Feeling drained

I just got done helping Rachel and she kinda blew it off as nothing and went image surfing for pics of her boy toy crush 'The Judist Brothers' while I scanned Beowulf for phrases that would fit her HW.

....more then an hour later after finding all she needed but one I got sick of her thinking my help was nothing and her wasting time on the interweb and tossed the book back at her and told her to find it herself.

She said "should I ask the others (family) to find it then"? >.> ummm no as you are in an honors class you SHOULD be doing it yourself not looking for more images of that damned band to slather all over your notebook.

She looked for a few mins and then just stuck crap in the last spot and then gathered up her crap and left my room.



I'm sorry but if I'm helping you with something and you think my help is nothing worth while and you don't show me that you appreciate it then just go bump it on down the road and don't ask for my help.

I'm tired and worn out and feel dead so with bleary eyes and a belittled smack to the face I was not going to take it.

It shows that I've been worn out by my midterm crap and I was just not going to take her crap.....

uggg venting it feels good!


LOL its days like these that I'm glad that I have nonsensical fuzzy eared hats to jam on my head and make people wonder about my sanity ^_^

My dad is in the hospital

He has been there for three days and they say he will be released on Tuesday.

He was helping Paul at the Redwood SLCC Institute when he started having a hard time breathing and felt like he was going to pass out. After they sat him down the people there called 911 and they rushed him to the Intermountain Hospital in Murry (on State and 50-something south).

He had blood clots from his legs move up into his lungs and restrict his breathing.



I'm really angry (more then angry, sad, at a loss for words and so much more that I can't really express right now in words) at my mother right now. She stopped my father and Paul from calling Rachel, John and me and telling us what was going on. Then when she got home hours and hours later she deliberately for some unknown and messed up reason told us the wrong hospital. Only after talking to Paul in private did he tell us that she had stopped them from calling and telling us that he was in the hospital even though they had 5+ hours in which they could have used one of the many phones either in our father's hospital room or the courtesy ones or the pay phones to inform us that he was in the HOSPITAL!

Then only after calling the wrong hospital to check up on him and them telling us that there was no one there under that name and an extensive internet search did we find the right hospital and get a hold of him to ask if he was alright.

Never mind my anger and vent as I have to vent the anger somewhere and this is the place that least hurts others....

..but if you would would you please take a few seconds to either send some good karma his way or remember him in your daily prayers.


I'm still at a loss for words and yes worried at the moment.