There are terrible things in our midst.
Yeah, bad things happened today. Badbadbadbadbadbadbad. Devastatingly terrible. And, since I am a horrendous person I will tell you a story instead of just blurting out what the terrible thing was.
You know what, I don't wanna tell my story again! I have told it quite a few times today and I don't wanna tell it no more.
MY CAR IS BROKEN! *sobs* It wasn't even my fault. I didn't do anything to it. It is just broken. I was just driving along and...my car STOPS! What the FUCK! I mean it feels like it kinda stalled out or something and then it just stops in the middle of the fucking road. It wasn't that busy of a road, but it still sucks. At least I wasn't on the highway.
I had to call a few people. The first people I called were Kelly and Dan to see if they would help me push my car into the parking lot I was two feet away from. However, neither of them answered their phone, so I go to stay in the middle of the road. I called my parents to let them know what was going on and I called AAA, because I needed to be towed. It took the tow truck guy like an hour to get to me and I was sitting in the hot sun...it was fairly warm today, by the way. But, the tow truck guy was nice and the AAA phone lady was nice and there were about four people who stopped and asked if I needed to call and the guy who was at the hotel right next to the road my car was stopped at was nice. It wasn't that bad. The only problem was that my car does not work anymore and it is, like, two years old. GAAAAA! The thing that the general consensus (between Dan, my Dad, the tow truck guy, the hotel guy, the AAA phone lady, Gordon, and me) has decided is wrong with it is the alternator is fucked up. That is not a good thing. But, there you go!
That was my momentous news, everyone! Isn't it exciting? Amy, this is the extenuating circumstance.
To anyone who reads this who is in AT, I ain't gonna be there tomorrow...duh. It isn't necessary that I am there, though, so I shouldn't be missed too much.
The only other thing that I have is that my mom is not being very...nice. She keep pressuring me and pressuring me and pressuring me and pressuring me. It is SUMMER! Get a job, get a job, get a job, get a job, get a job. I understand that she had to puch me at the beginning, but I am under my own power now, I have momentum, let me do it by myself. She doesn't have to tell me I need to keep applying, I KNOW THIS! She acts as though I am just not going to do it anymore after I applied to about five places. Grrrrrr. And, is it really so wrong of me to want to work in a place where I will enjoy the environment and won't want to kill my coworkers or the patrons because of their stupidity? I didn't think so. Just, AGGGGHHHHHH! Oh, and what puts the icing on the fucking cake is that she fucking puts the UNCG fucking college application on my fucking dresser and writes "Think about this while you wait, too" MOTHER FUCKER! It is fucking June, I don't even fucking know where I am going to apply, yet. I just mentioned it as a fucking possibilty, but she goes and gets me the fucking application and fucking puts it in my room and fucking expects me to fucking do it in summer in June when my main fucking focus is to get a fucking job because that fucking comes first so I can fucking pay for fucking gas in the fucking broken car. SHE GOT ME AN APPLICATION! WHAT THE FUCK! I didn't ask her to, I didn't want her to. She just did it. This is for MY schooling and this is for MY future...shouldn't I be able to do it BY MY FUCKING SELF? WHAT THE FUCK?
Sorry about all of the "fuckings'" I am just kinda angry and frustrated with this. I don't normally condone or enjoy posts with "fucking" as every other word, but I am really quite angry with this. I mean, seriously? WHAT THE FUCK? And, she is getting a colonoscopy tomorrow so I can't go and talk to her then so I have to wait until the day after to, hopefully, discuss this rationally with her. I just hope I don't get so angry and yell and stuff. That would be bad. I love my mom, but this is just too much interference and too much pressure and too much overbearingness. I am really tempted to rip the fuck out of that UNCG appli-fucking-cation because she doesn't need to fucking DO THAT! But, I won't because I might fucking use it. But, I should just get my fucking own. There are a lot of fucking 25 fucking page applications to do during fucking June. No one fucking decides where to go to college and where to apply in JUNE, NOBODY FUCKING DOES THAT! Why the fuck do I have to?
To all of who whose parents are overbearing and pressure you a great deal constantly, I am sorry. It is terrible. I understand why kids rebel and I understand why kids excel. I am sorry if your parent is like this all the time, I know people who have parents who are like this all the time, I do. And, I am very, very sorry for them. It sucks ass.
I am sorry about this my people. I don't mean to be so angry and frustrated and profane. This is actually the first place I typed this. It will take a couple of more times before I can think about it rationally without being very, very angry, like I am now. I think the fact that it is late is also helping my anger. It reaches its peak when I am tired and frustrated...like now.
