Stalking?
I feel buried. Smothered. Caught between the proverbial rock and the hard place. I'm so bummed, and... I don't think my reasons are really valid as to why I feel like crap. I admit, I do care what people think and at times I may care a bit too much. Tonight only verified that. We were eating at 'Denny's', a place my little brother, Nick, loves to eat at. Nornally, the service there is great, we never have any trouble... but tonight, it was AWFUL. The Waitress we had, called ME a WHORE. I kid you not. I've never met the bitch, nor seen her before. Now, before anyone can ask, I was wearing a pair of slightly baggy jeans, a Steelers jersey, and flip-flops. I had no make-up on because we had went tanning beforehand, and because of such my hair was tied back kind of... well, messy. I was actually INNOCENT, and as far as I know, I didn't do a thing that would give her any right to call me a whore. Here's what she said, exactly: "(This was said to my Mother, by the way.) I hope you're happy, having raised a whore for a daughter." I...just don't get it. And it really bothers me, and I just can't figure out WHY.
Hahahaha, I told a -certain someone- that, and they told me I was stupid because I didn't smack her. Bleh, he's right. Ah, well, doesn't matter anymore now. I'm kind of bummed about it still, but it doesn't really mean much I suppose.
Welp, I'm gonna go do worthwhile things. Shower, clean my room... HAHAHA, eat a brownie and DDR my last breath away! Oh, and... Make plans to meet James Blunt. Which, I will do. BEFORE I LEAVE THE COUNTRY. HONEST. Well, wait... He lives in Europe.... Is it considered stalking? Hmm.. Never mind, forget I said anything...
>_>
Hahahaha, I told a -certain someone- that, and they told me I was stupid because I didn't smack her. Bleh, he's right. Ah, well, doesn't matter anymore now. I'm kind of bummed about it still, but it doesn't really mean much I suppose.
Welp, I'm gonna go do worthwhile things. Shower, clean my room... HAHAHA, eat a brownie and DDR my last breath away! Oh, and... Make plans to meet James Blunt. Which, I will do. BEFORE I LEAVE THE COUNTRY. HONEST. Well, wait... He lives in Europe.... Is it considered stalking? Hmm.. Never mind, forget I said anything...
>_>