Friday, October 21, 2011

On the virtues of tea

Sometimes at the end of a long week, the best thing to do is to sit back with a cup of hot tea and relax. But venting on a blog also helps :P

To start off with, it's been really difficult to get Michael to help out around the house. He goes on about how he shouldn't be doing "woman's work." All those Judeo-Christian gender roles he grew up with, ya know? He can believe whatever he wants, but if he helps make the mess, in this house he needs to help clean it up.

And of course we're still dealing with biology issues. Of all the teens I have to work with, Cambri seems to be the only one who's actually interested. Wynn and Anne want to skip the basics, Alyn thinks she knows it all already, and Michael is convinced that biology (and science in general) is evil because of evolution. So, they've been banned from computers and the library until they actually start working on biology. It's times like this that I hate teens. But I guess this is my payback....

Oh, and to top it all off, I'm seven months pregnant. Not like it's a huge deal, since it is my third time. But the raging hormones make it difficult to resist killing certain teenage girls who do stupid shit.


Friday, October 14, 2011


I wonder if anyone in this house ever does it. Seems like everybody stays up all night. And I really don't get why. Everybody just gets together in the library, or the living room, and just talks for hours. It's all way over my head, so I have no clue what they're actually talking about. I know lots of questions are getting asked and answered, but it's like they're speaking a whole other language. I just want to go to bed, but everyone over 10 is expected to stay up and at least listen. Often even some of the little kids stay up.

Anne and Wynn say that I'll get used to it... Maybe so, but I'd still rather be in bed...


Sunday, October 9, 2011

Alone in a den of sinners

Hello, my name is Michael. I just recently moved in here with my cousin, Aria. Several of the adults here have said that I am welcome to post on the family blog, so I thought I'd take a chance to vent my frustrations.

To start off with, not a single person in this house is Christian. The Irish woman (I think her name is Irene) says she's Catholic, but my parents have always told me that Catholics aren't real Christians because they worship Mary. The Irish woman has confirmed my suspicions about Catholics. At least once I have heard her say something to the effect of, "I'm Irish Catholic, so I might as well be pagan anyway." And apparently she's a lesbian. It sickens me to think that such depraved woman would dare to call herself a Christian.

And despite what some people here believe, I did know a little about sex before I came here. My parents spared me the details, but emphasized that it should only occur between one man and one woman within the bonds of marriage. That seems to be completely ignored in this house. I can't tell who's sleeping with who. But apparently a lot of it is going on. I never thought sound would travel so well through stone walls....

And the nudity! My second day here I came down to breakfast to find a naked woman in the kitchen. I had never seen a naked woman before. I averted my eyes as quickly as possible, only to find another naked woman in my line of sight. I wanted to tell them how sinful they were being, and that they should practice modesty, but my parents taught my to respect my elders, so I held my tongue. Kevin (a blond Welsh man) suggested that I just get used to it, as I would likely end up seeing everyone in this house naked at some point. How can these people live like this? Have they no sense of morality?

I sincerely hope I do not have to stay here long, lest I become a sinner myself.



OMFG!!! Rain!!! It's the most awesome thing ever. Maybe we can get out of this drought.

In other news, this new kid, Michael, is so fucking weird. He almost never talks. He just sits there with a look of horror on his face.... I think Kevin finally explained sex to the poor kid. Seriously, what kind of parents let their kid get to be 15 without giving him "the talk"? It's fucking ridiculous...

Anyway, I'm going back to reading Roman erotic poetry, like a normal teenager.