BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH (aka rant which might prove entertaining)
"OH my god, nobody talk to me, I am in SUCH a bad mood."
Makes me smile. Stop laughing now Christa.
I have been "on edge" all day. PMS, yes, but while that might be an influencing factor, it isn't all of it.
So it starts, I walk out of the house in comfy sweat pants and a long sleeved tee. OHMYGODITSMARCHANDALREADYHUMIDASHELL. So that puts me in a bad mood.
Then we come to my new number one pet peeve. It's newly number one because I was never around until well, about a year ago, and now that I am around it, I can't stand it. It grants on my last ficken nerve. And it is...baby talking. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TALK TO BABIES/ANIMALS/SIGNIFICANT OTHERS LIKE THEY ARE MINDLESS BRATS!!!! Come on, give the being some credit. It can understand a normal level of human conversation. If it's a dog, it's even worse, because it's just going to sit there and look at you like you're even more of a moron than if you were speaking normally, because now you're in its face making stupid expressions while speaking a language it cannot understand. Okay. It's stupid.
My grandmother has developed the habit of talking to the Jack Russel in this manner. It annoys the piss out of me. I hate it, I can't take it. I want to rip my hair out and scream. If you ever want me to tell all my dirty little secrets, talk baby talk to something. I'll tell you anything you want to know if it will make you SHUT UP. So this talk goes on for the entire hour I'm forced to sit at there house.
I can't beat this dumb game and it's bugging me, but that's relatively insignificant.
THEN, we come to the church easter egg hunt. I was all excited, and indeed it was fun. But there's this girl that comes to my church every other weekend (parents = joint custody. you know the drill) and she's one of those JH crossing to SH girls who is madly in love with every pop star imaginable, and thinks she's so cool. Well when she first came to church, I took her under my wing because a) I had to and b) we need more people at church. She's a nice enough girl, but she has the intelligence and maturity of a tadpole. And she talks to me like I'm her equal. This insults my intelligence and again, annoys the piss out of me. She wasn't supposed to be there, so this was a very unpleasant surprise when I pull up in the parking lot rocking out to some "angst" music and kabaam there's little leeching Laura. Luckily, Chase pulled up beside me and I had means by which to pretend I was ignoring her.
Far too many unruly children inside a small fellowship hall on a very warm day. My nerves were grated down even lower. I called Bobby and caught him right as he was going out the door. So poo on that. But hey, at least I got to talk to him for a second. Yes, I know, I'm becoming that pathetic "I obsess over my boyfriend" type. I don't care. Think what you will. He's my soulmate. I have no fear in saying that.
THEN, I go to Monte Sano where I am to dye easter eggs. I'm looking forward to this too. But when I get there the conversation drifts to my annoying little cousins who don't understand the word "no." They ask me a question and I simply respond "I prefer not to hang around them long enough to find out." They ask why and I say because I don't like them. Another why. Because they don't understand the word "no." My grandmother laughs but my aunt betty starts talking to me like I'm two. "Now Elizabeth, you love them." "NO I DON'T!!!!!!!!" "Yes you do. They love you." "No they don't, they don't even know who I am except 'girl who says that strange word 'no'.'" My grandmother again laughs, and Betty looks apalled and continues speaking to me like I am two. I ignore as best I can by asking where the cups are and getting ice and saying my mother would be up later.
I come home for exactly two minutes and go to MercyStreet, which really bugs me because two of the main band people are all about the "show" and not about the real. But tonight was actually really good. I got misty, but I've been going through food withdrawls all week. (Not for sugar, but for starch. I cheated quite a bit at Betty's house because she had all the unhealthy food stuck under my nose and I was already in a bad mood. What was I supposed to do? So I was also beating myself up for that for the remainder of the night when suddenly I felt this peace and Jesus was like "dude, I'm gonna take care of you." So that's okay now.)
Anyway, Dad drives to MercyStreet, and those who know me and my dad know that we are polar opposites driving. My dad doesn't know how to pass and always stays in the right lane. Where I always stay in the left unless I catch someone doing less than five over the limit and then I pass them in the right lane. My Dad also likes to stop at a yellow light even if he's right on the little white line. I hit the gas if I'm 100m away. So his driving drives me insane. My mom is coughing incessantly, then bitches about coughing so much where I say if she'd go to the damned doctor she'd get over it, but she refuses. Mom yells at Dad cause she wanted to be there early and he took the long way. Dad protests and yells back. Mom and I tell him he's right just so he will shut up. HE continues and Mom and I both yell "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! WE KNOW ALREADY!"
I always look forward to Easter, and Friday was such a good day. The weather was perfect and I was looking forward to spending some time with my family. Why the hell do I always get optimistic? They don't change just because it's Easter. They're still going to grate on my nerves.
Everybody say a prayer tomorrow, because I have to put up with the "cousins from hell" tomorrow. I've successfully avoided them for a year, but alas! no longer.
