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WHAT IN GREEN HELL IS THIS????!!!!???? I am not one to bitch about things but about this I must bitch, it is my duty...It seems the god's have all gone against me today. It all started with a sleepless night in which I had a very odd dream.....
In my weirdo dream....
Saira...(my goody-two-shoes buddy) wasn't being her good little self. We were in a weird classroom and she was belly dancing.I sat next to Allia who sat next to Saira. Allia was bored so she lined up a whole bunch of different colored condiments ( there were blues and greens...all colors) on her desk. They had letters on top of the caps, she made the letters spell purple diagonally. After allowing her to feel a sense of acomplishment, I snatched her mustard and ketchup! ( not to be mean or anything, but I needed them to eat my hot dog.) Then Allia and i were discussing how weird it is to see Saira not acting like her good little self. At this point my damn alarm went off..alerting me that it was six AM and time to get up. I wasn't too sad, the dream didn't really seem to be going anywhere anyway.
After that I had to go take SAT II's. Yes I graduated and No I don't need them.. so why the hell am I taking them? Because me mommy said so that's why!! uggggggggghhhhh. I had to hear a lecture to and from the test all throught out breakfast..(which I was treating her to as a mother's day present...she could have atleast stopped...but no...of course not)...and alllllllll the way home from breakfast. Then she stopped yelling about that and moved on to other subjects...Finally some peace and quiet... I should seek refuge in my room more often...but when I do she accuses me of hiding.
What did I do to warrant getting yelled at? Let's see...I was born a girl, to a woman who is WAYYYYYYYYYY to over protective and as she gets older becomes more and more affected by what I like to call "the back-where-I-come-from syndrome" AKA..."the in MY country guilt trip".....Oh and durintg the yelling apparently she doesn't like my pants, which happen to be a washed out pair of jeans. She had the nerve to say "Enjoy those pants, because that is the last time you will see them!"....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
In my weirdo dream....
Saira...(my goody-two-shoes buddy) wasn't being her good little self. We were in a weird classroom and she was belly dancing.I sat next to Allia who sat next to Saira. Allia was bored so she lined up a whole bunch of different colored condiments ( there were blues and greens...all colors) on her desk. They had letters on top of the caps, she made the letters spell purple diagonally. After allowing her to feel a sense of acomplishment, I snatched her mustard and ketchup! ( not to be mean or anything, but I needed them to eat my hot dog.) Then Allia and i were discussing how weird it is to see Saira not acting like her good little self. At this point my damn alarm went off..alerting me that it was six AM and time to get up. I wasn't too sad, the dream didn't really seem to be going anywhere anyway.
After that I had to go take SAT II's. Yes I graduated and No I don't need them.. so why the hell am I taking them? Because me mommy said so that's why!! uggggggggghhhhh. I had to hear a lecture to and from the test all throught out breakfast..(which I was treating her to as a mother's day present...she could have atleast stopped...but no...of course not)...and alllllllll the way home from breakfast. Then she stopped yelling about that and moved on to other subjects...Finally some peace and quiet... I should seek refuge in my room more often...but when I do she accuses me of hiding.
What did I do to warrant getting yelled at? Let's see...I was born a girl, to a woman who is WAYYYYYYYYYY to over protective and as she gets older becomes more and more affected by what I like to call "the back-where-I-come-from syndrome" AKA..."the in MY country guilt trip".....Oh and durintg the yelling apparently she doesn't like my pants, which happen to be a washed out pair of jeans. She had the nerve to say "Enjoy those pants, because that is the last time you will see them!"....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!