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so yea.. i just finished typeing my research paper that had to be between 5 and 8 pages long.. i had 5 1/2. untill i relize that it had to be double spaced. then i had 12. that sucked. so i cut it down to 9..
if i would have known that i would have been done a week ago...
so mad...
and then i go to lonestar for a mothers day dinner.. that was fun.
it became pick magens life a part and tell her how much she sucks..
on the car ride there we took my car.. so i come to find out that my car is not clean enough and im grounded till i clean it.. inside and outside..
then i get to the restraunt and my dad tells me how its after may 1st and why havent i got my houseing stuff yet from isu... and i just told him we just have to wait.. so now he thinks im a slacker and ive screwed every thing up..
then we moved to my boyfriend.. my new one tony..and why he is not good enough.. but atleast he is better than tim they say..but they point out all these things... and call them terrible flaws..i just cant win with them..
then we move to how my room.. how i have the room of a mass murder.. and how im insulting my furniture by not showing it off.. and what ever..
and then what is so infuriation is that inbetween all this yelling is my dad cracking jokes with mary.. and then trying to crack jokes with me.. after describing in detail how i am a failure in all aspects of my life..
thats nice..
thats why i hate family time.. cause i hear the same things all the time.. they have no new points to bring up.. if its not college my car or my room.. its how i dress or my weight....
and people wonder why im so messed up.. i mean honestly..
i cant wait to get out of hear..
and oh yea i spilled salad dressing on the table... and then wipped it up... and my mom calls me a slob and how if she wants her to pay for my wedding i have to live with my fieonce for a year so he can see how slobby i am... and how even when i try to wip stuff up.. i dont even do a good job of that..
wow.. thank go my research paper is over.. its the one good thing i did all day.. that and go visit my grandma at the evenson house... its the house of my two uncles.. 5 cousins and grandparents... its a cool house.. then i talked to patrick about books.. it makes me feel smart..
well im done ranting now..
if i would have known that i would have been done a week ago...
so mad...
and then i go to lonestar for a mothers day dinner.. that was fun.
it became pick magens life a part and tell her how much she sucks..
on the car ride there we took my car.. so i come to find out that my car is not clean enough and im grounded till i clean it.. inside and outside..
then i get to the restraunt and my dad tells me how its after may 1st and why havent i got my houseing stuff yet from isu... and i just told him we just have to wait.. so now he thinks im a slacker and ive screwed every thing up..
then we moved to my boyfriend.. my new one tony..and why he is not good enough.. but atleast he is better than tim they say..but they point out all these things... and call them terrible flaws..i just cant win with them..
then we move to how my room.. how i have the room of a mass murder.. and how im insulting my furniture by not showing it off.. and what ever..
and then what is so infuriation is that inbetween all this yelling is my dad cracking jokes with mary.. and then trying to crack jokes with me.. after describing in detail how i am a failure in all aspects of my life..
thats nice..
thats why i hate family time.. cause i hear the same things all the time.. they have no new points to bring up.. if its not college my car or my room.. its how i dress or my weight....
and people wonder why im so messed up.. i mean honestly..
i cant wait to get out of hear..
and oh yea i spilled salad dressing on the table... and then wipped it up... and my mom calls me a slob and how if she wants her to pay for my wedding i have to live with my fieonce for a year so he can see how slobby i am... and how even when i try to wip stuff up.. i dont even do a good job of that..
wow.. thank go my research paper is over.. its the one good thing i did all day.. that and go visit my grandma at the evenson house... its the house of my two uncles.. 5 cousins and grandparents... its a cool house.. then i talked to patrick about books.. it makes me feel smart..
well im done ranting now..