~*Not What its supposed to be!*~
Wow. Its been a really long time since i wrote in live journal. Like since the end of march. That's when everything went crazy. Since then i have had ACTS, SATS, MEAPS, [getting the scores back was fun too] then i had track going on, went to visit eileen over spring break and worked for my dad. I had the end of the marking period, which all of ya'll no that i don't really handle too well. Then, lets see, i had my AP test. I went to san antonio with the orchestra. [my friends like to abuse me and i came home sobbing]. It was still fun though. I have had lots of homework, my cello solo was sunday along with eileen graduating from college and moving in last sunday.
I feel very complainy about the fact that i have been kicked out of the bathroom. Whenever i go to use it i have someone banging on the door shouting at me to get out. Yelling at me for changing the towel that they just changed, or staring at me while i put contacts in. The soap at my sink has now been taken, and it took me ten minutes to find my toothbrush one night last week. All of my stuff has been confined to a small drawer. I HAVE LIVED IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE THE LONGEST. I have cleaned the bathroom more, i have helped every single one of them move in, and when my parents tell me to do something for my sisters i do it. I'm so sick of them being so damn spoiled. I know that this always happens. But this is getting ridiculous and its barely been a week.
Yeah. The stress still has not left me. I wish that it would just go away. But it hasn't. I think that is the main reason why i have not written this. I don't really want to bother being complainy and pissing people off. Oh well, we'll have to see what happens.
I feel very complainy about the fact that i have been kicked out of the bathroom. Whenever i go to use it i have someone banging on the door shouting at me to get out. Yelling at me for changing the towel that they just changed, or staring at me while i put contacts in. The soap at my sink has now been taken, and it took me ten minutes to find my toothbrush one night last week. All of my stuff has been confined to a small drawer. I HAVE LIVED IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE THE LONGEST. I have cleaned the bathroom more, i have helped every single one of them move in, and when my parents tell me to do something for my sisters i do it. I'm so sick of them being so damn spoiled. I know that this always happens. But this is getting ridiculous and its barely been a week.
Yeah. The stress still has not left me. I wish that it would just go away. But it hasn't. I think that is the main reason why i have not written this. I don't really want to bother being complainy and pissing people off. Oh well, we'll have to see what happens.