falling rain
Mreh. I thought I'd be happier today because grades for the first quarter were finally posted, I only have two more shifts at See's, and Christmas is in a few days.
Things always suck here around the holidays. Last year, my parents were stressed about my college applications and the fact that my brother totally slacked off during finals and almost didn't pass. This year, it's because I was afriad of not passing my first quarter and my brother had one of his friends over here as an unexpected houseguest.
This guy's here for a week, starting from Sunday until Saturday. He's basically loafed around either our house or used my brother as a chauffeur. Incredibly, he hasn't said thanks for anything yet. I didn't it was possible for guys to be *that* rude. So far, he's made my brother drive to SF, Vacaville, and all over the city to visit his friends. These are people my brother doesn't even know, and after they arrive, my brother pretty much gets asked to leave. I'm mad because this guy has done several things to piss me off in particular. This is what he's done so far.
(1) Leaving the toilet seat up in my bathroom, despite me politely and repeatedly asking him not to.
(2) As a result of this, I've had to throw out several contact lens cases, my toothbrush, and wash my towels an excess amount of times.
(3) Having my brother drive him around town means I have no way of getting to work at See's. This means my Dad gets to work later and my Mom has to pick me up after she finishes teaching. I've been stuck at home otherwise. I had to have Jess pick me up yesterday just so we could go back to her house and watch movies.
(4) Using my brother like his driver makes me sick. Either his parents are clueless that he's staying with us, or they don't care. He has an older sister out here, but according to him, she's "banned" him from staying with her. She can't do that, I thought, because the house she's living in belongs to their parents (this guy and the parents moved to Wisconsin for the parents' job and for college, but they kept their house here in California). He's never once asked if he could give us gas money (did I mention that driving to SF frequently IS NOT cheap?), money for the food he's eating out of our frige, etc.
So that takes us to tonight, where I'm fed up with being stuck at work for an extra hour because my Mom was stuck in traffic, Dad was still at work, and my brother and his extra rude houseguest were in Vacaville. I was supposed to have the car today and yesterday. This was the conversation that took place.
Me: I need the car for work on Thursday.
Brother: Why?
Me: Because I'm working. You and so-and-so can stay at the house for one day. You've been out all week and I need the car for work. Besides. I'll be back at 4:30. Go out then.
Brother: But so-and-so wanted to go see this chick in Vacaville.
Me: Do you even know her?
Brother: No, but it doesn't matter. I'm just dropping him off.
Me: And what, he expects that you, as his personal driver, will just give him a ride back to our house?
Yeah, my Dad and I argued about it for awhile, but ultimately I didn't get the car. Nor will I get it tomorrow or Saturday when I work, because this guy needs a ride to the airport on Saturday, and my brother and he are still in Vacaville, and no one knows when they're coming back. Needless to say, my parents have been arguing about this all week. So when I checked my grades and found out that I ended up with a 3.5 at the end of the quarter, they said, "That's great, honey," and went back to bickering. And then when I got upset, they claimed they didn't know why.
My home is not a fucking hotel. My brother is a twat, but not a fucking doormat. And finally, my grades used to mean more to me.