FREAKING FINALLY! I’M GOING HOME!!
The home situation is going from bad to worse. If that’s even bloody possible. I cannot WAIT to get away from the hell bitch that is my mother. She’s a very bad influence on my dad. VERY bad.
Hopefully when I go home things will go back to normal. At least for a week. I already have plans to go clubbing most nights and I’m finishing big with a night at the Marina Bay Sands with one of my girlies for her birthday!! 😀
I’ll need to get her a prezzie…
While I’m in Singapore I also need to get a few scrapbooks, sticky-inner scrapbooky things, my revision guides, an adaptor for my laptop charger (or an actual Australian laptop charger), headphones and all the clothes I left behind.
Tonight is the first night I’ve had completely to myself. My sister is at her semi-formal and my parents are out at a dinner to get to know the parents of other girls my sister schools with.
Me? I’m chilling. I have some chores to do, need to finish off packing my carry on case for the flight tomorrow morning and I have to apply for a few “live in nanny” jobs (because god knows I can’t live here for much longer without committing homicide).
Mum and I have been ignoring each other and if we’re not ignoring each other we’re fighting like cats- as in bitchy swipes at one another (mainly mum saying nasty shit to me when I don’t dignify her insults with a reply). Today she threatened to kick me out of the house… so I’m beating her to it. I’m moving out.
I’ve looked through job availabilities before and quite a few offer free board nannying, of course you’re being paid by the free boarding. I’ll apply to a few of those and see where it gets me. Frankly, as long as it gets me out of the house, I really don’t care what hours they want me to do.
Furthermore, my “mother” has demanded I pay back every penny she has put down for my resits.
I have to pull $500 out of my ass, basically.
As icing on the freaking cake, she has stated categorically that I am not going to the UK for my undergrad.
Well fuck her, if I’m not going to the UK, then don’t expect me home for bloody holidays.
As you can tell, house life isn’t fun.
I don’t know what fantasy she’s living in- that we’d all move to Australia and play happy families and I’d miraculously know how to do all the chores that “normal” kids can do. WAKE THE HELL UP! I’ve grown up with live in help, for 18 years the only “chores” I’ve had were making my bed and washing dishes on Sunday. That’s it!
I’m supposed to know how to use, for example, a washing machine, a dish washing machine, and an iron. Ok, to most people of the world, this isn’t too hard. I have never in my life touched these things. I’ve ironed occasionally, but nothing finicky like my sister’s bloody pleated school shirt.
I got in a shit load of trouble because I forgot to put soap in the dish washer when I turned it on. IT WAS A BLOODY ACCIDENT! I hadn’t purposely not put soap in to spite her!
UGH! She drives me INSANE!
Now that dad’s here I hardly get to walk the dog so I’m stuck in these 4 damn walls all day everyday. I’m bound to this household like a damn ghost.
I have no desire to come back here after my week is up in Singapore. None.
Mum complains that she’s just as alone as I am here. BULLSHIT! She has friends and she has a phone, heck, I don’t even have house keys! Thank GOD the household internet got set up yesterday (not that I’ve had much of a chance to use it), otherwise I’d probably jump out a window.
I’m more homesick than ever, but at least I HAVE to go to Uni in February now and not waste another 6 bloody months here with the bitch queen waiting for the UK Unis to start.
Oh how I wish I could go to the UK. I want to get away from my family. I want to be with my friends. I want to be in a schooling system that is an hour away (TOPS) from an archaeological site. I want to be in a University that fucking recognises archaeology as a mofo SCIENCE! But alas, no, I am stuck here in the land down under.
It’s not all bad. The Unis here are great! I have a good shot at getting into the top Australian Unis… but it’s not the UK. It’s not far enough away from my bloody mother. The pluses are: I can get into a top Uni, I can do a Bachelor of Ancient History (as opposed to a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in Ancient History). But that’s about it.
If I could go to Nottingham I could do a joint honours double degree, BA Ancient History and BSc Archaeology.
But nope. The woman that brought me into this world delights in destroying me so that she can make me miserable at home right along with her.
I know this all seems so petty and stupid. I’m just angry with her, I don’t hate her and I know she doesn’t hate me. We’re just always at odds and this is HUGE odd to be at.
I want to get out there and explore the world and every time I strive towards it, I get stumped. I was so close to halfway ready for Greece… then it all fell apart before my very eyes.
Now? I have to pay my parents back for my resits before I can consider earning money for Greece again.
I have to get out of this damn house. I’m going to apply to the live in nanny ads now, maybe watch some Buffy later (god I’ve missed Buffy).
THANK THE LORD!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re always a day away!
I’ll see you all back in Singapore! Byee!
PS- Chimmercharlie, please believe me, if there was any way I could get to the UK I’d be there. Unless I can get a scholarship that pays for ALL my fees and ALL my accomodation… I can’t go. There’s simply no way I can get there. My parents straight up refuse to pay for the fees and my mother (of course) doesn’t believe I’ll get a scholarship. Hateful bitch. Anyway. I miss you like crazy and you look like you’re having a great time on your cruise! Miss you hun!