In the midst of surpressing homicidal tendencies...
Well gee! When I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse on my own birthday than they were last night I find out I'm sadly mistaken. Oh no, of course like every year something has to go horribly wrong. I never thought I'd be the wreck that I was at lunch on this supposed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". Fuck! I get shit from my parents all fucking day! And then at lunch I can't even totally remember how it got so bad but oh, IT DID! I showed up like half way through 4th period. Somehow I felt better in that class I actually put up my hand to answer something. Then after school the fucking bus comes by FULL AGAIN BECAUSE INCONSIDERATE PRICKS CAN'T MAKE USE OF THE SPACE GIVEN TO THEM! So Amanda, Holly, and myself waited for the next one and headed to her house because Amanda needed Olivia and I for her photography unit and Olivia was meeting us there. JUST IN TIME. Anyways after that Olivia and I headed back to her house and then we had to go straight to my dads for dinner because my family was over. I got a GREAT card from my dad oh yeah it read "thanks for showing up" oh that felt great. Then we went over to Olivia's again to open my present from her and stuff. I got another really nice sweater. And ONCE AGAIN when I thought things were going to clear up again NO WRONG-O MUTHERFUCKER! I get home and my dad starts getting on my case about school and then at the end has the nerve to go "oh yeah...happy birthday" Please, save me your fucking sarcasm you asshole. And of all the things to happen just when I again thought to myself "ok Jaret thats the last you'll have to deal with today" the unthinkable happened. I never ever thought my own mother could forget my birthday but oh no I WAS FUCKING WRONG!!! The one thing I was really REALLY looking forward to since she already wasn't going to come by the house was a god damn motherfucking phone call from my mother. Not only could she not make time in her "busy" fucking schedule to come by the house for 5 god damn minutes she doesn't even call or leave a fucking message on my own birthday!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! Then I'm on the phone having a serious conversation with my friend Sam when my grandma comes in and says that she needs the phone to call the airline FUCK YOU I JUST GOT THE PHONE! But no I have to be easy on my grandma my dad says. Would this series of events not drive you into becoming a homicidal maniac or is it just me!? FUCK!.....oh and Krista sorry about not calling today MY PARENTS ARE FUCKING ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!