MY CAR IS BROKEN AND MY MOTHER HAS JUMPED OFF THE LOONY-FUCKING-CLIFF! YYYEEEEEEE-Freakin'-HAAAAWWW!
You know what, I don't wanna tell my story again! I have told it quite a few times today and I don't wanna tell it no more.
MY CAR IS BROKEN! *sobs* It wasn't even my fault. I didn't do anything to it. It is just broken. I was just driving along and...my car STOPS! What the FUCK! I mean it feels like it kinda stalled out or something and then it just stops in the middle of the fucking road. It wasn't that busy of a road, but it still sucks. At least I wasn't on the highway.
I had to call a few people. The first people I called were Kelly and Dan to see if they would help me push my car into the parking lot I was two feet away from. However, neither of them answered their phone, so I go to stay in the middle of the road. I called my parents to let them know what was going on and I called AAA, because I needed to be towed. It took the tow truck guy like an hour to get to me and I was sitting in the hot sun...it was fairly warm today, by the way. But, the tow truck guy was nice and the AAA phone lady was nice and there were about four people who stopped and asked if I needed to call and the guy who was at the hotel right next to the road my car was stopped at was nice. It wasn't that bad. The only problem was that my car does not work anymore and it is, like, two years old. GAAAAA! The thing that the general consensus (between Dan, my Dad, the tow truck guy, the hotel guy, the AAA phone lady, Gordon, and me) has decided is wrong with it is the alternator is fucked up. That is not a good thing. But, there you go!
That was my momentous news, everyone! Isn't it exciting? Amy, this is the extenuating circumstance.
To anyone who reads this who is in AT, I ain't gonna be there tomorrow...duh. It isn't necessary that I am there, though, so I shouldn't be missed too much.
The only other thing that I have is that my mom is not being very...nice. She keep pressuring me and pressuring me and pressuring me and pressuring me. It is SUMMER! Get a job, get a job, get a job, get a job, get a job. I understand that she had to puch me at the beginning, but I am under my own power now, I have momentum, let me do it by myself. She doesn't have to tell me I need to keep applying, I KNOW THIS! She acts as though I am just not going to do it anymore after I applied to about five places. Grrrrrr. And, is it really so wrong of me to want to work in a place where I will enjoy the environment and won't want to kill my coworkers or the patrons because of their stupidity? I didn't think so. Just, AGGGGHHHHHH! Oh, and what puts the icing on the fucking cake is that she fucking puts the UNCG fucking college application on my fucking dresser and writes "Think about this while you wait, too" MOTHER FUCKER! It is fucking June, I don't even fucking know where I am going to apply, yet. I just mentioned it as a fucking possibilty, but she goes and gets me the fucking application and fucking puts it in my room and fucking expects me to fucking do it in summer in June when my main fucking focus is to get a fucking job because that fucking comes first so I can fucking pay for fucking gas in the fucking broken car. SHE GOT ME AN APPLICATION! WHAT THE FUCK! I didn't ask her to, I didn't want her to. She just did it. This is for MY schooling and this is for MY future...shouldn't I be able to do it BY MY FUCKING SELF? WHAT THE FUCK?
Sorry about all of the "fuckings'" I am just kinda angry and frustrated with this. I don't normally condone or enjoy posts with "fucking" as every other word, but I am really quite angry with this. I mean, seriously? WHAT THE FUCK? And, she is getting a colonoscopy tomorrow so I can't go and talk to her then so I have to wait until the day after to, hopefully, discuss this rationally with her. I just hope I don't get so angry and yell and stuff. That would be bad. I love my mom, but this is just too much interference and too much pressure and too much overbearingness. I am really tempted to rip the fuck out of that UNCG appli-fucking-cation because she doesn't need to fucking DO THAT! But, I won't because I might fucking use it. But, I should just get my fucking own. There are a lot of fucking 25 fucking page applications to do during fucking June. No one fucking decides where to go to college and where to apply in JUNE, NOBODY FUCKING DOES THAT! Why the fuck do I have to?
To all of who whose parents are overbearing and pressure you a great deal constantly, I am sorry. It is terrible. I understand why kids rebel and I understand why kids excel. I am sorry if your parent is like this all the time, I know people who have parents who are like this all the time, I do. And, I am very, very sorry for them. It sucks ass.
I am sorry about this my people. I don't mean to be so angry and frustrated and profane. This is actually the first place I typed this. It will take a couple of more times before I can think about it rationally without being very, very angry, like I am now. I think the fact that it is late is also helping my anger. It reaches its peak when I am tired and frustrated...like now.
MY CAR IS BROKEN AND MY MOTHER HAS JUMPED OFF THE LOONY-FUCKING-CLIFF! YYYEEEEEEE-Freakin'-HAAAAWWW!