here. What part of "BLEEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" doesn't anyone understand?

Yeah, I know I am griping but I've been kind of pissy the last few days. I apologize sincerely. Staying home all day makes me antsy but I don't feel like going anywhere because I'm sick. Ugh, this is why I hate being sick. It's no fun. Sure, some people play video games. But I don't for two reasons. One: I really suck at video games. Yeah, I try and learn about video games, and I LOVE watching them, but I can't play first person shooters because they make me dizzy, online games I can't get the controls down on, and other video games are either too hard or complicated. Here is the complete list of video games I can kick butt while playing:

Marvel Ultimate Alliance (XBOX 360 and PS2)
Batman: Arkham Asylum (PS2. Boy, did THAT take me forever)
Teen Titans (PS2)
Soul Caliber IV (XBOX 360)
LEGO Star Wars, Harry Potter, and Star Wars: The Original Trilogy (PS2, XBOX 360, and PS2 respectively)

And that's it! And the second reason: Dr. Craig said it would be a good idea for Bentley to stay home today. No reason, or at least none that I get told. So Bentley plays video games all day instead of doing the homework I KNOW he has because I had the exact same teachers in eighth grade that he has now. I have done most of mine. I just have to finish up the more tedious assignments. He hasn't done DIDDLY.

Ugh, just thinking about it is making me frustrated and making my stomach hurt, so I am moving on. I don't know if I've said this but MY THEATER TROUPE IS DOING MY ADAPTATION OF "THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS"! If I have said this before, I'm sorry. If I haven't, BOO-YAH I AM SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!

Okay, now I am REALLY feeling sick... I gotta go.


Hugz
HM

My... Freaking... Busy... Week...!!!!!!!!!!

Greetings.

I. Hate. Being. Sick. I cannot stand it. I mean, making up homework, missing school, not seeing my friends (and those miscellaneous three that hang at our lunch table), none of it is really all that fun. This is how I went to school today:
1) Three (THREE) hours of sleep
2) embarrassingly drippy runny nose and scratchy sore throat
3) couldn't keep my head up from lunch on
And the worst part is that I have a math test tomorrow and my teacher, Mrs. Benz, doesn't let you make up tests you miss. Plus, I have to clear an absence with my physics teacher, Mr. Reuben, because I wasn't there for the elections (I lost, btw, to Joaquin Valdez) and there was a sub and I thought I had checked in with him... aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!! Anyways, I have a lot of crap to do tomorrow.
To top it all off, I promised Bennie's boyfriend, Stanley, that I'd tutor him Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday right before Joseph asked me specifically to come to his band performance. He asked me out (kinda-sorta. Help me, Ally and Claire!) and now I have to drive Bentley to rehearsal on Thursday too. SO, here's the rest of my week:
Tomorrow: Math test, clear absence with Mr. Reuben, fight off sickness, homework, clear Thursday with Stan, talk to Dad about tutoring Stan in the first place...
Wednesday: Tutor Stan (if Dad will let me...), fight off sickness, maybe drive Bentley to rehearsal, DO MOUNTAIN OF HOMEWORK THAT I PUT OFF TODAY.
Thursday: drive Bentley to rehearsal, go to Joseph's band concert, homework, fight off sickness
Friday: possible Gamer's Club meeting, tutor Stan (we'll have to coordinate...), DO MORE HOMEWORK, disconnect my brain for the weekend.
I can't wait for Saturday. And even then I may have to go shopping for Joseph's second birthday gift (his first is the complete series of "Invader Zim") and then go over to his house to watch IRON MAN. But that's not even confirmed...
(á la Chipmunks) Please, Saturday, don't be late!!!!!!!

Hugz
HM

Bentley

Greetings.