And I end, with a good solid DAMNATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Makes me smile. Stop laughing now Christa.
I have been "on edge" all day. PMS, yes, but while that might be an influencing factor, it isn't all of it.
So it starts, I walk out of the house in comfy sweat pants and a long sleeved tee. OHMYGODITSMARCHANDALREADYHUMIDASHELL. So that puts me in a bad mood.
Then we come to my new number one pet peeve. It's newly number one because I was never around until well, about a year ago, and now that I am around it, I can't stand it. It grants on my last ficken nerve. And it is...baby talking. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TALK TO BABIES/ANIMALS/SIGNIFICANT OTHERS LIKE THEY ARE MINDLESS BRATS!!!! Come on, give the being some credit. It can understand a normal level of human conversation. If it's a dog, it's even worse, because it's just going to sit there and look at you like you're even more of a moron than if you were speaking normally, because now you're in its face making stupid expressions while speaking a language it cannot understand. Okay. It's stupid.
My grandmother has developed the habit of talking to the Jack Russel in this manner. It annoys the piss out of me. I hate it, I can't take it. I want to rip my hair out and scream. If you ever want me to tell all my dirty little secrets, talk baby talk to something. I'll tell you anything you want to know if it will make you SHUT UP. So this talk goes on for the entire hour I'm forced to sit at there house.
I can't beat this dumb game and it's bugging me, but that's relatively insignificant.
THEN, we come to the church easter egg hunt. I was all excited, and indeed it was fun. But there's this girl that comes to my church every other weekend (parents = joint custody. you know the drill) and she's one of those JH crossing to SH girls who is madly in love with every pop star imaginable, and thinks she's so cool. Well when she first came to church, I took her under my wing because a) I had to and b) we need more people at church. She's a nice enough girl, but she has the intelligence and maturity of a tadpole. And she talks to me like I'm her equal. This insults my intelligence and again, annoys the piss out of me. She wasn't supposed to be there, so this was a very unpleasant surprise when I pull up in the parking lot rocking out to some "angst" music and kabaam there's little leeching Laura. Luckily, Chase pulled up beside me and I had means by which to pretend I was ignoring her.
Far too many unruly children inside a small fellowship hall on a very warm day. My nerves were grated down even lower. I called Bobby and caught him right as he was going out the door. So poo on that. But hey, at least I got to talk to him for a second. Yes, I know, I'm becoming that pathetic "I obsess over my boyfriend" type. I don't care. Think what you will. He's my soulmate. I have no fear in saying that.
THEN, I go to Monte Sano where I am to dye easter eggs. I'm looking forward to this too. But when I get there the conversation drifts to my annoying little cousins who don't understand the word "no." They ask me a question and I simply respond "I prefer not to hang around them long enough to find out." They ask why and I say because I don't like them. Another why. Because they don't understand the word "no." My grandmother laughs but my aunt betty starts talking to me like I'm two. "Now Elizabeth, you love them." "NO I DON'T!!!!!!!!" "Yes you do. They love you." "No they don't, they don't even know who I am except 'girl who says that strange word 'no'.'" My grandmother again laughs, and Betty looks apalled and continues speaking to me like I am two. I ignore as best I can by asking where the cups are and getting ice and saying my mother would be up later.
I come home for exactly two minutes and go to MercyStreet, which really bugs me because two of the main band people are all about the "show" and not about the real. But tonight was actually really good. I got misty, but I've been going through food withdrawls all week. (Not for sugar, but for starch. I cheated quite a bit at Betty's house because she had all the unhealthy food stuck under my nose and I was already in a bad mood. What was I supposed to do? So I was also beating myself up for that for the remainder of the night when suddenly I felt this peace and Jesus was like "dude, I'm gonna take care of you." So that's okay now.)
Anyway, Dad drives to MercyStreet, and those who know me and my dad know that we are polar opposites driving. My dad doesn't know how to pass and always stays in the right lane. Where I always stay in the left unless I catch someone doing less than five over the limit and then I pass them in the right lane. My Dad also likes to stop at a yellow light even if he's right on the little white line. I hit the gas if I'm 100m away. So his driving drives me insane. My mom is coughing incessantly, then bitches about coughing so much where I say if she'd go to the damned doctor she'd get over it, but she refuses. Mom yells at Dad cause she wanted to be there early and he took the long way. Dad protests and yells back. Mom and I tell him he's right just so he will shut up. HE continues and Mom and I both yell "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! WE KNOW ALREADY!"
I always look forward to Easter, and Friday was such a good day. The weather was perfect and I was looking forward to spending some time with my family. Why the hell do I always get optimistic? They don't change just because it's Easter. They're still going to grate on my nerves.
Everybody say a prayer tomorrow, because I have to put up with the "cousins from hell" tomorrow. I've successfully avoided them for a year, but alas! no longer.
And I end, with a good solid DAMNATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!