Fuck you very much.
Today is officially the suckiest day of all suckishness.
First I had to get up a whole 2 hours before I was planning on it. Because my mom decided I was the one to bother even though her husband was already up and I wasn't just to bother her son because he wasn't picking up the phone. Because he was SLEEPING like is expected of normal teenagers at whatever the fuck time it was.
Then. I showered and went to the nail salon place because I'm vain and getting my nails done means I don't have to do shit or think about them when I'm in Florida. That was a failure because I was supposed to get my legs all waxed too (shaving on vaca...no thanks). Yeah...no, wax first people. The waxing was just...no. I tell her I want a bikini and full leg. Somehow this gets lost in translation and she starts giving me a brazilian. That bitch fucking HURT. Specially since I'm all sensitive because I'm going to get my period in oh two days or so. So that was aborted halfway through and she went to my legs...and she missed a bunch there. So now I gotta take a razor anyway.
THEN I go home and have to take another shower because left over wax and the paper thing just doesn't fly. Like an hour or whatever later, I leave to go get my hair done so I don't look like shit when I see all my friends. That's whatever, my hair gets done in like half an hour and yeah. I find out I was there a whole half out earlier cuz my mom lied. But whatever, that doesn't matter.
By now I'm like 2 steps away from totally just saying fuck life because just fuck life. When I get home I collapse and just blah because it's hot and sweating is not conducive to newly done hair. Then I remember that I haven't actually packed away any of my shit to take to FL, and because the light in my room is made of shit and should be returned to where it came from, I have no active lighting in my room. So I thought, lets just do this now while there is still light of day, even if it is that gray light that makes it hurt to look at anything. Somewhere in the process of that my body decides that it does want to give me heatstroke.
And it doesn't help that this stupid house doesn't understand the concept of insulation and my mom got rid of ALL THE FUDGING ICE so that the ice machine could make more.
So basically my uterus is waring with itself over whether it wants to make me suicidal or homicidal. I'm personally leaning towards the suicidal. Because periods SUCK. And I don't even have it yet. No wait, that's not true. I already HAD it. FUCK MY LIFE.
I quit. I'm done being a girl. This sucks. I'm done with emotions and being hot and everything pissing me off and being depressed and being nauseous and cramping and incessant headaches and FUCK YOU VERY MUCH. Where's the nearest plastic surgeon? I give up on my gender. I'm so totally done.
First I had to get up a whole 2 hours before I was planning on it. Because my mom decided I was the one to bother even though her husband was already up and I wasn't just to bother her son because he wasn't picking up the phone. Because he was SLEEPING like is expected of normal teenagers at whatever the fuck time it was.
Then. I showered and went to the nail salon place because I'm vain and getting my nails done means I don't have to do shit or think about them when I'm in Florida. That was a failure because I was supposed to get my legs all waxed too (shaving on vaca...no thanks). Yeah...no, wax first people. The waxing was just...no. I tell her I want a bikini and full leg. Somehow this gets lost in translation and she starts giving me a brazilian. That bitch fucking HURT. Specially since I'm all sensitive because I'm going to get my period in oh two days or so. So that was aborted halfway through and she went to my legs...and she missed a bunch there. So now I gotta take a razor anyway.
THEN I go home and have to take another shower because left over wax and the paper thing just doesn't fly. Like an hour or whatever later, I leave to go get my hair done so I don't look like shit when I see all my friends. That's whatever, my hair gets done in like half an hour and yeah. I find out I was there a whole half out earlier cuz my mom lied. But whatever, that doesn't matter.
By now I'm like 2 steps away from totally just saying fuck life because just fuck life. When I get home I collapse and just blah because it's hot and sweating is not conducive to newly done hair. Then I remember that I haven't actually packed away any of my shit to take to FL, and because the light in my room is made of shit and should be returned to where it came from, I have no active lighting in my room. So I thought, lets just do this now while there is still light of day, even if it is that gray light that makes it hurt to look at anything. Somewhere in the process of that my body decides that it does want to give me heatstroke.
And it doesn't help that this stupid house doesn't understand the concept of insulation and my mom got rid of ALL THE FUDGING ICE so that the ice machine could make more.
So basically my uterus is waring with itself over whether it wants to make me suicidal or homicidal. I'm personally leaning towards the suicidal. Because periods SUCK. And I don't even have it yet. No wait, that's not true. I already HAD it. FUCK MY LIFE.
I quit. I'm done being a girl. This sucks. I'm done with emotions and being hot and everything pissing me off and being depressed and being nauseous and cramping and incessant headaches and FUCK YOU VERY MUCH. Where's the nearest plastic surgeon? I give up on my gender. I'm so totally done.