I am so very pissed off. Just because Bentley is the baby doesn't mean that he should be pampered when he is sick. Bentley has a violent cough. That's it. A cough. I admit, he gets sick VERY often due to the fact that he's missing two of the three major immunoglobins in his blood, but this time it's getting on my nerves. He. Has. A. Freaking. Cough.
In January, I stayed home from school for over a week and a half with the stomach flu AND an upper respiratory infection. Bev didn't stay up with me while I was coughing and vomiting. Bev didn't take me to the doctor until six days after I got sick. (I was sick for eleven days.) Neither Dad nor Bev stayed home to take care of me even though I was too weak to get up except every few hours to go to the restroom. I had a 101.8 degree fever. I deserved some pampering. They gave me a Gatorade and a "Get well soon!" and left me to fend for myself.
BENTLEY, on the other hand, has been coughing, just coughing, for the last week. He's been to the doctor twice. He's on five different medicines. Bev stayed up all last night with him. He has no fever. But he seems to be well enough to go to rehearsal and school. It. Isn't. Fair. I was dying and I get avoided because Bev and Bentley have low constitutions. But Bev has no problem with exposing herself to a virus for her younger son. She makes him breakfast in bed. She fluffs pillows. She kicks me out of the room in the middle of a new NCIS episode that I had been waiting to see so Bentley could sit and cough in the chair I had been sitting in and watch a different show. I am tired of taking a back seat to Bentley. He always gets his way. Seriously, he's Ross and I'm Monica from FRIENDS (omg I love that show) and I am sick of it! He has a COUGH. He has a cough which gets tended to right away. I was dying for six days before I went to see a doctor. I was hurling the first four and coughing and hacking and generally not being able to do anything except sleep on the couch and cry for the rest of the time. I couldn't speak. Yet he can sing, go to school, and go to rehearsal and they're making a HUGE deal over a COUGH. I have the strong constitution! Shouldn't it be more of a tragedy when *I* get sick??????? I mean something strong enough to bring ME down is BAD but no one wanted to come near me except long enough for me to cry at them or give me more Gatorade. I was suffering and no one helped me fore six days. Bentley starts coughing and they rush him to our doctor the next day. IT'S NO FREAKING FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and another thing. Bentley is the youngest so that means he got Dad and Uncle Sam's great metabolism. So what does Bev do? She rewards him with CHOCOLATE CAKE BATTER. Like three bowls a day. I am SO not kidding. Meanwhile, I'm working my butt off (literally) at the gym, eating rabbit food (salads), and eating diet snacks. And when I tell Bev that that's not right and that's she's being completely biased, unfair, and just plain mean, she acts all innocent and CLAIMS SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO TIRED OF BENTLEY GETTING HIS WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE GETS EVERYTHING HE WANTS!!!!!!!!!!! MEANWHILE, I CAN'T EVEN GET THE THINGS I PUT ON THE WISH LIST THAT BEV AND NANA ASK FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to liv somewhere else... somewhere where I'm the only child. Or at least the baby. I am tired of being treated as a butler, chauffeur, and second-rate citizen. I want equality. But when I ask for it, no one gives. So either I force it, petition (yeah, one signature's going to do me a lot of good), or move out.

Tearz
HM

Sick Day

Greetings.

I hate it when I'm sick. I hate making up the homework and the quizzes and all that stuff. I hate not seeing my teachers (I can seriously enchant any teacher except for three. Long story) and I am sooooooooooooooooo bored during the day. But what I hate most: not hearing from my friends. Neither Joseph, Joss, Claire, nor Bennie contacts me all day except for when I tell Bennie that I'm not going to be there that day early in the morning. I hate that no one calls me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I want my friends to call me... It makes me sad when they don't talk to me...
Ally, however, talked to me. She and I email daily. She goes to a different school than I do so she and I don't see each other often. Today she was excited about a non-date date she had with a sophomore (we're both juniors and she's exactly two weeks older than I am) that we went to elementary school with, named Emilio Dominguez. They went to Jamba Juice and they just talked the whole time. She's even going to prom with him. I'm so excited for her.
I remember Emilio. He asked me to tutor him when we were younger, perhaps pre-middle school, upper elementary. He wasn't as motivated as he is now. I remember he hated coming in second in sports to our school's top athlete, a boy I had known since I was in preschool, Jordan King. (A basketball player's name if I ever heard one. We used to call him Michael Jordan. He even LOOKED like Michael Jordan, only a little darker.) Jordan and Emilio were good buddies when Emilio came to our school around second grade. But nevertheless, he was very competitive.
I remember Jordan too. When we were in kindergarten in daycare together, we played a game. It was kind of like a superhero game. He would pretend to be weak and helpless until I gave him my sports drink that I always saved from lunch. (You know, those ones with the twistable tops that were almost impossible for a five-year-old to take off?) Then he'd turn into Superman and he'd run all around the playground and do all these stunts, for me. I remember Jordan didn't speak to me as much when we entered first grade, thinking girls were yucky, you know the phase. But it hit me kind of hard. I was six and I had "lost" a really good friend. He never really came back. He'd say hi, but it was never the same. Though I still always gave him my sports drink. =)
Anyways, Emilio and Jordan were the two "it" guys at our elementary/middle school. And looking back on it, they were the "it" guys for the right reasons. Not only were they the jocks and the popular guys, but they were much sweeter than most of the other guys at school, like Bryan Samuels, who pushed me down in kindergarten and caused my front tooth to go up into my jaw (that tooth didn't grow back for three years), or Judd Hinton, who terrorized my friends Pauley Border and Jake Michaels from preschool on. They were also "it" guys, athletic and popular, but they were mean to the core.
I'm getting SO off track. Ally and Emilio are having fun. Yay. I'd better stop now before I cry because I miss the good old days...

Hugz (and drink a sports drink for me and Jordan)
HM