vacation

So, I'm back from vacation. So, my mom took me and my little brother to Universal Studios and we stayed at the Nickelodean hotel. It was pretty neat I suppose. Probably more geared toward little kids of course. My brother was pretty syked about getting to see Spongebob Squarepants.

Which brings me to my next point. And hell rain down on me when the parental units disagree with this particular section. But, I'd just like to vent the fact that every single time I'm around him, I remember the reason I'm glad I didn't have to live with him most of my life. That boy is a f***ing spoiled brat. Man, what he needs is a good swat across the face. What happened to some good ol' physical punishment? I don't believe I was scarred by any of that, if anything it taught me a thing or two real quick. Not only is he spoiled, but he's completely and utterly disrespectful and inconsiderate of any one but himself and at times just downright mean. I mean, if I even said half of the things he's spouted off my my mother like "you're just a bad mom", "I can't wait to leave here", and there were worse things than that, I just can't remember them right now. All I know is that it made my blood boil to think that he could be so rude to my mom and hurt her feelings with no regard whatsoever. I mean, we were at Universal Studios, we were staying at the Nickelodean hotel not once did I hear a thank you. And all right, admittedly thank you is not a high priority in my vocabulary either, but half the time he was complaining about how he was bored, the wait in the lines at the rides (which were a max of 30 minutes), how he didn't get this thing, how we didn't do what he wanted to do. All of which was complete bullshit. All he cared about the whole time was himself and what he wanted and what he was getting and what we were doing or not doing that had to deal with him. It was all petty stupid stuff too, not even things that mattered at all. Case in point, we had ridden a lot of the rides by the time the park had started to fill up since we got there when the park first opened and so after that we went into some stores to look around at the trademark crap (basically a bunch of random junk with Spongebob and Universal Studios labels on it). So, we walked in two or three stores looking for this Avatar notebook that Corey wanted, and finally it was lunchtime and so we walked into an I love Lucy/ Betty Boop store that was right across the street from the food because mom wanted to look at it cuz Betty Boop is her thing. So, on the way toward the food we noticed that Scooby Doo and the Gang where there taking pictures on the sidewalk, and that was my main goal that whole trip was to get a picture with Scooby and the Gang. We had previously gotten pictures of Corey with Spongebob, Avatar, and some mummy guys. So, the food place was supposed to be this 1950's diner and there was an old fashioned car painted pink outside the diner that mom wanted a picture in front of, and then wanted a picture in front of it with both me and Corey. And all of a sudden Corey is like, no, I don't want to take a picture with you, mom. And all this gripe aobut it. So, we get into the diner after getting a picture of him with mom all grumpy faced, and he sits down at the table and starts griping (cuz I'm just his soundboard when I feel like trying to be nice to him about his stupid little fits when really I just want to smack him and tell him to get over it) about how we "do everything you guys want to do and nothing I want to do", and how "mom forced me to take that picture and I didn't want to". And I'm just sitting there thinking, you know, we've been fucking walking around this park for like four hours, doing all this stuff that's fun, going into all the stores you want to go into, and suddenly mom wants one little picture with her son in front of something she likes and you get all pissy and whiney and shit. And so the day goes like that with brief spurts of him not getting his way for this or that and just getting into a funk. The thing is, not only would he just go into a funk, but he'd say mean hurtful things too just in case maybe his bad mood wasn't enough to spoil everyone else's time. And every time he wanted something and he couldn't have it, his first retort would be that "dad would give it to me". And he'd keep saying that over and over, "well if I was at dad's he'd buy it for me", or "dad would have the money". You know the way I feel about shit comments like that is that he just thinks dad is a fountain of money and that's why it's so great over there, cuz he gets whatever he wants. And even when I was that age I didn't constantly ask for things, nor did I constantly spend my money I earned, and I'm sure that's just a difference in us, which is fine, but the kid is a greedy ungrateful little twerp. He just gets and gets and gets and that's all that matters to him. Which parents pockets are deepest? He wasn't just happy being taken to Universal Studios, no, he had to get all this other stuff too. Whatever, I understand getting souvenirs, but seriously if he didn't get what he wanted it was like the end of the world. So, anyway, the two days passed with out much incident, he got all the souvenirs he wanted (except for the Avatar notebook). Then on the way home, we stopped at Dairy Queen. He ordered a small cookie dough blizzard. And that's where I nearly lost it. I did sort of lose it a little bit, but I capped it before it escalated, which it could have easily done because I had just had about enough of his attitude and selfishness. There was a claw machine in the Dairy Queen and he wanted to do it. (Please note that the last thing we did before we left the hotel to drive home was let him do the claw thing at the arcade - which he didn't win - and also bought him some Nickelodean slime). Mom said no. And then he refused to sit with us. Then he said "well fine, then I want the stuffed animal I gave you back," and mom said "okay". And he replied, "Oh well you just hate my gift!" and there was some more exchange that I don't remember exactly, when I suddenly turned around on him and was like "What is wrong with you!? You just got a three dollar ice cream! We just got back from universal studios and you're complaining about not getting the claw thing when you just did that too!" I'm pretty sure the word "selfish brat" escaped my lips but maybe I just thought it, either way, I was like aahhh... I mean come ON!! He was sitting there Eating Ice Cream, complaining about how mom never Does Anything For Him.

And honestly, some of that shit he would never do around dad, partly because dad wouldn't take him back talking like that (or at least I'd hope not) and partly because right now he thinks the sun shines out of his *** and that dad gives him whatever he wants and blah blah blah... it makes me sick. Honestly, just ugh... so mad.

Anyway, but so, then we got home and I was able to sequester myself away from he people and managed to make it home without incident and took care of my things to do. At which point I got pulled over by the cops like 100 feet from home and they told me my license plate didn't exist, and I showed them my registration and they were baffled, but whatever. They told me to take my Moo Baby out of the back window.

So, now I gotta go eat and done ranting.