Wake Me Up When September Ends

I started writing this on the 24th of August, and ended it on the 1st of September. I'm not lazy, just keeping myself busy.

For the last couple days, I've been, yep you guessed it, doing chores. Yesterday, I went on a cleaning frenzy, made friends with the vacuum (His name is Val.) for about an hour and a half. And I was doing it voluntarily, as well as all of the other chores I did. And as much as I tried, I couldn't help but tell my parents every detail when they got home that night.


Cross country started Monday, and I went to Hofstra University to get a tour of the campus. It's a beautiful place, but I don't really have anything to compare it to yet. So we'll see after a couple more college visits.

So, speaking of cross country, I wasn't able to on Tuesday, or today, because I didn't get my sports physical. But, as everyone knows already, I've been training for a half marathon on September 27th (which is my little sisters birthday). So, I've been running all summer. And now that cross country has started, even more people will know that I've been running. A couple people seem to be expecting (and talking about) me to do really well, and actually "help the girls cross country team to victory". First of all, I really, really don't like competing with running. I'm doing this because, yeah, I like running, and because of the marathon, and because I'm done (personally) with soccer. Second of all, I don't like the fact that some people are expecting me to do well and, as long as they keep talking about it, more and more people are going to expect this of me and maybe even depend on me. I, honestly, have no idea how I'm going to do with this sport. I'm going to try really hard, like, give it my all, but I don't want people expecting me to be a top runner when I don't even know how I'm going to do.

I talked to my friend about this, but it's still in the back of my head that they're talking about it. Two people have already asked me if I'm going to be "the cross country hero". I know this is silly to let it bug me, but I can't help it. I guess I'm really afraid of letting anybody down. And no, I'm not worried only about that, and yes, I know I should only care about myself and let them say and think whatever the want, but it's still there and I can only let so much roll off my shoulders. They're getting tired of the constant "shrugging it off". (Go ahead, laugh a little, or at least smile and shake your head.)

In other news, I've been really happy recently. Partly because of someone, and partly because of no reason at all. Maybe it's because I've gotten some normal sleep recently. (With the exception of last night on my sewing frenzy.)

Yes, sewing. (I have more tricks up my sleeves than you expected?) I actually just finished a skirt. I've explained it so many times to different people. All I'll say is, it's a simple looking, knee length, white dress with a pink flower patter all over. And as soon as I find (or make) a top that goes with it, I'll war it to school.

And speaking of my sisters (ha ha), they're back from Georgia finally (with exactly one week of summer left). It's weird having them home now, especially with Ashley (the fourteen year old) staying up later than I normally do (hard to believe, I know). I forgot what it's like listening to her move around, right above my ceiling every night. And I'm not used to having Abigail with me to go places such as the grocery store. I guess I better get back into the routine now, huh?

As I mentioned before, school starts in a week. I'm excited, as I'm sure I've said several times in my blog already. I just can't wait to get out of this house and away from all of the cleaning I'm forced to do on a daily basis. Every time I'd ask to go somewhere or have someone over, they'd say, "Sure, just vacuum, clean your bathroom, empty the dishwasher, clean the ferrets cage, feed the cats, clean their litter boxes and while you're down there, do a load of laundry, before you go out."

I really hate complaining a lot but the stuff that is on my mind right now is stuff that I want to complain about.
My dad.
As soon as I woke up this morning, he started picking mini fights with me. Around 9am he burst in my room saying, "I could of sworn that I told you, last night, to get up as a decent hour. So what time was your alarm set for?" (It was set for 10am if you really want to know.) After a half hour, my dad walked in my room again and gave me a nice and long list of chores to do by 12:30, on top of me showering and eating. Then, with a half an hour left, I asked him if I could shower now and vacuum later, when we get back. He said, "I honestly don't care what you do, as long as you're ready to leave at 12:30." So, I said to him, "Well I was just making sure because you told me to vacuum also." And he went off on how I never get anything done around the house.
No comment.

I guess I'll get one more example off my chest while I have you here. While we were waiting for the doctor to come in and give my sister and I shots, my dad motioned to his book that was between my sister and me on the counter thing. He asked if I could hand it to him and Abbey reached for it and gave it to him. He said "thank you" while giving me a sarcastic look. So I decided to argue? I told him that I was going to give it to him but she reached for it first. His response was, "Relax, I'm just giving you grief." So I snapped back, "I know, you have been all day." And he said, getting the last word in as always, "Well you deserve it." I wanted more than anything to scream to him, "What exactly did I do to deserve getting grief from you? What have I done lately? Oh, I know, I cleaned, every single day, and you're never, ever, happy with the work I do. You're just being childish and insecure because you haveto have someone to boss around. And you know that I don't like to talk back to adults because I was taught that they know more than I do and that talking back is disrespectful. But you know what? Adults should set examples, and you are defiantly NOT being respectful to me, and you're not setting a very good example if I do say so myself." But of course, I saved it for my blog instead.

Alright, enough about my dad. And this blog has taken me seven days to write and a couple people are getting restless for me to post my next one. (Sorry for the wait!)

OH! And since I'm finishing this blog on September 1st (I already wished four people "Happy September!"), I get to say that school starts in two days (not counting today)! I just can't wait for the end of September because it seems like that's when your school year has begun, and everything starts moving and everybody is settled in to their own school year. That kind of reminds me of the song by Green Day, Wake Me Up When September Ends. But it's about something totally different than wanting the school year to start.

Okay, there is really no more purpose to this blog, so I think I'm just going to end it with saying, Happy Labor Day and Happy September!