If I Lose My Temper, You Lose Your Head! Understand?
Ughh...
So.
Today wasn't so bad.
Boring. Repetative. I'm so fucking tired of life.
But not so bad.
We played Tennis in PE, as usual.
Chey and I were doing our little play fighting, as usual.
But I don't think I know her well enough to tell if it's a joke.
I find myself really annoying, and when I play the joking around insult game, I can never tell if the people really mean what they say. They could have really gotten tired of me, right?
So I got all weird. And I wouldn't open her locker. And I think she got mad. I don't know. We didn't really say anything about it. We just went to lunch and acted like things weren't weird. But I think they were.
Anyways... Then I had French and Math. Not good classes to have when you're already kinda stressed.
'Cause the thought of Chey really hating me... That's VERY stressful.
And then in math I just thought about how pointless life is. I really don't see why any of it matters. But it didn't help my mood.
So then I rode the bus home. I got to talk to Danielle. We're going to the Street To Nowhere show tomorrow.
If my mom doesn't let me go, I'll scream. Probably at her. Consequences be damned. I'm going to that concert.
So anyways... I didn't want to wait for the bus to go all the way to the middle school and finally get to my house half an hour lately. So Danielle suggested I walk. And I agreed.
Well, I'm not good with excercise. But I wanted to get home as quickly as possible, so I basically powerwalked the whole way.
20 minutes.
With my backpack on and full of books.
In my vans, which definately aren't good walking shoes.
The idea of walking all the way was not a great one...
And I had to work myself up to motivate me...
Plus all the stress I had already...
Not a good combination.
So I was all angry when I got home.
And I got on the computer.
And Danielle added me to her friends on her LiveJournal.
I'm not sure what to expect from it...
And then I talked to Chey.
And of course I was all pissy because I was already angry.
"Well I didn't do anything to you. So why am I getting treated like I did something wrong?" Were her exact words.
Great.
So then she was annoyed with me.
Which adds to the stress level.
And then my brother came home and pounded on the sliding glass door for me to let him in.
And I was tired, so I didn't feel like moving.
After banging on the door for about ten minutes (god, just fucking give up already!) He finally went around and came in through the front door.
And then he stomped around the house all angry.
And I screamed at him.
I meaned SCREAMED. Like... REALLY REALLY loud.
And I'm pretty loud as it is.
He stopped pretty soon after that.
I get angry too easily.
Like my dad.
Great.
I'm just a natural bitch.
I told Danielle that once and she just laughed.
But it's true.
I enjoy making other people feel bad.
Maybe because it means they actually care about what I think.
I don't know. But i'm a bitch.
I am sorry, though.
I'm very sorry to Chey, who I don't even have the guts to actually talk to about all this.
And yet I'm posting it here, where she'll read it.
Stupid much?
Well, to end my story...
I feel a little better now.
I'm roleplaying with Chey.
And I'm listening to music entirely too loud.
And I'm ignoring my brother's existence.
And I talked to my little sister on the phone. She's too cute to bitch at.
And I'm trying to drown out the rest of the world and live in my own little world.
My own pathetic existence that makes know more sense to me than anything else.
And I've been talking about myself for WAY too long.
And I don't want to be an American Idiot. (Sing it, Billie!)
And I have hours of homework that I'll probably start working on at 9:00.
I'll be up really late and I'll probably fall asleep in French tomorrow.
Madame will just love that.
Maybe I'll take a nap tomorrow before the concert.
That could work.
On a happier note: My weekend.
Is anyone still reading this? 'Cause I'm still just typing away about my own life as if it matters.
Oh well.
I went with Chey to Sunrise Mall after school Friday. They did NOT have my gloves at Hot Topic, and I had the money and everything. I was incredibly distressed.
She slept over at my house Friday night. We played Mario Kart and watched Without A Paddle and took pictures and played with photoshop.
Saturday we stayed at my house for most of the day, and we watched the Andy Milonakis show and Can't Hardly Wait.
Then we slept at her house.
We didn't go to Winter Formal.
I didn't want to. I look horrid in a dress, and I didn't really have fun at Homecoming.
Sunday morning... We watched All Over The Guy and Bubble Boy. Two WONDERFUL movies. All Over The Guy was this cute gay movie and I absolutely LOVED Bubble Boy. It was adorably hilarious. Jake Gyllanhaal <33333333
I WANT TO SEE BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, DAMMIT!
We're planning to see it Sunday. Me, Chey, Eric, and Morgann. I hope we're able to, and I hope we don't get in trouble.
I'm such a goody goody. It's annoying.
But I try to avoid conflict... It bothers me.
Maybe I need some more conflict... Like between me and my parents... The only problem is they would just think I was stupid and wrong.
dalkjuflkalrjiucjkerlojil;....jio
Fuckers.
Then my mom picked me up because we were going to see A New World, which she really wanted to see because we went to Jamestown over the summer and saw all that historical stuff.
And she picked me up an hour and a half before the movie started... O.o
And I didn't even go.
She was dissapointed in it, because it was more of a movie than a history lesson.
What a freak.
Then I was on the internet until 10 last night.
After she told me i HAD to go to bed at 8:30.
Haha bitch.
She annoys me sometimes.
Like... All the time.
And now I'm really done.
