If you feel like dieing you might want to sing! Ahaha!
This morning.... awful. The bus showed up more than a half an hour late. Dad just drove us to school. But then it prgressively got better. Today was supposed to be my last day peer-tutoring in Ag, but instead I supervised a test for 4 students in the library. Then I spent the rest of the half hour in Ribb's room. I caught up on every thing on Canterbury Tales in English. Theater was great. I'm directing an improve bit for the show. Lunch was event-less, which is how I like it. I just talked to Jacob (the guy from yesterday who's name I couldn't remember) and Jackie. I'm starting to understand SOME of the things we're doing in PreCalc.
That's when things began to steadily go bad. I'm still lost on a lot of things and I found out after school that I'm making an 86 in there, whihc really should be higher because he didn't count the test make-up I did. The bus ride was a bit harrassing, nothing big enough to break my spirits. I was actually able to get a few paragraphs down in the Princess Audrey (for lack of a better title) because I wasn't pissed off. I had planned to start working for Mom at 5:00 pm and therefore end at 8:00pm. She dissapeared and didn't come back till 6:30pm and by then I had to get dinner. I tried on the dress Aunt Cait lent me. The bra fabric shows big time even with the ones with a clear strap and going bra-less was completely impossible. It looks really bad. Mom says she'll see about finding me a strapless bra. I started working around 8:00pm. She was reading over some of the listings I did the night before (which I was completely new at and she didn't explain it very well) and critisizing me with harsh mean comments left and right. I finally just sighed softly and Mom cussed me out. Then when I was copying a summary on the back of a book (which I believed to have been completely unnecessary) she told me to put the retail price in. She said it twice and all I said was "I know" she fucking bitched at me and told me I was done. (this was after she kissed David loudly about 15 friggin times, making me seriously consider hurling on the keybnoards). Then I asked her where she went last week. She wouldn't tell me. She kept asking why I wanted to know, I kept telling her I was just wondering. And finally I just snapped and said, "Because I was wondering what was so important that you had to go away for a whole week making it impossible to see Ryan on his last week here!" She just gave me a dirty look. "Well, you asked, and I told!" I said.
Then she told me I could have asked Buppie. I didn't even know he was here when she wasn't!!!
And yes, Uncle Ryan went back to Iraq yesterday! I'm so pissed off. I want to cry, scream, punch someone, and vomit all at once!!!!
I can't have ONE GOOD DAY!!!! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????
Thank God I'm getting out of the fucking house this weekend and Mom can't tell me I can't, because part of the reason I'm going is to film something for an English grade!!!
That's when things began to steadily go bad. I'm still lost on a lot of things and I found out after school that I'm making an 86 in there, whihc really should be higher because he didn't count the test make-up I did. The bus ride was a bit harrassing, nothing big enough to break my spirits. I was actually able to get a few paragraphs down in the Princess Audrey (for lack of a better title) because I wasn't pissed off. I had planned to start working for Mom at 5:00 pm and therefore end at 8:00pm. She dissapeared and didn't come back till 6:30pm and by then I had to get dinner. I tried on the dress Aunt Cait lent me. The bra fabric shows big time even with the ones with a clear strap and going bra-less was completely impossible. It looks really bad. Mom says she'll see about finding me a strapless bra. I started working around 8:00pm. She was reading over some of the listings I did the night before (which I was completely new at and she didn't explain it very well) and critisizing me with harsh mean comments left and right. I finally just sighed softly and Mom cussed me out. Then when I was copying a summary on the back of a book (which I believed to have been completely unnecessary) she told me to put the retail price in. She said it twice and all I said was "I know" she fucking bitched at me and told me I was done. (this was after she kissed David loudly about 15 friggin times, making me seriously consider hurling on the keybnoards). Then I asked her where she went last week. She wouldn't tell me. She kept asking why I wanted to know, I kept telling her I was just wondering. And finally I just snapped and said, "Because I was wondering what was so important that you had to go away for a whole week making it impossible to see Ryan on his last week here!" She just gave me a dirty look. "Well, you asked, and I told!" I said.
Then she told me I could have asked Buppie. I didn't even know he was here when she wasn't!!!
And yes, Uncle Ryan went back to Iraq yesterday! I'm so pissed off. I want to cry, scream, punch someone, and vomit all at once!!!!
I can't have ONE GOOD DAY!!!! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????
Thank God I'm getting out of the fucking house this weekend and Mom can't tell me I can't, because part of the reason I'm going is to film something for an English grade!!!