UGH!
My prospectful good mood has been ruined about 10 minutes after waking up. Isn't that just great? Of course, only my mother could do such a thing so quickly.
Last week, Thursday I think, I asked her to get some pictures done in my Muraki crossplay. That was hard for me to do, because I hate having her take pictures of me. Especially when she ends up telling me to do stuff that's out of character. Which she did this time around; Telling me to wave my arms and such. I mean, since when does Muraki act like a spaz? He doesn't! Which was why I remained calm and stood there with the rose, turning so we got all sides.
After, I went back in to put the costume away, and reminded her that I needed the film developed at least a couple of days before April started. She said that it'd be developed over the weekend. I was counting on her for the first time, to keep that guarantee!
Now, this leads to the reason why I'm so pissed off. I woke up late; Only half an hour ago, which was about 10 minutes before 4:30PM. I knew, if she had done so, the film would be finished and I could work on uploading it. What does she tell me? After showing a look that she had to of complately forgotten about the film, there comes a lame-ass excuse. She put it in her pocket, and didn't know what happened to the film. She didn't say which pocket, and instead of having went to find it, she's playing that stupid game. I don't know where she was all day, so I can't actually look for it. Now, this film had a small amount of my own pictures, while a majority of her own. What does she say? That I should've done this myself, despite me asking and counting on her for that one thing. I didn't count on her for my coat, wig, suit, shoes, rose, or anything else to the costume. Just the small task of deveoping film and giving me the 5 pictures to it.
In a fit, I went to my room to vent out anger by punching my legs. Apparently, there was a little more strength than expected; The left one, from the calf down, has been numb since. That was the first area I punched before getting to the thighs. They're... Probably bruise, but my anger is back in a level that I could contain.
Last week, Thursday I think, I asked her to get some pictures done in my Muraki crossplay. That was hard for me to do, because I hate having her take pictures of me. Especially when she ends up telling me to do stuff that's out of character. Which she did this time around; Telling me to wave my arms and such. I mean, since when does Muraki act like a spaz? He doesn't! Which was why I remained calm and stood there with the rose, turning so we got all sides.
After, I went back in to put the costume away, and reminded her that I needed the film developed at least a couple of days before April started. She said that it'd be developed over the weekend. I was counting on her for the first time, to keep that guarantee!
Now, this leads to the reason why I'm so pissed off. I woke up late; Only half an hour ago, which was about 10 minutes before 4:30PM. I knew, if she had done so, the film would be finished and I could work on uploading it. What does she tell me? After showing a look that she had to of complately forgotten about the film, there comes a lame-ass excuse. She put it in her pocket, and didn't know what happened to the film. She didn't say which pocket, and instead of having went to find it, she's playing that stupid game. I don't know where she was all day, so I can't actually look for it. Now, this film had a small amount of my own pictures, while a majority of her own. What does she say? That I should've done this myself, despite me asking and counting on her for that one thing. I didn't count on her for my coat, wig, suit, shoes, rose, or anything else to the costume. Just the small task of deveoping film and giving me the 5 pictures to it.
In a fit, I went to my room to vent out anger by punching my legs. Apparently, there was a little more strength than expected; The left one, from the calf down, has been numb since. That was the first area I punched before getting to the thighs. They're... Probably bruise, but my anger is back in a level that I could contain.