This Little Magic's Gotta Vent: Keep Ya Pants On!

whew...been awhile, eh?

Well, I have a friend who has just been grounded for the first time.

Not a biggie, we're teenagers. it comes with the territory.

Anywho, I had plans with this friend for today, being that my parents were going out until late. We were excited. What was better than having a day of doing absolutely nothing, and a meal of Boston Market? Plus, a new friend would be joining us later on.

When i got home, my mom tells me that my friend can't come. Dissappointed, i asked why. Mom told me my friend was grounded...

For borrowing a pair of her mother's jeans.

I know her mom has alot of...issues... but to ground someone for wearing a pair of jeans that the mom didn't even wear anymore?

My friend told me the jeans had been in a pile of new laundry, and in her rush to get to the bus, grabbed the nearest pair.

Apparently, my friend had 'stolen' her mothers pants.

May i comment that her mother constantly goes up to my friend, whether there's company or not, grabs her belt loops and asks where my friend got that certain pair of pants. After much interrogation, the mother stalks off.

My friend has also found countless pairs of pants missing...and on her mother...



So, my friend is grounded. Grounded from hanging out, grounded from a basketball game with her dad, grounded from horse back riding on Sunday, into monday.



My friend's dad is one of her closest friends, but there's only so much he can do from his work.



The mother? When does she have a right to ground my friend? AFTER she returns from pulling all-nighters (and mornings...and days) when nobody can find her. After she comes home and sleeps all day? After she runs around with her boyfriend, while a separation is still in motion?



Its been some time since i've gotten angry...angry to spitting off some choice words i didn't know i had in my vocabulary?

(The only occupants of the room at that time didn't seem fazed. One was finding chewing his rear fascinating, the other fast asleep)

Then, the moment my grounded friend leaves, the invisible bucket of everyone else's problems fall. IMs pour in, and i'm clearly in no state to answer them all. Everyone has problems problems problems, and its up to Me The Great to solve them.

*waves to people*

I have problems too, you know that? My head is busting, my eyes are burning, i feel ready to throw up. I send my dog Dillon to his crate because i can't handle his bark-a-holic problems right now.

Have i mentioned i'm waiting to hang out with a girl that i've never hung out with outside of school with no parents around, and feeling like.....poo poo? My grades are shot, my teachers are annoyed at me, i've got an obsessive stalker on my hands, and i'm in a cruddy play with nutjobs and cruddy parts?



But hey...Some have it worse...



Thanks for 'listening'

=o)

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