So Pissed Off I could KILL Someone.
Why? Oh, let's see.
A- My phone is being completely retarded. Again. Since early Monday morning--if not earlier, I don't even remember--it hasn't been letting texts come through. Except for a short period of time late last night, and a little while this afternoon---after which it stopped again. I hate. My phone.
B- Skype.
Skupe is not letting my sign in. Apparently, a lot of users are having this problem. And it's pissing me the fuck off. All day, I've only been able to talk to Mandy via email--and considering we always have so much to talk about, y'know how damn hard that is? I am really...really unhappy right now. When I want my Mandy, I want my Mandy--and--yeah. Ugh. It's--just ugh. I. Am in SUCH. A horrible mood. Right now. And on top of that--
C- --my grandmother is not helping at all.
I've been telling her for at least five years. Do NOT. Go into MY ROOM. When I'm NOT HERE. It's always been one of my most basic ground rules. You STAY the fuck out of my room, unless you have my permission. So what does she do? AGAIN?
She waits for me to leave on Monday--spent the last two-and-a-half days at itachi-domo's house--and---ahaha. Big fucking surprise. She cleaned my room again.
She followed me down to my room when I got home, and went to put my stuff away--smiling, as if she thought I'd be happy. Uhm. Right. Why would I ever be happy about something I've been telling her for years not ever to do, and getting unbelievably pissed every single time she does it? I had to leave the room before I really lost my temper.
Now, don't get me wrong. It's not even that she went in there and did that, that's really getting to me. No, what bothers me the most, is the fact that she moved my messenger bag--the one I can't use anymore, because my friend's cat pissed on it--onto my desk chair. My desk chair, where my grad/lolita dress was sitting. And now it smells. And I don't know how to fucking clean it.
And really? That's not even what's worst about it. When I confronted her about it, she denied having moved it at all. Vehemently. And even when I said okay, someone else must have done it--she said I must have, because "no one else was here". I mean...what the fuck. Really? WHY on Earth would I have 'accidentally' put a bag that I've been making a point to not ever touch at all, on top of my $90 dress, and risk ruining it? I wouldn't. When I left the house on Monday, it was on the floor where I left it. Exactly where it's been sitting for the last--I don't even know how long. The only other option, is that she's lying. Either she's lying about not having moved the damn thing, or she's lying about no one else being here. But either way, she's making fucking excuses again, and I'm not buying it.
So yeah. There is no fucking way I moved it. And right now, I am so bloody pissed off that I've been on the verge of tears, and I just---I don't fucking care. About anything. Right now, I'm sorry, but I just don't care. And I fucking hate when I get like this.
EDIT:
D- Forgot to mention this one. When I turned my laptop back on upon getting home...FireFox hadn't saved any of my tabs. And I lost---a lot of really good/important ones, so...yeah. Lovely, huh? -____-
A- My phone is being completely retarded. Again. Since early Monday morning--if not earlier, I don't even remember--it hasn't been letting texts come through. Except for a short period of time late last night, and a little while this afternoon---after which it stopped again. I hate. My phone.
B- Skype.
Skupe is not letting my sign in. Apparently, a lot of users are having this problem. And it's pissing me the fuck off. All day, I've only been able to talk to Mandy via email--and considering we always have so much to talk about, y'know how damn hard that is? I am really...really unhappy right now. When I want my Mandy, I want my Mandy--and--yeah. Ugh. It's--just ugh. I. Am in SUCH. A horrible mood. Right now. And on top of that--
C- --my grandmother is not helping at all.
I've been telling her for at least five years. Do NOT. Go into MY ROOM. When I'm NOT HERE. It's always been one of my most basic ground rules. You STAY the fuck out of my room, unless you have my permission. So what does she do? AGAIN?
She waits for me to leave on Monday--spent the last two-and-a-half days at itachi-domo's house--and---ahaha. Big fucking surprise. She cleaned my room again.
She followed me down to my room when I got home, and went to put my stuff away--smiling, as if she thought I'd be happy. Uhm. Right. Why would I ever be happy about something I've been telling her for years not ever to do, and getting unbelievably pissed every single time she does it? I had to leave the room before I really lost my temper.
Now, don't get me wrong. It's not even that she went in there and did that, that's really getting to me. No, what bothers me the most, is the fact that she moved my messenger bag--the one I can't use anymore, because my friend's cat pissed on it--onto my desk chair. My desk chair, where my grad/lolita dress was sitting. And now it smells. And I don't know how to fucking clean it.
And really? That's not even what's worst about it. When I confronted her about it, she denied having moved it at all. Vehemently. And even when I said okay, someone else must have done it--she said I must have, because "no one else was here". I mean...what the fuck. Really? WHY on Earth would I have 'accidentally' put a bag that I've been making a point to not ever touch at all, on top of my $90 dress, and risk ruining it? I wouldn't. When I left the house on Monday, it was on the floor where I left it. Exactly where it's been sitting for the last--I don't even know how long. The only other option, is that she's lying. Either she's lying about not having moved the damn thing, or she's lying about no one else being here. But either way, she's making fucking excuses again, and I'm not buying it.
So yeah. There is no fucking way I moved it. And right now, I am so bloody pissed off that I've been on the verge of tears, and I just---I don't fucking care. About anything. Right now, I'm sorry, but I just don't care. And I fucking hate when I get like this.
EDIT:
D- Forgot to mention this one. When I turned my laptop back on upon getting home...FireFox hadn't saved any of my tabs. And I lost---a lot of really good/important ones, so...yeah. Lovely, huh? -____-