Aisalynn Writes

I think my mother is having some kind of OCD freak out. She's been vacuuming her room for two days now, and half an hour ago she had me vacuum her bed with the vacuum nozzle inch by inch, because she'd already done it twice and she didn't have an energy for a third time. Yesterday she was frantically stomping around the house with a bottle of Windex in one hand and a fly swatter in the other, and kept saying things like "There can be a thousand dust mites in just a dot the size of a pin! A pin!" Today she started screaming at my dad because he apparently didn't wash his hands well enough from when he came in from the outside and she could see the dirt he left everywhere. It took her the entire cupboard of cups to find one she could drink out of because she said every single cup was dirty even though I went and looked through them and there was nothing wrong with them.

She's rather scary at the moment and I've been hiding in my room or outside, and happily took the errand of running to get her a whole new set of pillows (because her old ones could have too many dust mites) just so I could get away.

She also keeps yelling at me for being tired all the time and dozing off every time I sit down--even though she knows that it's not my fault and it's not like I'm just being lazy. I can't help it, I'm tired all the time and the doctor refuses to up my medication. *growls in frustration*

I'm hanging out in an empty room at the church my little sister works at right now--she watches kids for an hour and a half while their moms take a zumba class in the gym. She doesn't have her driver's license yet, and it's my turn to take her and then hang out until she's done--usually I just sit in the car with the radio and a book, or the portable DVD player my mom bought for my nephew, but today it's hot and I don't have AC in my car, so I brought my laptop inside.

And what am I doing while waiting for my sister to finish up? Working on the smut scene in my Big Bang fic.

This makes me snicker a little.

So my friends wanted me to go out to a club with them tonight, but I denied because, as most of my flist is highly aware of, it's Supernatural Thursday, and my little sister gets pissy when I make plans and don't watch it with her. We've had a standing Thursday night double date with Dean and Sam since she got into Supernatural, and I've just stopped making plans for Thursdays.

But TODAY, even though I told Emily about the club plans and she was all happy I decided not to go and stay here at my parents house with her, she invites her boyfriend over to spend time with her, assuring me that "Tyler will just watch Supernatural with us, whether he likes it or not." Of course, ten minutes till the episode and they're in the middle of a movie, Tyler doesn't want to watch "that stupid ghost show," and there isn't another available TV in the house.

*sigh*

I like Tyler, I do. He's better than any of the other guys my sister has dated. What I DON'T like is how he'll spend all day with her at school, then hours with her after school, then call an hour after they separate and get pissed off because Emily is spending time with me and can't talk. So then Emily feels guilty and sits there and texts him throughout the entire episode we're watching. Shouldn't that need to be together all the time fade just a little after two years?

If you guys haven't gotten it by now, I'm really close to my sis. She's like, one of my best friends, despite the five year age difference, and always has been. She's one of the few people in my family that doesn't make me nuts, and the only reason I come back home to visit. She likes to joke about how I'm the Dean to her Sam--or the Sam to her Dean, considering my love for my laptop and random urge to research things and her sometimes extreme craving for pie. (No joke.) So I don't appreciate it when her boyfriend gets bitchy because she's spending time with me.

Yeah, I get it. I'm pretty possessive and demanding when it comes to the people I care about, always have been, but I have seriously dialed down my Big Sis protective streak when it comes to him--which is huge considering how often I come across them making out and I just want to tell them they are both far too young--so he needs to Back. The Fuck. Off. when it comes to the one night a week I get to claim my sister's attention.

*glares* Supernatural has started and I'm missing it. I'll download it as soon as it's available, but if he's not gone by the time it's finished, she just out of luck. I'm watching it without her.

My cousin and I went to a strip club to see midget wrestling tonight. The plan was to arrive late, stay for the wrestling then leave, since bouncing boobs and pole dancing aren't exactly keen points of interests to us, but they spread the wrestling matches throughout the night, and our friend Atley kept buying us drinks, so we ended up staying six hours.

And I had a lap dance.

Correction: I was forced to have a lap dance. Stupid Atley and his sadistic sense of humor. The (extremely) skinny girl rubbed her boobs up and down my face, turned around, slapped her ass a few times in front of me, then sat down and proceeded to hop up and down on my lap, continuously wiggling her hips against my thighs even though it obviously didn't do anything for me.

