I'll be wrapped around your finger ...
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."
- ee cummings
IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH CUSSING, OR DO NOT WANT TO READ MY RANTS ABOUT MY PARENTS AND SCHOOL AND BLAH-DY-BLAH-DY-BLAH THEN STOP READING NOW.
Alrighty then. This post is going to be a change from my recent happy posts. Mostly because I'm incredibly pissed at my parents right now. On top of stress from my essay. And the rest of my classes. And being busy with band and theater all the time. I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Seriously, I'm about to cry because everything is just too much at one time.
Let's start with one of the least complicated subjects, shall we? Essays. Essays for Calvano. I love that we can turn it in two days after the due date for full credit. And I love that we have a lot of freedom in the way we write it. But I hate it at the same time because it's the first essay of the year and I know she's testing us to see what we do and what we can write when we have all this freedom. And it sets the tone for the whole year. So I really need to do good on it. But I doubt I will because it's the most trouble I've ever had writing an essay ... and I've been stressed and tired the whole time I've been trying to write it. Not so good.
Moving on to band/theater/SEA. Taking up all of my time. And my life. Seriously. It's stressful. And tiring. And I'm almost never home, and that pisses my parents off. Even though when I AM home, they dont even talk to me or do anything with me. So there's basically no point. But of course they get mad anyways. And then my mom gets mad the one or two times I've had to ask her for a ride somewhere this year.
YAY. On to the "I'm pissed at my parents" section. No doubt this will be the longest and angriest section of the post. To start off with, my parents basically hate Dan. They've met him, but haven't said more than the usual "hey, how's it going" bullshit that you get from total strangers on the street. Completely meaningless conversation. And my parents already hate him. I dont understand why. And my mom feels the need to point out about 10 times a day AT LEAST that she doesn't like him. And when I ask why, she just says it's because he's 17. Uhhhh huhh. That didnt bother her when it was Brandon, who is the SAME FREAKING AGE. And then I point that out, and she just says that "Brandon was trustworthy". Then I point out that she doesn't even know Dan, and she just says that he's a boy, so it doesn't matter. Then I point out that she barely knew Brandon. And she doesnt really say anything. And I doubt she'd think Brandon was so trustworthy if she really knew everything. I'll spare you from listening to the details. But it really pisses me off. And it seriously makes me want to just leave. I'm getting really sick of it. Plus, about a thousand times a day, my mom has to ask "He knows you're fifteen, right?" Yes, mom. He knows I'm fifteen. Even though I'm very close to being sixteen. He's less than two years older than me. HELLO - Dad is two years older than mom. And then she pulls out the bullshit excuse that he's a boy and he has a penis. Well thank you mother, but I'm pretty sure that I've realized that he's a boy. And that he's seventeen. And then my older sister tells my mom that she thinks me and Dan are having sex. For no apparent reason. Great. Freak her out even more. I'm a fucking virgin. Not a whore like her. So now I'm pretty sure mom is more worried about that than ever. It's just incredibly annoying and stressful on top of my already stressful schedule. I hate this. And I hate that they keep bringing up Brandon. Mostly because IT'S OVER FOR GOOD WITH HIM. And they just keep saying "I liked Brandon. Poor Brandon. You hurt Brandon. I like Brandon. Brandon's a good guy." Well that's fucking great for him, but I DO NOT LIKE HIM. He's avoiding me. He wont even talk to me or look at me. I dont care anymore. It's just fucking annoying.
Mmmmkay then. I think I'll end it now because if I dont, you'll have to put up with about another few hours of reading about why I hate my parents at the moment.
Kay bye.
- ee cummings
IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH CUSSING, OR DO NOT WANT TO READ MY RANTS ABOUT MY PARENTS AND SCHOOL AND BLAH-DY-BLAH-DY-BLAH THEN STOP READING NOW.
Alrighty then. This post is going to be a change from my recent happy posts. Mostly because I'm incredibly pissed at my parents right now. On top of stress from my essay. And the rest of my classes. And being busy with band and theater all the time. I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Seriously, I'm about to cry because everything is just too much at one time.
Let's start with one of the least complicated subjects, shall we? Essays. Essays for Calvano. I love that we can turn it in two days after the due date for full credit. And I love that we have a lot of freedom in the way we write it. But I hate it at the same time because it's the first essay of the year and I know she's testing us to see what we do and what we can write when we have all this freedom. And it sets the tone for the whole year. So I really need to do good on it. But I doubt I will because it's the most trouble I've ever had writing an essay ... and I've been stressed and tired the whole time I've been trying to write it. Not so good.
Moving on to band/theater/SEA. Taking up all of my time. And my life. Seriously. It's stressful. And tiring. And I'm almost never home, and that pisses my parents off. Even though when I AM home, they dont even talk to me or do anything with me. So there's basically no point. But of course they get mad anyways. And then my mom gets mad the one or two times I've had to ask her for a ride somewhere this year.
YAY. On to the "I'm pissed at my parents" section. No doubt this will be the longest and angriest section of the post. To start off with, my parents basically hate Dan. They've met him, but haven't said more than the usual "hey, how's it going" bullshit that you get from total strangers on the street. Completely meaningless conversation. And my parents already hate him. I dont understand why. And my mom feels the need to point out about 10 times a day AT LEAST that she doesn't like him. And when I ask why, she just says it's because he's 17. Uhhhh huhh. That didnt bother her when it was Brandon, who is the SAME FREAKING AGE. And then I point that out, and she just says that "Brandon was trustworthy". Then I point out that she doesn't even know Dan, and she just says that he's a boy, so it doesn't matter. Then I point out that she barely knew Brandon. And she doesnt really say anything. And I doubt she'd think Brandon was so trustworthy if she really knew everything. I'll spare you from listening to the details. But it really pisses me off. And it seriously makes me want to just leave. I'm getting really sick of it. Plus, about a thousand times a day, my mom has to ask "He knows you're fifteen, right?" Yes, mom. He knows I'm fifteen. Even though I'm very close to being sixteen. He's less than two years older than me. HELLO - Dad is two years older than mom. And then she pulls out the bullshit excuse that he's a boy and he has a penis. Well thank you mother, but I'm pretty sure that I've realized that he's a boy. And that he's seventeen. And then my older sister tells my mom that she thinks me and Dan are having sex. For no apparent reason. Great. Freak her out even more. I'm a fucking virgin. Not a whore like her. So now I'm pretty sure mom is more worried about that than ever. It's just incredibly annoying and stressful on top of my already stressful schedule. I hate this. And I hate that they keep bringing up Brandon. Mostly because IT'S OVER FOR GOOD WITH HIM. And they just keep saying "I liked Brandon. Poor Brandon. You hurt Brandon. I like Brandon. Brandon's a good guy." Well that's fucking great for him, but I DO NOT LIKE HIM. He's avoiding me. He wont even talk to me or look at me. I dont care anymore. It's just fucking annoying.
Mmmmkay then. I think I'll end it now because if I dont, you'll have to put up with about another few hours of reading about why I hate my parents at the moment.
Kay bye.