Why! I Didn't Ask For A Special Appearance!
This is just a continuation on my myspace blog about the auto show, it has stuff that I didn't want for people on myspace to know about. What I didn't mention in my blog was how when I had gotten halfway through the first floor of the auto show, like practically through the door...I started cramping. I was in such shock it went into denial because no way was my "monthly visitor" already here and on the day of what I had been looking forward to since October! Of course just to slam home it's arrival I can feel it on me as I am walking around. Of course I was totally unprepared too so I had nothing to use to catch it. It was the worst feeling ever! That includes the dream where I peed and I woke up to actually find out I peed on myself. Not to mention the fact that I am cramping super bad and have no Tylenol on me and I start to feel faint and dizzy and was alternating between being hot and cold and at one point I was seriously about to throw up. That's why I hate it so much, not the cramping the fact that I am prone to throwing up...eww. That would have sucked ass if I threw up at the show. Then the whole 3 hours I spent on the 2nd level was with me needing to sit every couple of minutes because I was either too dizzy to walk or my cramps were zapping the life out of me. I had wished Brian could have been there to carry me on his back but then that would have been worse cause eww. LOL! Let me stop. Ok so to add to that, when I got home I had to run upstairs to take a serious shower, but before that I went to talk to my mom. Obviously you can tell I am not modest when it comes to certain subjects, so when I went to talk to my mom and found my dad sitting there I just went ahead and told her. I said that the auto show was fun but about halfway through I was having cramps. Then I said I came upstairs to take a shower and my dad was like "What do you need a shower for?" I just looked at him and he realized what I was talking about and he started laughing. Later that night I got mad though because my mom was saying she was wanting KFC for dinner and she said she had asked my dad to go out and get it, but he had told her that we had been out all day and that he was tired. My mom was like "There are times when I am tired and I still go out and get stuff." The sad thing was I could see both their points, and so I offered to drive her to get it but she said no. The brilliant plan was to get me (someone who had been practically dying all day and was physically exhausted) to go out and get it while I was in my PJ's. Not to mention I had just found index cards I had needed for a cheat sheet for my exam on Monday that the teacher said we could use. So I ask her what she wants and she says something about sauce-less wings. I go downstairs and get ready and my dad asks what my mom wanted and I told him it was something about sauce-less wings and that I didn't really know and if I messed up and ordered the wrong thing it wouldn't be my fault because she should have just come with me. So I leave and I find what it was she wanted and I ordered it and I go to Wendy's for everyone else's stuff (of course I felt bad cause I ordered food and didn't even really have an appetite). I get home and my mom opens her stuff and immediately I hear her whining about how the wings are wet with sauce. I was like a lit fuse that went off. My dad laughed he got a real kick out of watching me getting pissed. I started raising my voice saying I ordered what she asked for and Olivia could back me up, then I went into a tangent basically saying if she had either come with me or sent me someplace where I knew the menu better then there wouldn't have been a problem, cause my favorite motto I try to live by is "If you want something done a certain way, do it yourself." So she is over there pouting and I am mad because nevermind the fact that I am dragging my body around because I am super tired and sick, you send me out to get food and didn't bother to come with me to get it and now you want to get pissy when it's not the right order! FUCK THAT! Then I tell her to have my nuggets and I practically have to shove them into her hand before she takes them. She eats about 3 and then says she doesn't like them because they have a funny aftertaste. Then I tell her to have the cole slaw that she ordered, but then she got all pouty about that too and was like "I can't just eat cole slaw I need something with it like a hot dog." So I roll my eyes and just look at the stove while I eat. My dad was laughing the whole time and then he says "I really need to start marking my calendar."