so... the story...

my grandmother believes that i go out partying just about every night, drink myself into a state of drunken abandon, and then sleep with any willing male....

all this despite the fact that all i do is work, and watch movies with a couple of close friends, and read. that's all i do... the exception being the occasional swimming trip and the times when i wake up at an ungodly hour to take my brother fishing...

apparently, i'm not spending any time with my brother either, even tho almost every day that i'm able (the days i'm not able being the days that i either have to be at work at 7:30, or am apartment shopping) i take him fishing. granted, i don't fish, but i'm there. i make fun of him when he thinks he has a huge fish and it turns out to be a 2 inch long bluegill, i extol the virtues of grilled fish (my gpa's is heavenly) when he catches a fish big enough to keep, and i yell at him to be quiet when he starts talking to the fish, saying "here fishy, fishy, fishy... eat the yummy worm..." i spend quality time with my brother. yet my dearest grandmother insists that i'm always working (only recently has this come true... last month was a very poor month) and i'm always out with friends, and i leave my brother to his own devices all day. NOT TRUE! why, only yesterday i took him shopping with me. i had a grand time convincing him i was out of money and gas and we were going to have to call gma to pick us up... and then i told him that we weren't going to be able to afford dinner or a movie (which is the only reason why he came... he didn't want to go to the mall...) we had a peaceful ride home, since he slept the whole way. it was fun! even for him! we watched ice age for heaven's sake! (btw, ice age was hilarious...)

and then there's the partying... my idea of a party is inviting over anywhere from two to five friends, having sparkling grapejuice, watching a movie or three, eating junk food, and talking... that's my party. but she insists that instead of working and/or going over to sabre's place to hang out till 12 (our version of hanging out: she sits on one side of the couch/bed, i sit on the other. she reads/is on the computer. i read. that's it) i'm going out and drinking myself into a stupor. she expects to find me passed out on the dining room floor everyday when she gets up to go to work! and the only reason why i run into things is cause i'm tired, and i can't see. i do that in broad daylight!!!! before i've had anything, alchoholic or otherwise! not that i drink, because i don't have anyone fun to do it with if i WANTED to...

oh, yes. and she told me, flat out, right before church, that if she was me, she'd go to the doctor and ask for birth control before i ended up like my mother... excuse me!!!! no body, not even people who haven't seen me for two or three months, believes this crap! people who havne't known me for even a little while don't believe this crap! yet my grandmother believes it! i don't even know where she got the idea from!!!!!!


anyway... that is the biggest portion of the reason why this is a horribly bad summer... *sigh* parents...