crash
okay so this morning i get up and fucking 8:30 so that i can start painting by 9. and i do. i paint until 11:30, okay? then i stop and go to the orthodontist and get my sister's retainers (for which i didn't even get an effing thank you but thats cool because i can just waste my time like that), i get back at noon and paint for another 45 minutes. i get 1/2 way down the landing a little dissapointing but i figure that my dad will get pretty much the rest of it done since he'd have 7 hours while i was at work...but guess what, i get home and he's barely started the foyer...WTF i bust my ass all morning so that hopefully i'd have some chance of going to larry's hockey game, but no..all of that hard work for what?! a lousy thank-you from who? no, not my dad of course. from my mom who wasnt even home all weekend. i was soo hopeful that i could go, and guess what we're still not done and i'm not doing anymore, i don't care how long it fucking takes him...he can finish it by himself "i'd rather you stayed home, it's the last night that your sister is going to be home and we haven't seen her a whole lot." okay yeah cause its real bonding time to sit there with her and watch her eat chicken nuggets and watch t.v. wow...so basically i could be at Larry's game right now, but no i'm stuck at home doing what? NOTHING...ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh . i really need a hobby to help me get out all the anger that i keep pent up inside of me. because its really starting to weigh on me...