Parents, and why they should be abolished

Once again, my parents how shown how out of touch and, frankly, fucking stupid they really are. I am, all things going well, about to finish my current course at tafe. I have been told to go out and get a job. I wish to go back and complete a networking course. They say they cant support me any longer with the few hours i get. So, they told me i have to get at least 20 hours a week somewhere. Doesn't matter where, but i need 20 hours.

So i say, i will get 20 hours a week at my current job and do study part time.

"Nope, your not doing that, your going out and looking for a job in your chosen field, if you cant find one, then you can do your study"

"What? If you cant support me and i get the hours youve just said, and continue my study, why can't i do it"

"Because we said so"

I am seriouslly fucking tired of my parents. It is either their way, or no way. Doesn't seem to matter to them that i am almost 21 and THIS IS NOT THEIR FUCKING LIFE.

FUCK.

ring ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANA PHONE!

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Teh GAH!

Another 7 hours shift without a break, didn't get home till 12:30, slept 1-6, not going to end up sleeping all night tonight. God damnit tomorrow is going to be fucked up. Tafe 9-1, ill leave at 12, get home by 1, sleep 1-4:30, get up and go to work 6-9. Probably sit up most of tuesday night because im not tired enough to sleep at a resonable time.

I am quite glad i have nothing on during the week. Id be fucked if i did.

Something different

This is part of a story i wrote. I personally don't think its all that great, but you might think differently. Also, try not to paint a picture of me based on the fact whatever i seem to write now is about death or suicide ;). I wrote it awhile ago, so ive forgotten most of what happens apart from the end. Someone clue me in later, ok? :D


The Training Exercise

"Tell me again, why are we here?"

His voice echoed through the cool, dark night, the other officers briefly turned towards him, then let their eyes slowly wander back to the run down house. Officer Reids partner sighed.

"We are here because sarge told us to be here. Somethin about a crazy woman with hostages"

"But there has been no movement for 3 days, not even a squeak. She has to have escaped somehow." Reid replied.

"Dont be stupid Reid, we have had this house covered from every possibly angle for days, and we know she was here when we arrived, you saw her with your own eyes."

Officer Reid broke open a musli bar. It had been 4 days since he had seen his wife, thanks to this crazy woman. He was longing for a home cooked meal and the feel of her body against his. He wanted to see his little girl and hear her laugh and see her smile. He sighed and looked around.

All around he could see officers with their guns drawn. He wondered if they were as bored as he was, sitting and waiting in the dark, with no word from any superior officer. Some had even laid down their weapons and were crouched behind their squad car playing cards. He was getting nervous.

"What if she's killed the hostages, like with a knife or a gun with a silencer?"

"We'd have known about it Reid, negotiators have been talking to her all day, they say all the hostages are still alive, and if they are conviced of it, its good enough for me."

Reid stood up, his nervousness plain to see on his face.

"I dont like this man, 3 days and no word from sarge, no real word from the crazy woman, somethings gotta be done soon, otherwise we may as well go home."

Reids partner jumped to his feet and grabbed him by his shirt.

"Are you crazy? We dont even know what its like in there, and you just wanna walk up there and do something about it?"

Reid stared his partner straight in the eyes. Something wasnt right about him. This made Reid even more nervous.

"Not wanna do something. Im GONNA do something"

With that, Reid shook himself free of his partners grip and ran towards the house, hiding in the shadows on the side. His partner cursed and, after a brief internal argument, followed. After all, he swore to protect his partner, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Reid turned as his partner pressed himself against the wall behind him.

"Your one crazy mother fucker Reid, but you and me are good mates, and you havnt let me down before, so ill back you up, just dont do nothin stupid ok?"

Reid smilied but kept his thoughts to himself. Inside his mind his thoughts were screaming along at an incredible pace. He was lightly sweating and more nervous than ever. What was wrong? he thought. He'd been on many seiges before and made it through without any worries, why was this one affecting him differently?

He pushed the thought from his head and walked slowly towards the front door. He held his breath as the porch floorboards creaked and groaned under him. He nudged the front door lightly with his pistol, surprised to see it open. He switched his flashlight on and held it ontop of his gun and flashed it inside. He slowly creeped inside, moving his flashlight slowly around. He found himself in a long hallway, with a couple of doors each side. It was deathly silent. He turned to his partner and grinned slightly.

"A little too quiet for a house with hostages dont you think? I reckon something else is going on here, and sarge is in on it."

His partner stared back at him, unable to believe what he was hearing. Reids face looked distorted in the half light, his grin seemed almost unwordly.

"What the hell are you thinking Reid? Snap out of it right now and keep your mind on the job. Sarge is already gonna kick our ass when he finds out we came in here without direct orders"

Reid turned away and kept grinning. There was something about this house, he thought. He could no longer control his thoughts, and he was quickly losing control. He started having images of Sarge holding people hostage, instead of some crazy woman. He laughed quietly and stood up straight and walked down the hall, never once stopping to check the side rooms were clear. His parter followed behind him, checking each room and freeing the few hostages he found, all the while wondering what was wrong with his partner.

As Reid reached the end of the hall he found a flimsy door, barely closed. He seemed to snap back to his normal self, cautiously opening the door and peering into the room. He walked in slowly and looked around. The room was long, seemingly too long for the size of the house. There were windows near the roof, where the faintest light of the stars came in. At the far end of the room there was a single light shining, with a small figure underneath it. Reid slowly walked towards it, his gun cocked and ready. As he got closer, he saw it was a child. He held his gun firm. He was nervous again and felt his mind spiralling out of his control, like it was being taken over.



Ill post the other part in a few days when i (most likely) again have nothing to write about :D

Ugh

7 Hours. Straight. No break.

I think thats illegeal. Im actually pretty sure thats illegal. Someone get me lifes rulebook so i can sue my employer for being retarded fuck nuts.

Sleep time, even if it is 12:30 in the afternoon. Ive bene up since 6:30pm last night. So sue me.

Bleh

teh Gah!

Monday morning work, as my friend would say, "sucks the fat cock hard".

I hate it.

Whole lot of nothing

..:: Currently Playing: Iron Maiden - Afraid To Shoot Strangers ::..

Cricket isnt back yet, im still going to fail 1 subject, and most of the core work in my other subject is being done by someone else...and not even because im too lazy to do it! (group work you see). So im playing alot of games, till very very very late, and sleeping most of the next day to make up for it. Rinse and repeat for 3 days in a row, and you can about gather what ive been up too since my last post on tuesday.

Going to have to start on entries written by my character, though at first you might read them and think youve missed a whole lot, or that there is backstory that your missing. Sorry about that in advance, but i can't change that. The community im in is very strict on meta-gaming, and since i know some of those people might stumble across this sight, i have to keep the information in those particular posts to as non-meta as possible (IE information anyone could find out with a quick question). We'll see what i can do when i get home from work :D