What a day.
So I feel crappy this morning and get my *** up and go to work at 8:30.
I'm back home at 3 and my sister calls me yelling to come get my **** out of her house. I'm tired and I dont feel well, I tell her. She keeps yelling. I hang up. She comes over and says if I dont come get my **** right now she's throwing it all away and giving it to goodwill. I say fine do whatever you want just see if I ever ****ing talk to you again.
My dad jumps in and points out that I only moved out 3 weeks ago and she moved out years ago and she still has some of her **** in her room and he never did this to her and she was being unreasonable. She says I don't care come get it or I'm throwing it away. I wish you guys could hear her voice. She was actually enjoying this, getting pleasure out of causing other people problems. Being SO controling. I just wanted to slap the **** out of her.
So she leaves and I'm feeling crappy as it is and my dad convinces me to go get my stuff.
So we go over and my sister, being controling, doesn't have anything to yell at me about since I'm doing what she wants. She starts yelling at me to give her keys back and I said you're going out of town tomorrow and I need to come get more stuff. She's like you arent allowed to be here unless I'm here.
At this point I'm not giving her her keys just to be obstinate and piss her off, and I'm pretty sure she was gonna kick me out after I give her the keys anyway and I want my stuff. My dad tells her to chill and that he wont let me leave unless I give her her keys so should relax. So she keeps yelling in my face to give her her keys back. I'm ignoring her and she wont move out of the doorway of my room. I tell her to chill out and get her temper because I don't want to get in a fight with her. My room is really small and I don't want to get into a fight with her there, but I can see it in her eyes that she's after blood. (You know that look, where their eyes get all big and you know you need to watch the hell out).
So she tries to shove me back into the room but my dad and the guy she's currently using, her sugar daddy, (not her married boy friend, a different guy), are both in the living room and they wont be able to intervene if we get into it in that little room. So I shove her out into the hallway and put the basket down as my sister comes in swinging. My natural reaction was to webhand her in the throat, but I didnt want to hurt her, just stop her from hurting me. So instead of pushing with it, I put it out there and she just ran into it. I still cant believe she did that, but I've done that to bill smith's backfist to my head before, so it kinda makes sense. So I'm literally just holding her back like that and she's trying to go forward and she makes this funny gurgly noise and realizes that its not gonna work, so she starts scratching at my hand (the only injuries I sustained). I then used my foot to shove her backwards. (It looked like a thrust kick, but the best way to describe it would be to compare it to a golby no-inch punch. It was a no-inch kick. I didnt 'push' until my foot was on her belly button-ish area.) So she stumbles backward and I get into a creeper stance because I'm comfortable that way, and she comes running at me (I cant believe she didnt see I was about to kick her to southwest missouri, my dad said the way I was leaning back though to him it looked like I was cowering. Yeah, right.
) So anyway she comes running at me (I could have done tacke technique A but I didn't have room to step off the line as we were in the hallway, so it was good I was in a kicking stance...) Anyway, I sidekick her in the stomach beneath her ribs as hard as I could (again, I didn't want to HURT her...(well, I wanted it to hurt her, but not like seriously or anything. I wanted her to stop trying to attack me) I don't know if my hardest side kick is powerful enough to break ribs, but I don't want to find out on my sister... even if she is a bia who woulda deserved it). So she falls on her *** in the hallway and my dad goes and holds her back and I've lost my temper at about this point and I go to beat the holy **** out of her and her sugar daddy grabs me and I come to my senses immediately again. I don't know what I was thinking, but nothing happened. So we call the police and I say I want her arrested for assault and they look at me and they look at her and she looked a lot worse than I did (scratches on her neck, bruising stomach area) and they say if she assaulted you why does she look so much worse and my dad explained about me and karate. And when Amanda heard dad telling them the truth she starts screaming for dad to get the **** out of her house which only served to tip off the police that we were telling the truth. So the cops hung around while I got my ****, and when they saw me throw all my books into a sheet (so I could carry them all out in a santa-claus like way) they had to ask if I'd read all of them. Which I thought was funny for some reason. (the answer was yes). So we leave and dad stops by the door and says Amanda I just want you to know I love you and amanda's like I hate you I hope you ****ing die. And dad walks sadly out of her house. it was very movie-esque. Oh, and her sugar daddy is outside and we tell him what the deal is and to get a better girl, because she's just using him for money and about her other married boyfriend.
So its 5:30 and I'm like pull over let me pull some clothes out and you can take me directly to karate. so I go to karate, get there at about 5:45, and at 5:55 I'm outside because I know without a doubt I'm about to throw up and I don't want to do it in the bathroom where anyone can hear me. (the thought of hearing someone puke is so disgusting to me that I dont want to subject anyone else to it.) Aimee comes out and says can I get you anything hun and I'm really annoyed because I'm about to throw up and I dont want anyone to see or hear me because thats just disgusting. So I say hurriedly call my dad tell him to pick me up and as she walks inside I start throwing up. (I hope she was already inside). And after I'm done for the moment I go inside to get a drink and find half the studio watching me and Dan asks me if I'm feeling kind of crappy... great, all I need is my karate instructor imagining me puking outside. (Who told him?!) So I go get a drink and go outside so I can throw up some more.
