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I don't know how I'm going to face my fiancé's brother today without exploding, ugh. He's such a selfish manchild. Found out today that his mum only went to the hospital on Wednesday after her stroke Tuesday - and he brought someone round while she was suffering the effects; I.e. speech impairment and weakened left side. Oh, and they stayed the night, too. And he came to the fucking pub quiz and made merry while his mum was in hospital. I am so fucking furious at him right now; and I was pissed off at him already for basically being a total sponge, not giving his mum any free time and letting her do everything for him.
This guy is 30 YEARS OLD. And he has his OWN FUCKING HOUSE. And he stays with his mum every day now, despite complaining about having no free time when she had no choice but to live with him, lets her do his washing, cooking, cleaning etc, generates massive fucking piles of dishes for her to do and expects her to get him up for college. Oh, did I mention he expects her to sleep on the small couch while he takes the big one because the small one "makes him ache"? She even admitted that he was stressing her out and I'll bet that he was a massive factor in her stroke.
I am livid. And I plan on having words with him. I'll be diplomatic, but as soon as he pulls any of his defensive I-have-the-right-to-be-here-it's-not-my-fault-I'm-the-victim bullshit, I'm gonna pull out the big guns. And I'm beyond the point now of caring what he thinks of me afterwards. I was worried that saying anything would have him brand me "the bitch my brother is going to marry" but to be honest he's driving me, Jason and his mum crazy, and I've learned all too well that what upsets you must be dealt with. I'm gonna tell him to pack up all his stuff and get out of the house.
Also, my inactivity this past month was due to NaNoWriMo. I managed 66k! Woo! My novel is currently 580 pages long and a grand total of 174000 words approximately. I'm planning to have it first-drafted and typed up by the end of April, and in the other 2013 NaNo events (Camp NaNoWriMo in June and August, and NaNoWriMo itself) I will be finishing 'The Chronicles of Stan' and shifting a hefty chunk of 'You Know You Got (No) Soul'.
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- Location:United Kingdom, England,Borough of St. Helens, Earlestown
( Opinions amongst the PCS members I spoke to were just the same. )
So, near the traffic lights entrance to Clarence Street, I saw three kids (two girls and a boy) walking towards me, across the road. Faffing in the snow, and being a general nuisance.
They all know Ashley, don't they? They've given him trouble in the past, and they recognise me as his sister.
"Heads up!" the boy shouts, and lobs a snowball at me. It misses. Across the road with all the cars I can't do much except look at them like they're a bunch of idiots and dodge. He throws another one.
( And so the story continues... )
- Music:Lucky Man - Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Today, my Grand Plan for the Watching of the Calories hit a massive stumbling block. It's Wednesday. The night of the Newton High Families' Group. And it was the Christmas Dinner.
This meant free food in abundance. And let's face it, it's hard to say no when you're constantly breathing the fumes of turkey, gravy and sprouts. When the food is unveiled and the cry goes out, 'come and get it!', it is apocalyptically difficult to keep ye olde arse in its seat.
Mind you, it could have been worse. I could have had a buggering big portion of chips for my dinner at work again. I had a 120-cal Cornish Pasty instead.
Christmas this year is a pain. Everyone's putting food in my face, nobody's telling me what they want (except one person) so I've only bought one person's presents this year. We still haven't got our decorations up... If you were to pull me up in the street and say 'you know, Kelza, it's Christmas?' I'd probably give you a very odd look and say, in genuine shock, 'really?'.
I don't know what to get for people. It's maddening. Especially since half of those people have already bought for me. I beg and I plead for answers as to what they want - even just a tiny hint - but everyone's just smiling and saying 'oh it doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts!'.
Fine! I'm going to buy everybody used underpants from the charity shop, that would normally just get chucked, and distribute them amongst said people! "Here you go, friends, it's the thought that counts!"
Zurie has been smart and saved herself by giving me a very specific present idea. So no used bloomers for her.
Rant over. How is life, in the realms of Kelza? Pretty good. I feel like I've been blogging non-stop lately about my war on my diet or my new voluntary job, so I should probably talk about something else. Something nice, and non-ranty.
( In which Kelza goes on another frothing rant, only to calm down with talk of notepads and writing later. )
- Music:Memory Lain, Hugh / Headloss - Caravan
I'm - going - to - annihilate - him. He has no sodding concept of 'computer safety' or 'patience'. Nor does he have any idea what 'actually, other people need this computer so perhaps I'd better leave it alone' means. He screwed th whole thing up so he could play a piddling game - one which is probably a dodgy copy, anyway.
As a result, these posts will come much later than expected because not only do I have no Internet access to actually post them, I also don't have anything to type them up on.
These posts are thankfully all still in handwritten form, so at least I won't lose anything when the computer is reformatted. But that's not the point. It isn't fair on Ashley and I that he should wreck the computer every couple of months (literally) because he gets impatient with a game. But when we try to confront him about it he throws a hissy fit at us.
If/when I get a laptop, the resultant bliss will probably kill me. And only when hell freezes over will anyone else have a go on it.
Anyway, if all goes well today I should be enrolled into Sixth Form. I should let them know of my change of address. I should also have been getting my glasses today, but thanks to the cost of moving it looks like I'll be squinting until Wednesday.
I need a cup of coffee. I'll check in later to let you all know how it goes.
