The Past Two Days
Have been my own personal hell. Yesterday I got out of school thinking that I was going to have a good day, in which I would spend all day with Paulina, but apparently her fucking genius friends thought otherwise.
Before: "Yeah we can pick up Steve. We actually need him as an excuse to escape our parents."
Perfect
After: "Hey, Steve. I hope you don't mind, but we're going to steal your gf for a little while. You can see her later."
Bullshit. Fucking Bullshit.
"How Long?"
"I dunno. Until 9 or 10."
"What the fu...? Never mind. Fuck it all."
Paulina: "What? 9?"
It was about this time that she gave me a look that means "I'm sorry. I can stay with you if you want." I didn't want her to miss out on a fun day, simply because I was going to be alone. "Go with them. Don't worry about it."
What ensued had to have been one of the worst days of my life. My father immediately noticed I was pissed off. (Even though he never seems to notice when I'm pissed off at him. Fag) He asked me what's wrong and I told him I had a shitty day. "My credit card got stolen. I need to call it in to have them cancel it." True Story, but that's not what brought my day down. I just told you guys what brought my day down. That fucking sorry excuse of a dad kept trying to make plans for me to get me the hell out of the house. "You need to be with your friends when you're mad." No. No I fucking don't. You need to leave me the fuck alone and stop trying to solve all of my problems WHEN YOU'RE ONE OF MY BIGGEST FUCKING PROBLEMS! Call Colton. No he's boring. Call your mom. No she's got some shit to do. Call Paulina and see what she's doing. I was in the process of doing that before you came to piss me off some more.
I call.
"Hello?"
"Is Paulina there?"
"Yeah hold on..."
(What seemed to be a 5 minute pause)
"H- guys shut up! Hello?"
"Hey. What are you doing?"
(Slurred) "Oh nothing." Goddamnit. Just what I didnt want to happen, but knew was going to happen, since THAT WAS THE FUCKING PLAN BEFORE THE FUCKING FEMALE GENIUSES FUCKED IT ALL UP. WE DON'T ALL HAVE YOUR FUCKING PRIVELEGES OF GOING OUT PAST CURFEW AND NOT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT A THING!
(Angry sigh)"When are you going to be done?"
"Oh... I dunno? In a little bit?"
(I'm finally fed up with all this bullshit. I tell myself "well at least YOU'RE having a good time.")
"2... 3 hours?"
"Um...
...
...
(Sadly) Yeah. Sorry."
Fuck it. I've gotta get the fuck out of my house. I call them at around 8 again. Only been about an hour of the most angry, yet successful game of Halo 2 I've ever fucking played.
"Hey... You wanna come to Tinseltown with us?"
"Um... sure, but I'd need a ride."
Suddenly she's semi-sober again.
"Hey guys, can we give him a ride over here? 'No we're drunk.' 'Hell naw...' Sorry. You'll have to find a ride."
"Let me call my dad."
I call him and he agrees to give me a ride there, since he's so desperate to get me the fuck out of the house. I forget to bring his lazy ass his cigarettes, so he decides to lecture me and criticize me. It ends up being an argument all the way to Tinseltown. Fuck him. I get out of the car. I find the bitches in their SUV (all drunk by the way) and we park in the parking lot and they do shit that drunk girls do. Paulina cheers me up for a couple of seconds, but after a while she finds that it takes too much effort to console me. She decides to get mad at herself for me being mad at someone else.
It's not your fucking fault. Stop saying that shit. It pisses me off. Then I find out that she's got a pair of balls, after she bitches at me for me being mad. She's drunk, and starts to cry after a while. I'm forced to cheer her up, and then she realizes that as long as she stays happy I'll eventually get happy. Afterwards she decides she's going to console me sexually. I feel like shit for not protesting, but I knew that even if I did it would've ended up happening anyway. Damn me. Fuck me.
The day continues to get better, but her mom gets mad at her for not informing her of my arrival. We watch parts of Casino and then her mom takes me home.
