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so today my dad couldnt come get me so i went to barnes and noble to read magazines rather than come home by bus as its nice to get nice quit time, as my house is never quit.
and then i noticed really funny things about people.
so, im sitting there right just reading a nice article on drew barrymore in glamor when this random dude walks up to me and asks me if i have seen the movie passion. i was like no... and then he was like have you thought about it? and i was like well a little i guess... and he was like oh well we r giving free tickets for the 7 o clock showing at columbus tonight. and so i decided to at least pretend i was interested so i was like oh really? thats cool. and he was like and then after wards u can come to this party going on tomorrow night. and this lady sitting next to me interjects and is like oh i saw it last night and the audience was so upset, bc the movie just got cut off and we all wanted our money back, so they gave out free movie tickets at the end. and she goes on to say how much it moved and that i really should go. and so the guy is like ill be right back let me get u the directions to the party. and so the lady goes on to tell me how she cried and then i told her i wasnt sure if i wanted to see it since it is so gruesome and goes on to say everyone really needs to see it bc it shows how the jews didnt kill jesus, it was us as a human race. so then the guy comes back and gives me the flyer and then is like oh im luke by the way and bla bla bla. then he leaves and the lady is like oh thats a nice boy to introduce himself and all that, that would make a nice future husband someday. i laughed. and then i went bak to my reading and then she stops her reading to tell me her frustrations of what doctors dont tell their patients bc she was doing all this research bc her sister has cancer, and then she stopped her reading to tell me some more stuff about how she has this gastric disease...ok a little tmi right there!
and then im waiting in that little area between the two entrence doors of barnes and noble waiting for my dad and the weirdest people pass by me. this one old dude walks out and as he goes he says "jesus rules" and then some other lady walks in and sees the cheesecake sighn and goes, "oh look cheesecake, yummy," and she most deffinatly was not talking to me. hahahaha. people amuse me.
so today was perhaps the most depressing day ever. i wake up get dressed then see that my dad is still asleep and its 6:40 so i go in there and im like u do know u need to take me to school right? and hes like oh man, well tell me when ur ready so then i do and hes still in bed so i yell to him to get up we need to leave. and he takes this as an attitude problem. and then he is downstairs asking me why i didnt tell him last night when he asked me if i needed a ride anywhere and he gets so pissed bc he keeps saying the question over and over again bc im not answering, well news flash i cant answer it when ur still effing talking and not listening! so i answer it yellin at the top of my cracked voice to be heard over his repetion of the question that when he asked i got the impression that the meant for afterschool like grease and assumed that he knew he needed to bring me to school since my mother wrote down on his note. damnit he listen to no one, not even when it is in fucking writing. then he gets mad bc of my yelling and says o thats it u need to clean ur room. and its effing 10 till 7, hello class starts at 720 dumbass! so of course im in histerics(which he finds to be funny) bc im going to be late and so i yell at him some run downstairs grab my brekfast drink yell for him to come down and as a reflex of my anger(bc i tend to fling my arms involuntarily) i fling the drink into the wall and well it explodes and it was nasty so then im yelling at my dad about how he made me do this and all the while he is tieing his shoes not giving a shit that there is peach shit everywhere, i dont think he even noticed, that oblivious basterd. so then we r in the car and he precedes to go on about how its my fault i didnt have breakfast bc i am a vegitarian and i need protein, what that has to do with me throwing my brekfast at the wall i dont know. so now after all this screaming and crying, my face is red and ugly so im like i cant hide this i look like crap i can do this i cant go in. so im sitting in the car with for 5 min at school just trying to pull myself together and telling him how its his fault that i am ugly and blocthy. fun stuff. i go into school, in the bathroom to use my makeup skills to cover up the tear riden face. haha, course it didnt work too well seeing as i still had a sad face on lol.
and then tonight i was totally siked bc id get a break from my dad and get to hang out w/ the coolest people ever at west side story, but then my uncle decided that he couldnt take another day w/ children or something and needed a break and he was all like u can drive me or ill just walk but im not staying bla bla bla so my dad drove him to the bus stop. and then like an hourish later he calls and asks to be taken home, had we known he was only going to be gone for an hour i could have fucking gone grrrr. and he came back he was in such a different mood(u know a good one, not a drunk one) so i dunno maybe he wasnt drinking but everyone did think so...i hope he wasnt bc he was doing really well w/ it. but oh well im ok.
