Bad Day
Today was an awful day. It was just one of those days when everyone seems like they're playing that lets-see-how-pissed-off-she-can-get-before-she-shoots-us-in-the-head game. Some reasons...
1. Andrew kept staring at me in English class today. He does it to annoy me. I wanted to shoot him in the head after 20 seconds. I "jokingly" told him to fuck off as a warning. (I did it jokingly because I don't like people to think I'm angry with or annoyed by them on days like these... for some reason. o_O)
2. Ireal seemed pretty upset in English class today. Maybe she was just tired, but Caitlin noticed and she did this really big, cheesy smile (as if Ireal didn't know what one looked like) and said "Smile!". I really hate when people tell me to smile on bad days. It's quite possibly the worst thing you could do. Caitlin is already annoying, so I wanted to shoot her teeth immediately for bothering Ireal.
3. I got a 65 on a World History test and this Michael kid that sits in front of me kept turing around and trying to annoy me. I "jokingly" told him to fuck off numerous times before finally just slamming my hands on the desk and moving to another desk to sit next to Ariel. I didn't feel like shooting him. I was too tired to be picking up any guns at the moment... it being last period and all.
Well, after I got home, I found a load of German chocolate on some top shelf in my pantry. It was like God had just taken the time to import a bunch of chocolate straight to my pantry, so I felt special and ate it's goodness. However....
4. As I was sulking in front of the TV watching people get angry on Boiling Point, some lady called and asked to speak to the parents of Ashley Robins (my parents, if you didn't catch it). They weren't here, but she'll probably call back. If it's bad news, I'm going to have to break something. I just hope I'm not near a hammer and my computer when that happens.
There were a few other minor things, but nothing huge. Tomorrow should be okay... as should this weekend. If they aren't, I'll cry into my stuffed animals, because they can soak up tears better than my pillows.
Just a helpful hint, I'm not a very good conversationalist right now. You know how it is.
1. Andrew kept staring at me in English class today. He does it to annoy me. I wanted to shoot him in the head after 20 seconds. I "jokingly" told him to fuck off as a warning. (I did it jokingly because I don't like people to think I'm angry with or annoyed by them on days like these... for some reason. o_O)
2. Ireal seemed pretty upset in English class today. Maybe she was just tired, but Caitlin noticed and she did this really big, cheesy smile (as if Ireal didn't know what one looked like) and said "Smile!". I really hate when people tell me to smile on bad days. It's quite possibly the worst thing you could do. Caitlin is already annoying, so I wanted to shoot her teeth immediately for bothering Ireal.
3. I got a 65 on a World History test and this Michael kid that sits in front of me kept turing around and trying to annoy me. I "jokingly" told him to fuck off numerous times before finally just slamming my hands on the desk and moving to another desk to sit next to Ariel. I didn't feel like shooting him. I was too tired to be picking up any guns at the moment... it being last period and all.
Well, after I got home, I found a load of German chocolate on some top shelf in my pantry. It was like God had just taken the time to import a bunch of chocolate straight to my pantry, so I felt special and ate it's goodness. However....
4. As I was sulking in front of the TV watching people get angry on Boiling Point, some lady called and asked to speak to the parents of Ashley Robins (my parents, if you didn't catch it). They weren't here, but she'll probably call back. If it's bad news, I'm going to have to break something. I just hope I'm not near a hammer and my computer when that happens.
There were a few other minor things, but nothing huge. Tomorrow should be okay... as should this weekend. If they aren't, I'll cry into my stuffed animals, because they can soak up tears better than my pillows.
Just a helpful hint, I'm not a very good conversationalist right now. You know how it is.