Family is just so ugh!
Sundays i dread because of two reasons. The first one is its the day before monday which, unless im on break or a three day weekend, means i have to go back to school. The second being sunday school. I dread going there. I actually used to love it. Then everyone of my friends slowly moved and thus were closer to other masjids which they could attend instead of the one i go to. I feel like such a loner. Like, every other pakistanian or indian has a snobby, preppy, holier-than-thou kind of attitude and i'm not into hanging out with bitches. So i keep to myself. Its practically school just with clean bathrooms and not much cussing or fights & if you do cuss, it sure isn't near any adult. Like we get there at ten am and then we have classes depending on age level. Then at twelve through twelve thirty we have lunch break and then we get back to classes till two something, which is when we pray. And there's either islamic studies, where you study about islam and its founders and history; or quran class, where you learn how to recite and memorize the quran correctly. So this morning, i definitely was not in the mood to go waste my sunday there. My mom & dad kept coming into my room, annoying me and telling me to get out of bed. I didn't bother. Until like 11:30. It was pointless to go this late into the day and i wasn't even gonna get out then, except for i had to go pee. So after that i was helping fatima out because the desktop was lagging and wouldnt connect to the printer either. They were gonna buy her a laptop and they were gonna use a fifty dollar off coupon they found in their email. I fixed the printer and printed it from my laptop and debugged the computer with norton. So then im going downstairs and then my moms all "blah de blah blah you're so lazy blah blah blah why dont you listen blah its all your fault we're late blah de blah" and stuff. I have learned to tune out her rants for the most part. Then they ate breakfast & they got into the car & i went upstairs and went back onto my laptop and reblogged like a shitload of pictures and unfortunately hit my limit post and then i made a folder for reblogging and i have like 175 pictures waiting to be reblogged when i get home from school tomorrow. But yeah. Then i went downstairs and started to listening to music on youtube from the stupid jadoo box thing we got from some mall last year i think. & I was looking for something good to eat. I got chocolate chip waffles, and my skim milk to make some hot chocolate. Swiss miss tastes amazing (: But yeah and then i looked at the milk carton and it said it was expiring on december 5th and thats tomorrow and im thinking shit! My parents said i had to drink my milk before it expire or they wouldnt let me get my skim milk because i'm just wasting. Like, skim milk and regular milk both taste the same; disgusting. Skim milk is just less calories. So i've drank like 5 glasses of skim milk so far , two as hot chocolate and the other three just plain. My stomach hurts so bad. I mean just ugh. Then fatima calls from my mommys cell phone all like "i need the numbers and addresses of staples in this place and that place and this place too." Then she hangs up on me and i go back to listening to music downstairs. Huzefa was still home and he was drawing some weird monster thing & i liked the ink pens quality and told him to let me use it when he was finished because i still had to draw laura her picture i had promised her. So we're talking and im watering the plants and sweeping up a bit here and there. Usama burst into the house a while later after he unlocked the door and hes like "Watch out they're pissed" & i asked if they didn't get it & he said "nope". So fatima stalks into the house and walks upstairs acting like she's the big bad wolf. Then my mom and dad were like, '' Do the wudu and get your Qurans' b/c you're going to read with us." I go upstairs and listen to some music with my earphones and finish up lauras picture. Then i help my mom marinate the chicken for dinner. & All along, the whole time, fatima has been complaining about this or that and shes just being a stupid little bratty bitch. And i read like four pages of the Quran with my dad being all nervoud and stuff. I'd like to punch her in the fucking face a couple of times. I keep telling myself just three more years till you're eighteen. Three years seems like forever right now. Plus school is a major pain in the ass. I had six fucking tests on friday and a project for science that i did last minute. Finals start next week & i have to pass those because i want all a's. Right now i have an 87 in english and an 82 in math. & Two nights ago i misplaced my ipod when i had fallen asleep wandering around on youtube & everybody wants to act like a little bitch and act like its walked away on its own or i lost it in school & am just lying to try to cover it up. Like really? Y'all are stupid as fuck sometimes.