So dad comes and picks me up and I threw up all evening (great huh?). I took some pepto bismol, and went to sleep, and an hour later I was throwing that up too. (How sick do you have to be to throw up medicine that stops you from throwing up?) And I took like three showers and my whole body hurts and I got 4 restless hours of sleep but at least I'm not throwing up anymore.
Oh, and I weigh 7 lbs less than I'm supposed to, I'm really dehydrated.
So I feel crappy this morning and get my *** up and go to work at 8:30.
I'm back home at 3 and my sister calls me yelling to come get my **** out of her house. I'm tired and I dont feel well, I tell her. She keeps yelling. I hang up. She comes over and says if I dont come get my **** right now she's throwing it all away and giving it to goodwill. I say fine do whatever you want just see if I ever ****ing talk to you again.
My dad jumps in and points out that I only moved out 3 weeks ago and she moved out years ago and she still has some of her **** in her room and he never did this to her and she was being unreasonable. She says I don't care come get it or I'm throwing it away. I wish you guys could hear her voice. She was actually enjoying this, getting pleasure out of causing other people problems. Being SO controling. I just wanted to slap the **** out of her.
So she leaves and I'm feeling crappy as it is and my dad convinces me to go get my stuff.
So we go over and my sister, being controling, doesn't have anything to yell at me about since I'm doing what she wants. She starts yelling at me to give her keys back and I said you're going out of town tomorrow and I need to come get more stuff. She's like you arent allowed to be here unless I'm here.
At this point I'm not giving her her keys just to be obstinate and piss her off, and I'm pretty sure she was gonna kick me out after I give her the keys anyway and I want my stuff. My dad tells her to chill and that he wont let me leave unless I give her her keys so should relax. So she keeps yelling in my face to give her her keys back. I'm ignoring her and she wont move out of the doorway of my room. I tell her to chill out and get her temper because I don't want to get in a fight with her. My room is really small and I don't want to get into a fight with her there, but I can see it in her eyes that she's after blood. (You know that look, where their eyes get all big and you know you need to watch the hell out).
So she tries to shove me back into the room but my dad and the guy she's currently using, her sugar daddy, (not her married boy friend, a different guy), are both in the living room and they wont be able to intervene if we get into it in that little room. So I shove her out into the hallway and put the basket down as my sister comes in swinging. My natural reaction was to webhand her in the throat, but I didnt want to hurt her, just stop her from hurting me. So instead of pushing with it, I put it out there and she just ran into it. I still cant believe she did that, but I've done that to bill smith's backfist to my head before, so it kinda makes sense. So I'm literally just holding her back like that and she's trying to go forward and she makes this funny gurgly noise and realizes that its not gonna work, so she starts scratching at my hand (the only injuries I sustained). I then used my foot to shove her backwards. (It looked like a thrust kick, but the best way to describe it would be to compare it to a golby no-inch punch. It was a no-inch kick. I didnt 'push' until my foot was on her belly button-ish area.) So she stumbles backward and I get into a creeper stance because I'm comfortable that way, and she comes running at me (I cant believe she didnt see I was about to kick her to southwest missouri, my dad said the way I was leaning back though to him it looked like I was cowering. Yeah, right.
So its 5:30 and I'm like pull over let me pull some clothes out and you can take me directly to karate. so I go to karate, get there at about 5:45, and at 5:55 I'm outside because I know without a doubt I'm about to throw up and I don't want to do it in the bathroom where anyone can hear me. (the thought of hearing someone puke is so disgusting to me that I dont want to subject anyone else to it.) Aimee comes out and says can I get you anything hun and I'm really annoyed because I'm about to throw up and I dont want anyone to see or hear me because thats just disgusting. So I say hurriedly call my dad tell him to pick me up and as she walks inside I start throwing up. (I hope she was already inside). And after I'm done for the moment I go inside to get a drink and find half the studio watching me and Dan asks me if I'm feeling kind of crappy... great, all I need is my karate instructor imagining me puking outside. (Who told him?!) So I go get a drink and go outside so I can throw up some more.
So dad comes and picks me up and I threw up all evening (great huh?). I took some pepto bismol, and went to sleep, and an hour later I was throwing that up too. (How sick do you have to be to throw up medicine that stops you from throwing up?) And I took like three showers and my whole body hurts and I got 4 restless hours of sleep but at least I'm not throwing up anymore.
Oh, and I weigh 7 lbs less than I'm supposed to, I'm really dehydrated.
