I'm going to Hell...
Can't stand days that begin really, really good and end with someone you know telling you you're going to Hell. If anyone's wondering why that happened, just read the last part of this. If you're interested and want to know everything else, read away.
Today started out good. School was fun. Joking with friends. Got to eat Dairy Queen, their burgers suck but their fries and Moolattes are awesome. So that was good. Got to sleep in the van on the way home because my mom didn't feel like letting me drive since it was raining.
Home was cool, the time I was there. We left for church. That was cool, a bit creepy, though. The lights went out and they went PSYCHO! I mean PSYCHO. They were all yelling and screaming and many of them apparently thought they were talking in tongues. Sounded like one guy was singing MmmBop, if you ask me. Another guy was singing another song and this one guy I swear he was singing the La Bamba. But yea. That wasn't half bad. I went deaf, though. Or should be, considering how loud they were.
Then they wanted us to hug and shake hands. I don't mind hugging anymore, not as much as I used to. But shaking hands? My hands sweat too much. I know it's gross, if I could, I'd stop it, but I have no choice, it won't stop. But this one lady wanted to shake hands. I tried to get out of it, but she insisted. Then she went, "EW!" And went on about how my hands were so sweaty. I just had to get out of that church and away from those people. They were beginning to get on my nerves.
Then we got home. Amanda was on the computer, Danny was watching TeeVee on one TeeVee then my brother and I got stuck with the other one. He turned it to Gospel. Now, I don't mind it if it's certain types. But not -that- type. It's so dull and not at all appealing. So I asked him nicely to turn it. What's he do? Freaks out and tells me I'm going to Hell. Now, that wouldn't be so bad if he didn't say it to me repeatedly and that he prays my children are mentally, physically challenged or some other horrible thing. And it hurts. I'm not mean to him to that extreme. Then when I'm crying and telling him to stop saying it he starts LAUGHING! Trying to say it was a joke. THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU FUCKING JOKE ABOUT, DIPSHIT!
Now I'm waiting on three tylenol PMs to kick in. Should have taken more. >.< I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I think I'll end up strangling someone with how sucky things have been lately. Well, not really all that sucky. Most things have been great, but some things haven't. Like every single guy I started liking either disappeared from the face of the Earth or meets some new chick and falls for them. Then forgets that I exist.
Then there's the fact that I know a friend of mine likes me. I really do know. But... I don't like him in that way. I like him as a friend. And it's killing me that I don't. I know he's trying so hard to get me to. But... It's not working. And I still want to be his friends. But I'm not going to use the whole, "Let's just be friends" line on him because I think that maybe I might start having feelings back and then I'll want to beat myself senseless because if I use that line, I know I'll just probably kill our friendship and everything else, and I don't want to do that.
And I'm realising once again that school is my escape. I don't know what I'll do when I graduate. Pray I get a job before I do, probably. Because then, when I graduate I can dedicate my free-time to it and tell my family to fuck off. Or at least those who tell me I'm going to Hell.
Today started out good. School was fun. Joking with friends. Got to eat Dairy Queen, their burgers suck but their fries and Moolattes are awesome. So that was good. Got to sleep in the van on the way home because my mom didn't feel like letting me drive since it was raining.
Home was cool, the time I was there. We left for church. That was cool, a bit creepy, though. The lights went out and they went PSYCHO! I mean PSYCHO. They were all yelling and screaming and many of them apparently thought they were talking in tongues. Sounded like one guy was singing MmmBop, if you ask me. Another guy was singing another song and this one guy I swear he was singing the La Bamba. But yea. That wasn't half bad. I went deaf, though. Or should be, considering how loud they were.
Then they wanted us to hug and shake hands. I don't mind hugging anymore, not as much as I used to. But shaking hands? My hands sweat too much. I know it's gross, if I could, I'd stop it, but I have no choice, it won't stop. But this one lady wanted to shake hands. I tried to get out of it, but she insisted. Then she went, "EW!" And went on about how my hands were so sweaty. I just had to get out of that church and away from those people. They were beginning to get on my nerves.
Then we got home. Amanda was on the computer, Danny was watching TeeVee on one TeeVee then my brother and I got stuck with the other one. He turned it to Gospel. Now, I don't mind it if it's certain types. But not -that- type. It's so dull and not at all appealing. So I asked him nicely to turn it. What's he do? Freaks out and tells me I'm going to Hell. Now, that wouldn't be so bad if he didn't say it to me repeatedly and that he prays my children are mentally, physically challenged or some other horrible thing. And it hurts. I'm not mean to him to that extreme. Then when I'm crying and telling him to stop saying it he starts LAUGHING! Trying to say it was a joke. THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU FUCKING JOKE ABOUT, DIPSHIT!
Now I'm waiting on three tylenol PMs to kick in. Should have taken more. >.< I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I think I'll end up strangling someone with how sucky things have been lately. Well, not really all that sucky. Most things have been great, but some things haven't. Like every single guy I started liking either disappeared from the face of the Earth or meets some new chick and falls for them. Then forgets that I exist.
Then there's the fact that I know a friend of mine likes me. I really do know. But... I don't like him in that way. I like him as a friend. And it's killing me that I don't. I know he's trying so hard to get me to. But... It's not working. And I still want to be his friends. But I'm not going to use the whole, "Let's just be friends" line on him because I think that maybe I might start having feelings back and then I'll want to beat myself senseless because if I use that line, I know I'll just probably kill our friendship and everything else, and I don't want to do that.
And I'm realising once again that school is my escape. I don't know what I'll do when I graduate. Pray I get a job before I do, probably. Because then, when I graduate I can dedicate my free-time to it and tell my family to fuck off. Or at least those who tell me I'm going to Hell.