Saturday, September 28, 2013

Dammit...

Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT. >.<

Seriously, WHAT THE HELL?!

I just dislocated my other knee. Like... Maybe twenty minutes ago. Probably less. This is getting troublesome.
*sigh* Dammit.

I need to talk to someone about this; it can't continue. I won't allow it.

Frustrating. Really, really frustrating. There's always something, isn't there?

For my part, I forced myself up off the floor and made myself walk. I have a crutch at my bedside now, because I'm sure that by tomorrow... well, later today, when I get up, my leg won't be able to bear weight.

My hands are still shaking a bit from the pain of it, but you know... I think my ass hurts more than my leg. I think I hit my bedframe or something on the way down. That's sure to bruise. -.-

It's funny. I don't know whether I should be proud for my stubbornness in getting up so quickly, or if I should call myself a moron. Heh. Probably both.

Great. Frecking peachy. Another three (two, if I can force it) days of being laid up, generally unable to move. ... Didn't I just frecking do this?!

*headdesk* I hate this Gods-damned body.

Good thing I didn't get rid of those stupid crutches... >.>
Lynx

Monday, September 9, 2013

Is This Supposed to be a Joke? 'Cause It's NOT Funny.

On the one hand, you don't want to believe that your own relatives would want to do something like this. Certainly not on purpose. But at the same time, you know them well enough that the situation seems very plausible and you can't force yourself to be surprised.

What is with this family?

My uncle is a contractor. He was the one who did the majority of the renovations to our house in 2010. However, there were a few things left unfinished that we needed him to take care of before we got our house on the market. My mother asked him to handle these things in February, to which he replied that he had a few jobs to finish up before hand. No big deal. Except, February is long gone and he STILL hasn't come to do what he said he was going to. He doesn't have time to fix the ceiling in our garage, but he does have time to drop over and cut my grass (after yelling at me for not getting out at the crack of eight in the morning) for three hours. >.>

While that may be irritating, that's not the cause of my current frustration. We got someone else to fix the ceiling. There was one other thing that my uncle "took care of" for us. We have an out building-- it used to have a pool in it but it's been long filled in. Anyway, the realtor said that we needed to have access to the building, which was a problem since it had been boarded up after some neighborhood brats decided to trespass and blab to their moms about it. Wouldn't ya know, the police were called in to threaten us with a heavy fine if we didn't close off the "dangerous space." Anyway, now that the building needs to be open again, we had to put a door on-- with a lock, obviously-- and we had to practically beg my uncle to do so. He did, and handed us the keys, saying they worked just fine and see you later, etc. We handed off the spare keys to the realtor...

They're the wrong keys. So, in other words, my uncle lied to us, knowing full well that the realtor wouldn't be able to show that building to potential buyers, which could be a deal breaker for many. Maybe it was an accident, and I'd like to believe that it was but... Our relatives have made it quite clear that they're against our moving. (Why it's any of their business I'm not sure.) Knowing that, and how childish and immature these people are known for being... I can't shake the feeling that this was done on purpose.

That's pretty low. To say your doing a favor for your family, then outright lie to them about it so they can't do something you're against. He even accepted the money we paid him for putting the door on. Like it was nothing. Man. Can't even trust my own family anymore, how sad is that?

Ciao,
Lynx
"The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool."
                                                                  --Stephen King