friends are God's way of apologizing for family

GAH!! I am so frustrated right now!

So my sister is/was/still might be planning her boyfriend's birthday party at my house this weekend. Well, really in my garage this weekend. She was going to have friends come over and "clean it out" tomorrow morning slash afternoon so they would have a space to party. Then she sends me this text that says: "Hey everyone... The party is off.. My parents dont want me to do it at my house cause they are ass holes and yeah...Sorry if it got your hopes up..."

Kay, first of all, I HATE HATE HAAAATE it when I get a mass text from ANYONE, even if it is my own sister. Second of all, she takes her loathing of my parents WAY too far. I know they can be rather bitchy sometimes, but it IS their house and plus my sister's idea of "cleaning" anything out is just moving all the junk to another area of the room. Or house. Or yard. Space. Wherever things were before, if she decides to "clean" them, they just get moved to somewhere that they are never found again, OORRR they are now in a place that is in everyone's way- besides hers.

Next, because she wants to get her boything a massage from me for his birthday (cuz i told her it wouldn't cost anything), she pesters me about when I can do it and when I have to go to work that day (cuz I do need money for working, and giving her boyfriend a free birthday massage would not exactly accomplish my goals in life) and can't you just wait till he gets off work at 230, and then she tells me I should just trade my days off and get Friday off instead (cuz that's the day of his birthday and before mentioned possible "party")--

Okay it's one thing for me to give your boyfriend a massage for free, but it's another thing for you to treat me like your bitch and assume that my agreeing to do it revolves around your schedule...

Then, I get home and of course I know attitudes are really tight because of the texts my sister was sending around, and my dad comes out and says to me, "Marci's really mad at us; she's been banging on the walls for the last couple of hours..." We then discuss how he doesn't want to have her clean out the garage for the party (for reasons previously mentioned), and how he doesn't think she should be able to have one at all because he got a call from her school that said she hadn't been to school for two weeks (which I would have to agree with my dad because she complains all the time about how she doesn't like school and how she would do so much better at it if my parents would give her more praise instead of their regular incredulous amounts of criticism (even though she could do anything she wanted if she only dedicated herself to it like she does to myspace or limewire)... So I told my dad that maybe she all she needed was just a little bit of encouragement, wherein he proceeded to tell me that my mom wanted to help her get a packet done once, so my mom did all the busy work on the packet and tried to teach my sister what was in the packet so she would pass the test, buuuut my sister just blew her off and wouldn't accept my mom's help... (which made me just agree more with my dad but more frustrated at him because I know he's not going to do a thing about trying to encourage her or help her with anything because my dad's been being a hypocrititcal bastard toward her lately with just everything she says cuz she works at the same place he does and it's just another huge big fucking mess that I could go on for days about but I won't because just typing this about it right now is making me angry at my stupid fucking family))........

Aaaannyways, so while I'm talking to my dad I get this text from my sister: "So now my mom is kissin my ass... The party might still be on so sorry plans keep changing... Im pretty sure its a yes but my dad is hard to crack"

I wanted to show him. I wanted to show him what a DICK my sister is being! God she is PISSING ME OFF!! In fact, I am just going to forward it to my dad anyways. I am doing it riiiiiight noooowww.... okay no I'm not. God I just don't know what to do. I want my dad to know what she is doing because she is walking all over them and has been for as long as I can remember. But I know that if she doesn't get to throw her party this weekend and my dad punishes her like he fucking should have started to forever ago and actually crack down on her so she can't slip through any holes, she's just gonna have the world's biggest bitchfit and whine and cry and threaten to run away and not come home for a night or two until my parents beg her enough to come home that they'll make some stupid agreement that they'll let her do whatever if she only does this and that and this but she'll never do it so they always get the worst end of it but she'll never stop bitching about whatever new things they asked her to do that she's not doing anyways!! Jesus Christ I fucking hate this household! No wonder why I hate being at home and have for a long time....

But it also makes me wonder what I myself must have been like during my whole high school rebellion... Was I as bitchy and dickish as my sister? Did I cause my parents this same amount of trouble and whorish grief?? Were my reasons as pathetic as my sister's? Did I ever make my siblings not want to be around me or do anything for me? Did my actions incite feelings of hate or betrayal in my closest friends and those I loved?

It makes me look back and appreciate how far I've come.
I'm glad I pulled myself together enough to graduate high school. And college for that matter.
I'm glad I have a decent paying job in a career field that I've learned to love.
I'm glad I've come back to good terms with my parents again and that (I think...) I'm still bearable enough to have not gotten myself kicked out of their house.
I'm glad for the cosy bed and clean sheets I have to sleep in.
I'm glad I have food to eat and water to drink.
I'm glad my parents have kept me on their insurance this long...fucking accidents and my stupid overconfidence in my driving skills....bah! I sure learned my lesson. (Thank God for Jessy always reminding me to put on my seatbelt!)
I'm glad I have good friends who remind me to put on my seatbelt teehee! And who also have humble abodes to where I can escape the insanity of my house... (Thank you for being there for me so often. You really have no idea how much I love you...)

I'm just glad that I have what I have.
I'm glad I have you.
And yes, I do have things I could complain all day about.
We all do.
Yes, so do you.
But what are you more interested in--
Being appreciative of what you have,
OR complaining about what bugs?

...What are you glad for?