not a very fun day
gah.. so today wasnt the bestest of days.. i felt wiked sick.. in foods i thought i was going to die.. we made blueberry pie.. however 4 tylenol and 3 ibprofins later i was myself again.. so that was good once it was over with.. then my dad picked me up from school.. he felt to become his dikey self again.. he was yelling at me about my room cause he went up there today.. who the hell does that.. he wants my vicadin.. but honeslty i dont know where they are.. he complained about my room.. to bad i spent hours on it and he doesnt even notice the difference.. he just finds it necessary to complain.. i hate people who complain.. i hate it.. i think thats my pet peeve.. so this weekend.. tonite im going to my grams.. tomorrow im going shopping with rae and amy i think.. then going to tiffanis birthday partyy.. then sunday im hanging out with will.. its crazy.. today was briannas birthday.. tomorrow is wills.. and sundays is tiffanis.. so ill have some good times.. i relaly dont want my dad home.. its so stressful and its always on your mind.. like i dont know.. i just really cant wait until i can drive.. and i dont have time to be home.. he just asked me if i found it.. when i havent even been upstiars.. i told him im not sure where it is.. hes like what.. im like well i havent used it in the past month and a half.. gah.. hes so unecesaary.. i just need vacatoin.. i need feburary vacation becuase if its vacation and im not going away i guess its expected that i spend every woken hour cleaning.. what if i had indoor track or basketball right now.. things would be different.. id have an excuse like my sister.. its not my fucking fault i cant do them
bye kids.. i heart you.. i love you will