Loner
I just got back from slower lower DE a couple hours ago. I could probably categorize that "vacation" as the most unlucky I've ever had. "What the hell does that mean?" you ask. Well, I shall explain.....
On Wednesday, my mother was supposed to pick me up at 1pm. 2pm came and went. I called her cell.. It was off. I called the house. No one was there. She finally arrived at 3:20pm. At this point I was like Whatever. I'm tired. Take me home.
Later that night, I was sitting in one of our reclining chairs in the living room, watching a movie with my parents, and I got hurt. It was obviously an EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SITUATION. *rolls eyes* Unfortunately, there was a nail sticking out of the side of the chair and when I went to pull the chair forward, my hand slipped and got a 1-inch slice across my ring finger. Good thing I've had my tetanus shot.
Thursday, I went to sign up for classes and pretty much had an anxiety attack because I am so behind. This is basically how I ended up signing up for winter session. I had not planned to do that. It just happened spur of the moment when I got overwhelmed by all the classes I need to take next semester but can't fit in.
Friday, I went over to Mick and Dave's. Played some cards, drank some Boone's Farm, ate some pizza, and got hurt. Again. The pizza crust cut the top of my mouth. Yet another EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SITUATION. Seriously. Eating pizza. Don't try it at home, folks!!! Sooooo, the rest of the night I was tasting blood. Good times. I know you're all jealous of the fun I have. Really.
Saturday, we had our Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, I know that Saturday was not Thanksgiving. However, it was more convenient than Thursday for my family. I had two things that I wanted to make: scalloped potatoes and a pumpkin roll. However, my mother freaked out and would not allow me to make scalloped potatoes. Instead, she made about 8 pounds of bland mashed potatoes. Don't even ask about the details on how that happened. So after she threw her fit, I stopped speaking (because every word that came out of my mouth was taken as an invitation for my mother to argue) and made a pumpkin roll. It wasn't the prettiest roll I've ever seen, but it was quite delicious.
After that, my mother continued to be really bitchy., and I continued to not speak unless it was absolutely necessary. Now, I'm left wondering why I always forget that I hate being at home.
On Wednesday, my mother was supposed to pick me up at 1pm. 2pm came and went. I called her cell.. It was off. I called the house. No one was there. She finally arrived at 3:20pm. At this point I was like Whatever. I'm tired. Take me home.
Later that night, I was sitting in one of our reclining chairs in the living room, watching a movie with my parents, and I got hurt. It was obviously an EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SITUATION. *rolls eyes* Unfortunately, there was a nail sticking out of the side of the chair and when I went to pull the chair forward, my hand slipped and got a 1-inch slice across my ring finger. Good thing I've had my tetanus shot.
Thursday, I went to sign up for classes and pretty much had an anxiety attack because I am so behind. This is basically how I ended up signing up for winter session. I had not planned to do that. It just happened spur of the moment when I got overwhelmed by all the classes I need to take next semester but can't fit in.
Friday, I went over to Mick and Dave's. Played some cards, drank some Boone's Farm, ate some pizza, and got hurt. Again. The pizza crust cut the top of my mouth. Yet another EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SITUATION. Seriously. Eating pizza. Don't try it at home, folks!!! Sooooo, the rest of the night I was tasting blood. Good times. I know you're all jealous of the fun I have. Really.
Saturday, we had our Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, I know that Saturday was not Thanksgiving. However, it was more convenient than Thursday for my family. I had two things that I wanted to make: scalloped potatoes and a pumpkin roll. However, my mother freaked out and would not allow me to make scalloped potatoes. Instead, she made about 8 pounds of bland mashed potatoes. Don't even ask about the details on how that happened. So after she threw her fit, I stopped speaking (because every word that came out of my mouth was taken as an invitation for my mother to argue) and made a pumpkin roll. It wasn't the prettiest roll I've ever seen, but it was quite delicious.
After that, my mother continued to be really bitchy., and I continued to not speak unless it was absolutely necessary. Now, I'm left wondering why I always forget that I hate being at home.