Hope you all enjoyed listening to me complain.
So.
Today wasn't so bad.
Boring. Repetative. I'm so fucking tired of life.
But not so bad.
We played Tennis in PE, as usual.
Chey and I were doing our little play fighting, as usual.
But I don't think I know her well enough to tell if it's a joke.
I find myself really annoying, and when I play the joking around insult game, I can never tell if the people really mean what they say. They could have really gotten tired of me, right?
So I got all weird. And I wouldn't open her locker. And I think she got mad. I don't know. We didn't really say anything about it. We just went to lunch and acted like things weren't weird. But I think they were.
Anyways... Then I had French and Math. Not good classes to have when you're already kinda stressed.
'Cause the thought of Chey really hating me... That's VERY stressful.
And then in math I just thought about how pointless life is. I really don't see why any of it matters. But it didn't help my mood.
So then I rode the bus home. I got to talk to Danielle. We're going to the Street To Nowhere show tomorrow.
If my mom doesn't let me go, I'll scream. Probably at her. Consequences be damned. I'm going to that concert.
So anyways... I didn't want to wait for the bus to go all the way to the middle school and finally get to my house half an hour lately. So Danielle suggested I walk. And I agreed.
Well, I'm not good with excercise. But I wanted to get home as quickly as possible, so I basically powerwalked the whole way.
20 minutes.
With my backpack on and full of books.
In my vans, which definately aren't good walking shoes.
The idea of walking all the way was not a great one...
And I had to work myself up to motivate me...
Plus all the stress I had already...
Not a good combination.
So I was all angry when I got home.
And I got on the computer.
And Danielle added me to her friends on her LiveJournal.
I'm not sure what to expect from it...
And then I talked to Chey.
And of course I was all pissy because I was already angry.
"Well I didn't do anything to you. So why am I getting treated like I did something wrong?" Were her exact words.
Great.
So then she was annoyed with me.
Which adds to the stress level.
And then my brother came home and pounded on the sliding glass door for me to let him in.
And I was tired, so I didn't feel like moving.
After banging on the door for about ten minutes (god, just fucking give up already!) He finally went around and came in through the front door.
And then he stomped around the house all angry.
And I screamed at him.
I meaned SCREAMED. Like... REALLY REALLY loud.
And I'm pretty loud as it is.
He stopped pretty soon after that.
I get angry too easily.
Like my dad.
Great.
I'm just a natural bitch.
I told Danielle that once and she just laughed.
But it's true.
I enjoy making other people feel bad.
Maybe because it means they actually care about what I think.
I don't know. But i'm a bitch.
I am sorry, though.
I'm very sorry to Chey, who I don't even have the guts to actually talk to about all this.
And yet I'm posting it here, where she'll read it.
Stupid much?
Well, to end my story...
I feel a little better now.
I'm roleplaying with Chey.
And I'm listening to music entirely too loud.
And I'm ignoring my brother's existence.
And I talked to my little sister on the phone. She's too cute to bitch at.
And I'm trying to drown out the rest of the world and live in my own little world.
My own pathetic existence that makes know more sense to me than anything else.
And I've been talking about myself for WAY too long.
And I don't want to be an American Idiot. (Sing it, Billie!)
And I have hours of homework that I'll probably start working on at 9:00.
I'll be up really late and I'll probably fall asleep in French tomorrow.
Madame will just love that.
Maybe I'll take a nap tomorrow before the concert.
That could work.
On a happier note: My weekend.
Is anyone still reading this? 'Cause I'm still just typing away about my own life as if it matters.
Oh well.
I went with Chey to Sunrise Mall after school Friday. They did NOT have my gloves at Hot Topic, and I had the money and everything. I was incredibly distressed.
She slept over at my house Friday night. We played Mario Kart and watched Without A Paddle and took pictures and played with photoshop.
Saturday we stayed at my house for most of the day, and we watched the Andy Milonakis show and Can't Hardly Wait.
Then we slept at her house.
We didn't go to Winter Formal.
I didn't want to. I look horrid in a dress, and I didn't really have fun at Homecoming.
Sunday morning... We watched All Over The Guy and Bubble Boy. Two WONDERFUL movies. All Over The Guy was this cute gay movie and I absolutely LOVED Bubble Boy. It was adorably hilarious. Jake Gyllanhaal <33333333
I WANT TO SEE BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, DAMMIT!
We're planning to see it Sunday. Me, Chey, Eric, and Morgann. I hope we're able to, and I hope we don't get in trouble.
I'm such a goody goody. It's annoying.
But I try to avoid conflict... It bothers me.
Maybe I need some more conflict... Like between me and my parents... The only problem is they would just think I was stupid and wrong.
dalkjuflkalrjiucjkerlojil;....jio
Fuckers.
Then my mom picked me up because we were going to see A New World, which she really wanted to see because we went to Jamestown over the summer and saw all that historical stuff.
And she picked me up an hour and a half before the movie started... O.o
And I didn't even go.
She was dissapointed in it, because it was more of a movie than a history lesson.
What a freak.
Then I was on the internet until 10 last night.
After she told me i HAD to go to bed at 8:30.
Haha bitch.
She annoys me sometimes.
Like... All the time.
And now I'm really done.
Hope you all enjoyed listening to me complain.