Let there (not) be rain... Oh crap.

So, I haven't posted like I've been wanting to. I've got a good reason though: My room exploded.

Well, actually, I'm lying.
And it all starts on July 3rd with the broken toilet in my parents' bathroom.
I live, literally, right underneath their bathroom floor. So my brother decides to use their toilet and doesn't realize that it will run and run and run, filling up the toilet to overflowing.
It does, of course.
FML.

It overflowed for an hour, all the time nobody realizing it. It totally ruined the carpeting and floor that the initial (idiotic) owners installed in the bathroom (why would you do that?!). We thought it only got there, and had fans on all day to take care of the problem.

So I come home from my friend's house, not knowing anything is wrong. I grab a pair of jeans out of my room. The entire left leg was drenched. I shook my head, growling about how my brothers can never keep the counter dry. I tossed them to the laundry and grabbed another pair of shorts. Completely soaked through.
It was at this point I took a look at my bed through the bathroom's second door (it leads to my room, weird layout - don't ask). I felt around and saw that the mattress, pillow, ceiling, walls, and most of my clothes were absolutely saturated with water.
I looked up to see a bubble the size of an inflated basketball in the drywall making my ceiling and did what any self-respecting teenager would do in that situation.
I screamed my f*cking head off, swore, and almost collapsed on the floor.

I spent the rest of my night trying to get anything wet and ruined out of the room. Not everything was wet, but it got to 85% of my clothes (some of which are just not the same after my mother and I washed and dried it all at Launderland), several books (I'm sorry, Mr. G. I'll buy you a new copy of The Shadow of the Wind), Some of my electronics (But thank god Charlie still works), and three notebooks and a folder worth of history notes, story ideas, my best drawings, and letters.
I had an interesting 4th of July party, but that'll be another post.

I am now residing at my grandparents' house for the end of the summer, sleeping in their garage room on an air mattress (rather than my brothers' cracker-covered futon in the game room). It's not great, but it's home for now. I'm getting thrown out on my a*s as soon as school starts, but we're gonna have to move I'm sure. The smell is god-awful and we have no insurance or money to pay for repairs.

I will be on and off, because my computer had a virus months ago anyway.
May I say again, FML.

Bored by The Hangover

The Hangover... what an awful movie. No stars to redeem it, really. I actually wandered away from the television less because I was bored and more because the fat one stresses me out. I don't even know why buy I felt myself fighting the urge to call the police on these fictional characters. Shit, Funny People was better and that movie was lousy.

Speaking of awful movies, my mother and sister went to go see Eclipse last night. Driving by, rather than having to fight my urge to run the children over, I was saddled with a deep feeling of deep dissappointment. I recognized several freshman that I used to be a Teacher's Aide for. Damn... they're all Twitards... figures.

On that note, I wish that my idiot family would stop erasing my recordings. I was thrilled when I came home. I had two Static Shock episodes waiting for me... or NOT. Somebody erased them.
I'm taking a wild guess and saying it was you, Dad.
So stop it, dammit, or those 33 unwatched World Cup games are going bye-bye.

I thought I'd have nothing to look forward to this week, really, except for Static Shock... or would I.

I hope to hell she comes back this week.

Two weeks ago, my new ladyfriend went to China with a People to People group. I miss her like hell. When nobody else will talk, she will.
But without her, when nobody wants to talk, I'm screwed.
I've been pretty down in the dumps these past weeks waiting for her to come back. I haven't even been able to text her.

Symmie says I'm smitten, but I worry and I'm lonely... so there. >.> <.<

WHY CAN I NOT WIN A F*CKING GAME OF SOLITAIRE?! GAH!!!
... sorry.

Anyway... I'm going back to my miserable existance for now.

-S.C. Hemming

A Beginning...

I deleted my old blog in favor of starting a new one. I won't go into much detail at the moment, but it will be a mish-mash of rants, stories, fictions, and anything else I can think of.

What has inspired this, you may ask? My friend, Symone, has started a blog of her own. Check it out at http://dicedaydreams.blogspot.com . Have a good one and get some sleep.

-SC Hemming