Good day gone bad
So today was great. It was summer here in Pittsburgh despite the fact that it's October. Filled up the kiddie-pool and went swimming and sunned before I took Ianto to the park. I took my vitamins, I was feeling good, my sister called me.
Life was good.
Great even.
Then my dad calls.
He was apparently going over my crap grades for the past few years, and just wondering what was which and what classes I was taking now and if I've taken them before and so on. Totally ruined my mood.
Now all I want to do is cry.
Why can't they be all understanding and just say "Do better" or "try harder" and be all positive? They're so mean and Grrr when something goes wrong and I just don't know how to take it. I freak and get all anxious.
On a different note, a friend of mine whacked his head kayaking then had to be convinced to go to the ER.
Boys are stupid, silly creatures. Man-logic can only get you so far.
Life was good.
Great even.
Then my dad calls.
He was apparently going over my crap grades for the past few years, and just wondering what was which and what classes I was taking now and if I've taken them before and so on. Totally ruined my mood.
Now all I want to do is cry.
Why can't they be all understanding and just say "Do better" or "try harder" and be all positive? They're so mean and Grrr when something goes wrong and I just don't know how to take it. I freak and get all anxious.
On a different note, a friend of mine whacked his head kayaking then had to be convinced to go to the ER.
Boys are stupid, silly creatures. Man-logic can only get you so far.