-sigh-
It's officially springtime in Alabama.
The weather is HORRIBLE right now, I'm surprised my internet works.
Tornado warnings everywhere, schools in lock down.
My family is home but we have the amatuer meterologist/storm chaser/photographer/Computer God aka Daddy here with us so it's all good. We have the bathroom set and ready to go with pillows, blankets, a lantern, plushies for the babies and of couse... a novel and my cell phone for me. The babies won't shut up but whatever. My dad showed me a few minutes ago the rotation in the clouds outside. Scary. I've seen it before, just not in real life right out side our house. It was really eerie. The sirens have gone off at least three times.
And the weirdest thing is that when the weather started up me and my sister were doing our own hair for my mom's wedding which brings me to another point. My mom has been telling us that her friend would do our hair nice for the wedding, as a treat. And also possibly as a trade off for having to wear a hideous champagne colored dress and ugly jewelry that I'm probably allergic too. But she informed us TODAY, the DAY of her wedding, that we would not be getting our hair done and that me and my sister basically had to fend for ourselves from the neck up. Meaning makeup, hair... and my mom is supposed to come and get us in a little more than an hour and my hair is only blow dried. I guess I'm wearing it plain and straight unless my sister can do something with it AFTER she gets hers done. Wwhy don't I do my own hair you ask?I can't. I'm utterly UN-girly.My hair, even for a wedding, would probably just get pulled back in a ponytail with some bits left down.
-sigh-
Not to mention my mom was basically planning on leaving us home alone after the reception so that she and her friends can go to a bar. Unh-uh, I don't think so. I asked my step-mom is she could come get us, me and my sister and brother, afterwards. I mean, we even looked at the custody papers and BY LAW me and my siblings are not allowed to be unsupervised in the prescene of those under the influence of alchohol. And even, due to the surgery she had a few years ago, though my mom probably won't get PLASTERED like my new step-dad probably will, she will probably come home buzzed which is in fact, drunk.
So yah. AND not only that BUT I found out the other day that my mom basically doesn't like my boyfriend because he's "over-protective" and "possesive", which isn't true. He loves me and he wants to protect me.
Crap, sirens are going off for the fifth time. I hope its an all clear. I think so because the tornado warning was only supposed to last until 3 pm.
Anyways, back to my mom vs boyfriend contreversy. The reason it makes me mad is because ONCE my boyfriend punched some things when two drunk old guys, friends of my new step-dad, started messing with me (pulling on the chopstick in my hair, patting my back, messing with my phone, calling me names like "honey" and "little girl") and him wanting to come get me when that happened automatically makes him possessive and overprotective and qaulifies him for having "anger problems". NOT ONLY THAT, but my mom acts so hypocritical. We go somewhere and its "Why don't you invite him?" or something like that. So she acts like she likes him but really doesn't and I hate that. I hate lying hypocrites.
So now, just in case my mom gets in a bad mood and he comes over and she starts tearing into him, I can't see him when I'm with my mom. I can't go out, or have him over when I stay with her on the weekends. Which sucks, because I'm only with my dad one or two weekends out of the month so that doesn't leave us a lot of oppurtunities to go out and see a movie or go manga shopping or just hang at my house and watch a movie and throw popcorn at each other. All because my mom lies and because she has so different morals than me. She would have NO problem leaving us alone in a room together. She doesn't care. I guess that's why she got pregnant with me when she was my age. 16.
Yeah.
Life is weird as a sixteen year old, homeschooled Christian otaku, 5 foot one girl trying to get a job at Winn-Dixie living smack in the middle of tornado alley.
Good news is, I'm going to prom! I got my dress it's SO pretty. It's a darkish blue, really long and flowy and sort of bunched at the waist with these awesome fanned out sleeves. My boyfriend nosebled when he saw me in it.