Afterwards she smiled at me and informed me that she was happy to have popped my lap dance cherry.

*sigh* At least this night will give me stories to tell years from now.

The highlight of the evening (I mean, besides the wrestlers hitting one another over the head with what looked like the foil coverings for store bought lasagnas) was the stripper who came out in a Gumby suit (Seriously) and dance on the pole in it. It was quite a sight to see.


Using my Max/Alec icon because it's from the episode where they have to go into the strip club. It seems appropriate.

So, I've gotten my little sister hooked on Supernatural. For the past couple nights now we've been working our way through season 1. Our conversations during go something like this:

Sis: Sam has really nice skin.
Me: Uh, huh.

Sis: Dean has like, pillow lips. And really big eyes. He's far too pretty for a man.
Me: I know.

Sis: Huh. Dean has some serious abandonment issues, doesn't he?
Me: Oh, you have no idea. Just wait till season 2.

Sis: Awww, look at that smile! Crows feet! So adorable.
Me: I know.

Me: And cue Sam's Bitch Face.
Sis: His what face?
Me: Bitch Face, for when he's really annoyed with Dean.
Sis: Oh

Sis: Is he going to use that line every episode?
Me: What line?
Sis: The whole, "I know how you feel," thing.
Me: Oh yeah. That's how he manipulates information out of people. 'Cause he's the "sensitive" one.
Sis: Whereas Dean's the jackass. The hot jackass.
Me: Yup.

Sis: So is that Bitch Face?
Me: No, that's Brood Face.
Sis: What's Brood Face for?
Me: For when he's being all emo and "My girlfriend died, my dad is missing, and I just dropped out of college to spend twenty hours a day packed in a car with my annoying older brother so I can live the crazy, fucked up life I cut all family ties to get away from."
Sis: Well, damn. I'd have Brood Face too.

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So far, the re-watch has been really fun. :)

So, my cousin Christina has been trying to get me to meet this guy named Josh. She says it's just because we both go to the same college and we'd be good friends, but really, it's not hard to see through that. Especially with her husband grabbing the phone every time she talks about it and asking me if I thought he was hot from the facebook pictures I saw.

Anyway, today I was at her house and her husband came in and mentioned something about hanging out with Josh and the rest of the guys at the Waffle House down the street. When Christina immediately pulled him inside the laundry room to speak to him I knew something was up. When she suddenly decided she was tired and needed to drop me and my little sister back off at our house, it was confirmed. So it was no surprise that instead of driving past the Waffle House she pulls up to it, parks the car and says to me, "How much do you love me?"

Josh and "the rest of the guys" turned out to be a group of seven, all drinking coffee or pop and just sitting in the restaurant for hours smoking cigarette after cigarette. Josh and I smiled awkwardly at each other after we were introduced and exchanged less than three sentences before the conversation was lost to Chad and Bobby's impression of Christina's goofball husband. Thankfully, the whole visit lasted less than fifteen minutes, but I came out with a headache and stinky clothes from all the smoke.

For some reason everyone has been obsessed with my dating life here lately. My dad gave my friend James the "don't you hurt my daughter" talk because he thought we were dating (definitely not), my mother gives me this knowing look any time I mention the name of guy from school, no matter how unimportant that mention is, my little sister tried to set me up with this nineteen year old she met at one of her band's concerts, but it turned out he was more interested in her (which ew, 'cause she's fifteen) and for some reason Christina's husband Jake is obsessed with the idea of me marrying his best friend Chad. Today he sat down next to me, all serious, and tried to make me promise to marry Chad if I turned thirty and neither of us were with someone by then.

I don't get this fascination with my romantic life. And I don't agree with my dad that being twenty-one years old and single makes me "The Mayor of Spinterville."

*rolls eyes*


Using the Doctor Who icon, 'cause it's pretty and I haven't used it in a while. :)

My brother came home from the stress center, so I'm back home for the weekend. Already I wish I was back at my apartment--I don't have and pillows or blankets for the bed here, I have no desk for my computer, my mother has apparently been lying in bed now for an entire week (with Joan of Arc still in the DVD player, which makes it two weeks straight that she has watched it now.), and my dad has already started complaining to me about how everyone in this house is nuts, and he blames my mother.

