the reason for last nights scream of frustration
We have a dead animal (most likely a rat) under the house somewhere and it makes the whole house smell like shit. Now, I can deal with the dead animal because I can't smell it in my room, where I lock myself every day to work on studying for exams. Example: History- We have to identify 184 terms...now if we had to identify mre than half of those terms I wouldn't be nearly as angry. But no, she picks TEN and from that we pick FOUR! That's roughly 2%! TWO BLOODY FUCKING PERCENT!!! That's countless hours worth of History work (not to mention my history notebook with about 100 of those terms is missing so I have to RE-define them) WASTED!
My parents are not only keeping me on exam lockdown, but are now considering not letting me go to the crew's christmas contra, freakengine, sleepover afterchristmasbecasuetheresnotimenow party because she thinks we're "weird." (FYI "the crew" is my tech crew at church consisting of 7 of 9 people I trust with my life) NO FUCKING SHIT! We're the tech GEEKS for a reason! Good lord we have a ninja, a sith lord, a miniature monster, and a set of twins 4 years apart; not to mention that by the transitive property we all look freakishly alike. And you know why they wont let me go? BECAUSE ITS THE BLOODY NIGHT BEFORE MIRANDA'S BIRTHDAY! Is this a problem for Kyra who wants to go to the 7th/8th grade dance ON Miranda's birthday? NO! She gets to go because it's NORMAL kid behaviour. They don't want to let me go because my activity isn't "normal." NEWS FLASH! I'M NOT BLOODY NORMAL! NOT NORMAL!!! I LIKE spending time with people that are as abnormal as I am. We go Contra dancing, can any of you (except Aubree b/c I told her) without looking it up tell me what Contra is? We plan diabolical schemes (that we can actually pull off) to leave the church in absolute blackout with no way to repair it without us. We have strange and slightly disturbing puppy piles in which all 5 of us under 19 squeeze onto one sofa. We decorate for Christmas and it looks like the Griswold's. We envy Harold's geek utility belt. One of us has a full degree in psychology and another one's majoring in it now, and yet another is well on her way to doing the same. WE ARE NOT NORMAL! We are far from it. ARGH! Milkduds, that's not at all what I was going to say at all. oh well. so life. In the wise words of Ben Crom: "You only have to eat, sleep, and DIE. That's it. That's life."
So my weekend sucked except for 7:00pm Friday-1:30am Saturday.
Speaking of which, whats worse waking up parentals at 1:30 in the morning to tell them your home and getting yelled at for waking them up, or getting woken up being yelled at for NOT waking the parentals up?