You could slit my throat...
I hate mornings.
I hate mornings with a passion.
I hate waking up.
I hate getting dressed.
I hate putting make-up on.
I hate school.
I hate PSSAs.
That's pretty much what I hate today. Minus that I didn't talk to Joel yesterday and I really wanted to. I guess Valentine's day actually affected me. It's weird but I wanted to talk to him so bad and then he didn't call.
My throat hurts. I don't feel like typing much because I'm lazy. And I'm extremely tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. I have to babysit tonight at 5 and stay until like 11. Hey, that's another twenty dollars. So that means fourty so far and then I'm babysitting again on Thursday, that's *another* twenty which means I'm not up to sixty. So, It's all good.
Ben's kind of pissing me off. I don't know how Nesa feels but I'll talk to her today. Saturday he hung out with Chance, which doesn't make me mad, actually. It's just like..but you couldn't hang out with us? And then Friday we were supposed to hang out and he calls me and says.." I can't come out because my Dad is being a dick" but then yesterday he tells me he got "so wasted" on Friday? What the fuck? Sunday Nesa called him because she wanted to invite him to her sister's birthday dinner..and he *never* called back. I don't know. I'll talk to Nesa about how I should feel..
I really miss Joel. Like, more than before.
About College? Jen got me information from the Mount. Which would be Mount Aloysius. It's pretty cool. They have a two year program for crime and law, which I'm not sure is what I want. And another thing, it's not Pittsburgh. It's Cresson. Which is fourty minutes from here, which means it's about two hours from Pittsburgh. Tell me something. Will my life ever be easy? No? Alright. I expected that.
Oh, a last thing. Jan said my mom called last night and that she sounded all highed up. I was babysitting and my mom said.."Well, whoever she is out with tell her I need a ride home" and Jan was like.."Well, she's up the street babysitting, so.." Why can't I have a normal mother? For the love of Jehovah. IT'S A MOTHER. A FUCKING MOTHER. CAN I GET A NORMAL ONE PLEASE!
♥Sally
I hate mornings with a passion.
I hate waking up.
I hate getting dressed.
I hate putting make-up on.
I hate school.
I hate PSSAs.
That's pretty much what I hate today. Minus that I didn't talk to Joel yesterday and I really wanted to. I guess Valentine's day actually affected me. It's weird but I wanted to talk to him so bad and then he didn't call.
My throat hurts. I don't feel like typing much because I'm lazy. And I'm extremely tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. I have to babysit tonight at 5 and stay until like 11. Hey, that's another twenty dollars. So that means fourty so far and then I'm babysitting again on Thursday, that's *another* twenty which means I'm not up to sixty. So, It's all good.
Ben's kind of pissing me off. I don't know how Nesa feels but I'll talk to her today. Saturday he hung out with Chance, which doesn't make me mad, actually. It's just like..but you couldn't hang out with us? And then Friday we were supposed to hang out and he calls me and says.." I can't come out because my Dad is being a dick" but then yesterday he tells me he got "so wasted" on Friday? What the fuck? Sunday Nesa called him because she wanted to invite him to her sister's birthday dinner..and he *never* called back. I don't know. I'll talk to Nesa about how I should feel..
I really miss Joel. Like, more than before.
About College? Jen got me information from the Mount. Which would be Mount Aloysius. It's pretty cool. They have a two year program for crime and law, which I'm not sure is what I want. And another thing, it's not Pittsburgh. It's Cresson. Which is fourty minutes from here, which means it's about two hours from Pittsburgh. Tell me something. Will my life ever be easy? No? Alright. I expected that.
Oh, a last thing. Jan said my mom called last night and that she sounded all highed up. I was babysitting and my mom said.."Well, whoever she is out with tell her I need a ride home" and Jan was like.."Well, she's up the street babysitting, so.." Why can't I have a normal mother? For the love of Jehovah. IT'S A MOTHER. A FUCKING MOTHER. CAN I GET A NORMAL ONE PLEASE!
♥Sally