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ok so it's valentines day... what else is there to say... not a whole lot... that's for sure... i don't have a valentine and i just realized that i hate what i am wearing right now... seriously hate it... my shirt is too big for the hoodie that i am wearing... oh well it's too late to change that...
so yesterday i was hanging out with miranda and we went to the chocolate factory and walmart... i wanted to just go home and write out our valentines so that i could take a nap because i had one of the worst stress headaches ever... so we go and do those things and i get home at like 415 and find out that my dad is really pissed and wants to talk to me so miranda goes home...
my dad lectures me on my grades and me hanging out and not calling and my grades and me being me... they pretty much made up for all the not talking that they didn't do last week in one day being especially mean about things... so he yells at me about everything and then my mom gets home and starts yelling at me about everything all over again... she was being especially bitchy, badgering me putting words in my mouth... i was in tears by the time that she was done... i seriously couldn't understand why she and my dad had to yell at me twice... i usually get the message the first time...
so i pretty much am grounded until my mother gets off her ass and looks at my grades... i am pissed... they are still being outrageous... i don't know when they will learn that i AM eighteen and i AM going to have a social life and i AM going to do things my way... she wants me to call all the time why can't she give me a way to do just that... she bought the cell phone for us to use when we go away and go out and she hardly ever puts it in our possesion... i don't know how se expects me to be exactly who SHE wants me to be... i am MY own person....
so yesterday i was hanging out with miranda and we went to the chocolate factory and walmart... i wanted to just go home and write out our valentines so that i could take a nap because i had one of the worst stress headaches ever... so we go and do those things and i get home at like 415 and find out that my dad is really pissed and wants to talk to me so miranda goes home...
my dad lectures me on my grades and me hanging out and not calling and my grades and me being me... they pretty much made up for all the not talking that they didn't do last week in one day being especially mean about things... so he yells at me about everything and then my mom gets home and starts yelling at me about everything all over again... she was being especially bitchy, badgering me putting words in my mouth... i was in tears by the time that she was done... i seriously couldn't understand why she and my dad had to yell at me twice... i usually get the message the first time...
so i pretty much am grounded until my mother gets off her ass and looks at my grades... i am pissed... they are still being outrageous... i don't know when they will learn that i AM eighteen and i AM going to have a social life and i AM going to do things my way... she wants me to call all the time why can't she give me a way to do just that... she bought the cell phone for us to use when we go away and go out and she hardly ever puts it in our possesion... i don't know how se expects me to be exactly who SHE wants me to be... i am MY own person....