and then i noticed really funny things about people.
so, im sitting there right just reading a nice article on drew barrymore in glamor when this random dude walks up to me and asks me if i have seen the movie passion. i was like no... and then he was like have you thought about it? and i was like well a little i guess... and he was like oh well we r giving free tickets for the 7 o clock showing at columbus tonight. and so i decided to at least pretend i was interested so i was like oh really? thats cool. and he was like and then after wards u can come to this party going on tomorrow night. and this lady sitting next to me interjects and is like oh i saw it last night and the audience was so upset, bc the movie just got cut off and we all wanted our money back, so they gave out free movie tickets at the end. and she goes on to say how much it moved and that i really should go. and so the guy is like ill be right back let me get u the directions to the party. and so the lady goes on to tell me how she cried and then i told her i wasnt sure if i wanted to see it since it is so gruesome and goes on to say everyone really needs to see it bc it shows how the jews didnt kill jesus, it was us as a human race. so then the guy comes back and gives me the flyer and then is like oh im luke by the way and bla bla bla. then he leaves and the lady is like oh thats a nice boy to introduce himself and all that, that would make a nice future husband someday. i laughed. and then i went bak to my reading and then she stops her reading to tell me her frustrations of what doctors dont tell their patients bc she was doing all this research bc her sister has cancer, and then she stopped her reading to tell me some more stuff about how she has this gastric disease...ok a little tmi right there!
and then im waiting in that little area between the two entrence doors of barnes and noble waiting for my dad and the weirdest people pass by me. this one old dude walks out and as he goes he says "jesus rules" and then some other lady walks in and sees the cheesecake sighn and goes, "oh look cheesecake, yummy," and she most deffinatly was not talking to me. hahahaha. people amuse me.
so today was perhaps the most depressing day ever. i wake up get dressed then see that my dad is still asleep and its 6:40 so i go in there and im like u do know u need to take me to school right? and hes like oh man, well tell me when ur ready so then i do and hes still in bed so i yell to him to get up we need to leave. and he takes this as an attitude problem. and then he is downstairs asking me why i didnt tell him last night when he asked me if i needed a ride anywhere and he gets so pissed bc he keeps saying the question over and over again bc im not answering, well news flash i cant answer it when ur still effing talking and not listening! so i answer it yellin at the top of my cracked voice to be heard over his repetion of the question that when he asked i got the impression that the meant for afterschool like grease and assumed that he knew he needed to bring me to school since my mother wrote down on his note. damnit he listen to no one, not even when it is in fucking writing. then he gets mad bc of my yelling and says o thats it u need to clean ur room. and its effing 10 till 7, hello class starts at 720 dumbass! so of course im in histerics(which he finds to be funny) bc im going to be late and so i yell at him some run downstairs grab my brekfast drink yell for him to come down and as a reflex of my anger(bc i tend to fling my arms involuntarily) i fling the drink into the wall and well it explodes and it was nasty so then im yelling at my dad about how he made me do this and all the while he is tieing his shoes not giving a shit that there is peach shit everywhere, i dont think he even noticed, that oblivious basterd. so then we r in the car and he precedes to go on about how its my fault i didnt have breakfast bc i am a vegitarian and i need protein, what that has to do with me throwing my brekfast at the wall i dont know. so now after all this screaming and crying, my face is red and ugly so im like i cant hide this i look like crap i can do this i cant go in. so im sitting in the car with for 5 min at school just trying to pull myself together and telling him how its his fault that i am ugly and blocthy. fun stuff. i go into school, in the bathroom to use my makeup skills to cover up the tear riden face. haha, course it didnt work too well seeing as i still had a sad face on lol.
and then tonight i was totally siked bc id get a break from my dad and get to hang out w/ the coolest people ever at west side story, but then my uncle decided that he couldnt take another day w/ children or something and needed a break and he was all like u can drive me or ill just walk but im not staying bla bla bla so my dad drove him to the bus stop. and then like an hourish later he calls and asks to be taken home, had we known he was only going to be gone for an hour i could have fucking gone grrrr. and he came back he was in such a different mood(u know a good one, not a drunk one) so i dunno maybe he wasnt drinking but everyone did think so...i hope he wasnt bc he was doing really well w/ it. but oh well im ok.