For finally completing my English Literature coursework. I don't think I've been this devoted to actually finishing a bit of homework in my life. I will admit to getting sidetracked quite a lot and there wasn't really that much left to type, but its the fact that I finished it that counts, right?
Because I'm so happy I'm actually going to post what I wrote. I renamed it and everything so that I would be able to differentiate between the two different versions I've written. The first version being the really sucky version. I'm not denying that this version ain't sucky, because it is. I can guarantee you that one. Hm... I actually wonder if I post this essay now on the internet I'd be considered for plagiarism? On second thought, I'd better not put it up then. I don't want anyone to rip off my work either. I do have quite a bit to talk about today anyway.
Well, its not a lot really, its just one person, this one person like totally pissed me off today. And I'm a person that's really hard to piss off, I'm quite laid back in nature, I don't really give a shit about much. But I find it really offending when someone comes into your house, and you know insults you. Or certain family members.
Take for instance my grandfather, I know he can be really moody and grumpy, its one of the reasons why we call him grumpa sometimes, (not to his face, obviously, but its all lighthearted joking nothing serious) but this person would take it ten times worse and say really, really, really mean things about him. He's not even part of the family, he hasn't even known him for more than like a year maybe! That's what really bugs me, you can't go around people's houses and start insulting family members without any respect. Trust me, this person just doesn't have any respect at all for my family or anything besides himself. He goes around parading to be this big person, like he's better than someone else. He keeps calling my sister a slut and a paedophile, he tells her she's going to be the biggest slut to have ever existed. It's really cruel and it gets her down. Then there's the fact that he kept telling me today that I smelt. I know. 'OMG, HE TOLD YOU YOU SMELT? GASP!' It doesn't sound that bad, but I'm a hygiene freak, so when someone questions your hygiene and tells you on repeated occasions that you smelt, it really offends you. I'm really self conscious of smelling, and I hate to smell, and to hear that broke my heart literally.
I just HATE people like that. It really grates on my nerves the way this person thinks he can parade around thinking that he can say whatever he likes about people whenever he does. I know he badmouths my family behind our backs too even after everything we've done for him.
It gets to me.
I know I shouldn't let it rattle me, but it does. I can't deal with it when people are that ignorant of people's emotions. Just because he's had a pretty shitty life (well when he was with his parents, he's gay, their homophobic, they did nothing physical from my understanding besides throw him out when he was sixteen) doesn't mean he has the right to throw everyone else's life into shit.
Gah, I really shouldn't let this get to me. I know I shouldn't let this get to me, I'll only be sinking to his level if I did. But I just need to vent. I really can't deal with it without writing about it.
I know I'll look back on this in a couple of months, years, and think, what the hell was I going on about? But for now, I know I've got it off my chest.
So yeah, like I said, lot to talk about, just not a very diverse subject. I said I was going to talk about the Little Vampire, didn't I? I just don't have the heart to do it anymore.
I'm going to let it go for now, but if it happens again, I don't know if writing about it is going to help me.
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