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My day it....there so much, I just don't know where to begin. No, wait--I'll start at the beginning and walk you through it all. All I can say is I thought my bad luck was finally going away, but I was so wrong.
It all started with we being woken up earlier than normal, when I'd gotten to sleep later than normal. Then it was off to school, which I didn't dare skip since it was test day. There were tests in every class, and each test was seven to eight pages. Not to mention they all had essay questions at the very end, just to take that much longer.
Now, mind you these tests were taken on an empty stomach, as I don't eat breakfast or lunch. However, I managed to sneak a few snacks during a test, which ended up with Cheetos cheese on my pencil and the test. Heh, I doubt I'll get in trouble for that, though.
Anyways, after that it was off back home, where I spent about an hour doing my various chores, and then I hoped into the shower. After I nearly fell asleep in there, I emerged from the bathroom nice and clean. Of course, just as my day was looking up, I got to hear some bad news.
Now, my dad has this really crappy job as a technition manager or something. Or, at least, he did. He worked twelve through fourteen hour days, and yet still "didn't work hard enough". He got two hundred less a week than he did at his last job also, and the people were pissing him off a lot by being lazy bums. At any rate, since the company suddenly "doesn't need his job position" anymore, they cut him off.
However, this is the great part, they offered him another job as a service technition at one hundred dollars less a week. My dad is trying to get a job with his old boss, and he's supposed to hear about it next week or so. Until then, we're left with my mom crying and secretly freaking out. Luckily we have this really nice neighbor lady who is the mom of my ex-best friend. Mom went to talk with her, with me following her like a lost puppy, and that helped some.
However, my mom is still worrying aboutt he job issue, my dad is still worrying about the job issue (not to mention he's pissed off), and I'm not only worried but pissed. I'm pissed at two things: One being the people who my dad works for and the other being my brother, who doesn't seem to give a damn. The only thing that bastard is worried about is how quickly he can switch between computers to play some stupid game.
Anywho, I just got done cleaning the fishtank with mom (my brother didn't have to help, lazy bum). My hands and figners are sore from carrying our bucket filled with three gallons of water back and forth betweent he fishtank and the kitchen sink. Normally I don't get too sore form doing this, but my body and mind were already tired out long before the fishtank cleaning.
And now, I'm cooking fries that I don't want to eat to go with hamburgers I don't want to eat, whilst the food I DO want to eat is sitting in the mircowave, getting cold. Now I'm wondering something, why is it when Shawn, mom, or dad have already eaten or are getting some food currently, everyone decides that we don't have to make little old Brandi make dinner; but when little old Brandi has already eaten or is currently making food, everyone decides to force me to cook anyways? What the hell did I ever do to them?!?
Okay. I'm sorry. I'm calm now. Really I am. That's it for this post. If i keep going like this I might end up hurting someone....probably my family. My brother to be specific. Damn prick. >>;
P.S. I'm not using the spell check on this post, so there will be typos. I don't care. Damn you all to hell. Or better yet, you all stay here and I'll be damned to hell myself.
It all started with we being woken up earlier than normal, when I'd gotten to sleep later than normal. Then it was off to school, which I didn't dare skip since it was test day. There were tests in every class, and each test was seven to eight pages. Not to mention they all had essay questions at the very end, just to take that much longer.
Now, mind you these tests were taken on an empty stomach, as I don't eat breakfast or lunch. However, I managed to sneak a few snacks during a test, which ended up with Cheetos cheese on my pencil and the test. Heh, I doubt I'll get in trouble for that, though.
Anyways, after that it was off back home, where I spent about an hour doing my various chores, and then I hoped into the shower. After I nearly fell asleep in there, I emerged from the bathroom nice and clean. Of course, just as my day was looking up, I got to hear some bad news.
Now, my dad has this really crappy job as a technition manager or something. Or, at least, he did. He worked twelve through fourteen hour days, and yet still "didn't work hard enough". He got two hundred less a week than he did at his last job also, and the people were pissing him off a lot by being lazy bums. At any rate, since the company suddenly "doesn't need his job position" anymore, they cut him off.
However, this is the great part, they offered him another job as a service technition at one hundred dollars less a week. My dad is trying to get a job with his old boss, and he's supposed to hear about it next week or so. Until then, we're left with my mom crying and secretly freaking out. Luckily we have this really nice neighbor lady who is the mom of my ex-best friend. Mom went to talk with her, with me following her like a lost puppy, and that helped some.
However, my mom is still worrying aboutt he job issue, my dad is still worrying about the job issue (not to mention he's pissed off), and I'm not only worried but pissed. I'm pissed at two things: One being the people who my dad works for and the other being my brother, who doesn't seem to give a damn. The only thing that bastard is worried about is how quickly he can switch between computers to play some stupid game.
Anywho, I just got done cleaning the fishtank with mom (my brother didn't have to help, lazy bum). My hands and figners are sore from carrying our bucket filled with three gallons of water back and forth betweent he fishtank and the kitchen sink. Normally I don't get too sore form doing this, but my body and mind were already tired out long before the fishtank cleaning.
And now, I'm cooking fries that I don't want to eat to go with hamburgers I don't want to eat, whilst the food I DO want to eat is sitting in the mircowave, getting cold. Now I'm wondering something, why is it when Shawn, mom, or dad have already eaten or are getting some food currently, everyone decides that we don't have to make little old Brandi make dinner; but when little old Brandi has already eaten or is currently making food, everyone decides to force me to cook anyways? What the hell did I ever do to them?!?
Okay. I'm sorry. I'm calm now. Really I am. That's it for this post. If i keep going like this I might end up hurting someone....probably my family. My brother to be specific. Damn prick. >>;
P.S. I'm not using the spell check on this post, so there will be typos. I don't care. Damn you all to hell. Or better yet, you all stay here and I'll be damned to hell myself.