This weekend is going to suck.

On the plus side, I went to see District 9 tonight with my siblings, which was great fun. The movie was rather gross at points and left a lot of things unanswered, but I enjoyed it.

I finally got around to updating my fanfiction list, *gestures to link on the sidebar* so now I think most--if not all--of my fiction is linked on there. I had to make several more sections for it, including a link for Real People Fiction, which I'm slightly embarrassed about, but figure I can't deny it since I'm already working on another fic. It's not the timestamp I was planning for my J2 fic, but another AU altogether. *shrugs* The ideas won't leave my brain alone. I have to write them or go mad, and I figure there is already enough insanity in my family, thank you very much.

Oh, and after days of fiddling around with, we have finally declared my external hard drive dead, and all data impossible to retrieve. Funeral service will be held sometime this weekend. It is very possible that a funeral service for my cat will also be held shortly after.

*grumbles bitterly*

I feel like crying. My cat knocked my external harddrive off my desk and its not working now. The computer doesn't recognize it, it doesn't even light up, and it just keeps making these short humming noises, like the disk inside is trying to spin but can't.

I just got this thing last Christmas.

These past few weeks have seriously, seriously sucked. It's just one thing after another, with my aunt finally declaring my mother dead to her and saying she never wants to see her again, completely splitting my family up, that fight with my mother and all the tension it has caused in my family, fucking loan issues again, all my friends graduating and moving out of the state, leaving me extremely bored and no where to escape when my family goes nuts, this thing with my brother (who has been declared psychotic by the doctor and is now on anti-psych meds. When I last went to see him, I could barely recognize him, he was so out of it), and now my stupid fucking cat broke my harddrive, which yes, isn't the end of the world, but it had all of my writing, and art and months worth of time and effort spent in fanvideos and ripping dvds to use for fanvideos and all of my music and I just want to Fucking. Scream. with frustration at it all.

This summer was supposed to be all about calming down and collecting myself and getting in a better state of mind after the absolute suckfest that was last semester, and that just hasn't been happening. I feel worse than ever.

And my mother wont stop fucking calling me from her room for the most stupid shit.

School starts monday and I'm already seriously stressed out. I don't see how this semester can go any better than the last one.

Getting ready to spend the weekend at Holiday World with my family, which means an entire weekend cooped up with my mother in a hotel room.

Thank god I'm riding with my sister on the way down there. And yay for podfics! I've downloaded like, twenty hours worth of Supernatural podfics to listen to. I think I'm set for the ride. :)

So I came home, because apparently I took it upon myself to leave, my mother didn't kick me out of the house (what utter bullshit) and if I didn't come home everything I owned would be burned in the field.

So here I am.

I've been cleaning up the mess in my room for two days now. It was really, really bad. My art was ripped from the walls and shredded, notebooks filled with my writing and poetry from highschool were torn apart and scattered, the drawers of my dressers were pulled out and dumped, my books were all over the place. I even found my grandmother's bible in a crumpled mess at the bottom of the pile. And the book case? Destroyed.

There's glass everywhere. And I think I have shards in my hands and feet still.

My dad keeps going on about how he's sure she feels real bad about it, but yesterday when she came home and saw my childhood piggy bank sitting broken on the table (my little sister was going to try to super glue it for me, to make me feel better. She's so sweet.) my mother dumped all the change out, took the money and threw it away.

Yeah. She's real remorseful over the whole thing.

Today is all about keeping mom happy apparently. My dad is going around talking in undertones about doing the laundry for her, and making sure to smile when she is around and not spending too much time watching TV or on the computer and make sure we watch out attitudes, and really Sarah, I know she was wrong to do what she did, but you just need to be the bigger person and swallow it blah blah blah. She's spoken to me twice today. Once to ask what did I think I was doing on the computer ("Writing." was my very short answer) and to ask if I had finished packing. ("No. Too busy cleaning.") Other than that we are both doing our hardest to pretend that the other person doesn't exist.


But during all this I have still managed to write some. This J2 story is past 7000 thousand words now, which makes it the longest one-shot story I've ever written. (Yay!) I'm still not finished with it though, and I seriously need a beta. Anyone interested?