Possibly the worst March Break ever

Time: 9:17 PM
Location: The living room, L'etete
Listening to: Either random Disney soundtracks, or random Relient K

This March break has, for lack of a better description, sucked. It started off last week with Giles going to Nova Scotia, I was sick, my eye was swollen up. I was SUPPOSED to go have lunch with Jesse Boudreau and Jessie Robinson at the resturant in town, but Jessie couldn't find a way off Deer Island. One plan ruined.
Then I went to Woodstock last Thursday. I was totally carsick on the way up, having the dry heaves, and randomly taking what looked like Pepto Bismal, but was No Name stuff. It still tasted the same. I never got to sleep over at my step-cousins so I slept on a camper mattress in the laundry room in the basement at my grandmother's, with all the woodsmoke from the stove. I got sick again. My grandfather (who was taking care of the pets) called Friday to tell us our water was frozen. I at least got to hang out with my step-cousin for a few hours that day, and had pizza and turkey dinner. I'll post the only picture I got of us later. We headed home after supper with my dad half drunk and in a really bad mood. In fact, everyone was in a horrible mood, and I got yelled at more than once for no reason.
I took a shower at my grandparent's house when we got home (I'm SO glad they just live over the hill!!), and that felt so much better. I was supposed to work Saturday but felt absolutely horrible when I woke up, so my mum called in to tell them I was sick. My Greco boss, Robyn, sounded like she was getting mad, as usual, but my mum put her foot down and told her we'd been away for the past two days, I had been sick those days, and she was hoping I would be better by that morning, and Robyn stopped sounding all fustrated. She's so moody! I wish she wouldn't be!!
So, yesterday was filled with at least 3 hours with no power, my dad was trying to fix the water and didn't want to get electrocuted, being sick, not having enough to eat, and feeling dirty. And when I tried to clear the table off to wipe it down, my dad yelled at me. Luckily, my grandmother had gotten a huge chicken pot pie from a home cooked food take out place in town, so we had that for supper last night. And it was delicious! Water still wasn't fixed by 2 AM, so I had to boil water to wash up with, and I overboiled it, so I had to wait for it to cool off. I slept in till like, 2 this afternoon. I got up, my whole family was fighting, got me in a horrible mood, so I hit my youngest brother for basically nothing. He was being an idiot first, so I hit him. Then I got up to move to the couch, and I hit him. I don't know why, I was just in a bad mood. We went up to my grandparent's around 3:30 for me to take a shower and do some laundry. I've come to the conclusion that low water pressure in the shower is an old people thing. But still... I was getting clean, I didn't care. I love my grandparents' bathroom, it's so pretty and clean, and they have an inforedlamp (I know that isn't spelled right) in the ceiling, and it's so warm! And they have huge, fluffy pink towels that I LOVE using. Oh, and a skylight in the bathroom, so the sun was shining in.
We came home, had supper, watched TV, and I went for a walk to the corner, taking some nice pictures on the way, which I will also put up soon. It felt so much like Spring today! I miss Spring.
After my walk, and more family fighting, my oldest brother, mum and I went back up to my grandfather's for me to brush my teeth, and my mum and brother to shower. My dad still hasn't showered since Woodstock, and it makes me mad. Apparently, he's too shy to shower at my grandfather's. "Why go get showered when I'm just going to go back under the house and get dirty again?" he says. I was just like, "Why go days without a shower, smelling bad, and me telling you about it?"

So, now it's 9:43 PM, and we still have no water. My hands feel gross, and everyone's in a bad mood. And I'm getting yelled at again for no reason. My oldest brother, Shane, hates that he doesn't get the computer whenever he wants. So when I get my first turn of the day at roughly 8:45, he complains that he wants it, and that I've already had it for an hour, and it should be his turn. At times, I hate my family.

Anyways, I'm gonna finish up here and go watch Desperate Housewives, the only good thing about this week. Sorry for the long post, ranting and most likely not making sense, due to my tiredness. And Jessie R just sent me the link to all the camp pictures! That makes me happier. Oh, and I forgot to mention I can't go to the Open House for sure. I miss you guys!!

Love,
Melissa <3
(who hates her family right now.)