well im fucking pissed...

on friday i went and bought a pint of the birthday cake ice cream at walgreens. i had like 2 spoonfuls before i went out on friday night. well i decided that i wanted some for lunch instead of making something, and it was gone, except for a little bit at the bottom... is anything fucking sacred in this house??!! i swear to god that nothing ever lasts. i mean that was MY ice cream. i paid for it myself. everyone even knew that was my ice cream. fucking family..

and i dont want to be selfish but come on. i go away for the weekend and its gone. and to top it off, the living arrangements blow. its way to hot to sleep in the lanai anymore s i'm stuvk on the couch. and ever since martin has come to live with us, he sleeps in the living room. so my mom goes off to bed, expecting me to take care of him when he wakes up in the middle on the night. he usually goes to bed at 9, wkaes up about three, fuses then goes back to sleep after you hold him, then he wakes up about 6. i'm not the one who said to take him in, it was my parents. my mom takes care of him, my dad does only when its convient for him. i'm 19. if i wanted a baby i would get myself knocked up. but i dont. i dont know why my mom assumes that i'll do everything she wants just because i'm living here. believe me, if i could move out, i would. and now, on wednesday, my day off, i have to wake up with the baby, at 6 get myself ready and get him ready and bring my mom and him everywhere. first we have to drop off my moms car, bring the baby to the dovtor, pivk up my paycheck, go to vhold services and pick up my moms car after that. i want out. i never agreed to take care of the baby. dont get me wrong, i love him to death, but he isnt my responibility. i want to sleep in until 1 in the afternoon. its my summer. i dont want to get up at fucking 6 in the morning to deal with a crying baby. i dont. half the summer is already over. why should it be misreable for me??

ugh. i seriously cannot wait until i'm back in orlando.