That was yesterday
Today
I wake up, sick of all things. Just what I want to be. My mom woke me up at 9 to go watch Randy play baseball at 10. I get ready and when I get out of the shower she's gone somewhere. Great. This day's going well. She returns about 9:45 and we go to watch the game. It lasts until 12. We go to Whataburger for breakfast and I didn't realize how hungry I was. Fucking sickness. I come home and I get on the net where everything seems to cheer up. I talk to Paulina, who invites me to go watch The Amityville Horror with her at 2:20. Fucking badass movie by the way. Me, Paulilna, Danyel, and Daniella. We finish the movie and go to Marble Slab. Then we decide to go look for Wal-Mart on the far east side to find these huge donuts. Unsuccessful. Paulina admits to thinking Eminem is hot, which makes me mad since I hate him, but I decide to joke around with her about it. She gets mad. Then her mother takes the cake by saying that I can't go over to Paulina's house. She was still pissed from yesterday. I'm forced to come back home where me and Paulina have been "talking." Which really means that we both have an AIM window open, or we're on the phone, but not really exchanging words. That leads up to now, where I've been updating this journal for a long ass fucking time and neglecting her even further. What a shitty weekend.
Fucking Waste
Before: "Yeah we can pick up Steve. We actually need him as an excuse to escape our parents."
Perfect
After: "Hey, Steve. I hope you don't mind, but we're going to steal your gf for a little while. You can see her later."
Bullshit. Fucking Bullshit.
"How Long?"
"I dunno. Until 9 or 10."
"What the fu...? Never mind. Fuck it all."
Paulina: "What? 9?"
It was about this time that she gave me a look that means "I'm sorry. I can stay with you if you want." I didn't want her to miss out on a fun day, simply because I was going to be alone. "Go with them. Don't worry about it."
What ensued had to have been one of the worst days of my life. My father immediately noticed I was pissed off. (Even though he never seems to notice when I'm pissed off at him. Fag) He asked me what's wrong and I told him I had a shitty day. "My credit card got stolen. I need to call it in to have them cancel it." True Story, but that's not what brought my day down. I just told you guys what brought my day down. That fucking sorry excuse of a dad kept trying to make plans for me to get me the hell out of the house. "You need to be with your friends when you're mad." No. No I fucking don't. You need to leave me the fuck alone and stop trying to solve all of my problems WHEN YOU'RE ONE OF MY BIGGEST FUCKING PROBLEMS! Call Colton. No he's boring. Call your mom. No she's got some shit to do. Call Paulina and see what she's doing. I was in the process of doing that before you came to piss me off some more.
I call.
"Hello?"
"Is Paulina there?"
"Yeah hold on..."
(What seemed to be a 5 minute pause)
"H- guys shut up! Hello?"
"Hey. What are you doing?"
(Slurred) "Oh nothing." Goddamnit. Just what I didnt want to happen, but knew was going to happen, since THAT WAS THE FUCKING PLAN BEFORE THE FUCKING FEMALE GENIUSES FUCKED IT ALL UP. WE DON'T ALL HAVE YOUR FUCKING PRIVELEGES OF GOING OUT PAST CURFEW AND NOT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT A THING!
(Angry sigh)"When are you going to be done?"
"Oh... I dunno? In a little bit?"
(I'm finally fed up with all this bullshit. I tell myself "well at least YOU'RE having a good time.")
"2... 3 hours?"
"Um...
...
...
(Sadly) Yeah. Sorry."
Fuck it. I've gotta get the fuck out of my house. I call them at around 8 again. Only been about an hour of the most angry, yet successful game of Halo 2 I've ever fucking played.
"Hey... You wanna come to Tinseltown with us?"
"Um... sure, but I'd need a ride."
Suddenly she's semi-sober again.
"Hey guys, can we give him a ride over here? 'No we're drunk.' 'Hell naw...' Sorry. You'll have to find a ride."
"Let me call my dad."
I call him and he agrees to give me a ride there, since he's so desperate to get me the fuck out of the house. I forget to bring his lazy ass his cigarettes, so he decides to lecture me and criticize me. It ends up being an argument all the way to Tinseltown. Fuck him. I get out of the car. I find the bitches in their SUV (all drunk by the way) and we park in the parking lot and they do shit that drunk girls do. Paulina cheers me up for a couple of seconds, but after a while she finds that it takes too much effort to console me. She decides to get mad at herself for me being mad at someone else.
It's not your fucking fault. Stop saying that shit. It pisses me off. Then I find out that she's got a pair of balls, after she bitches at me for me being mad. She's drunk, and starts to cry after a while. I'm forced to cheer her up, and then she realizes that as long as she stays happy I'll eventually get happy. Afterwards she decides she's going to console me sexually. I feel like shit for not protesting, but I knew that even if I did it would've ended up happening anyway. Damn me. Fuck me.
The day continues to get better, but her mom gets mad at her for not informing her of my arrival. We watch parts of Casino and then her mom takes me home.
That was yesterday
Today
I wake up, sick of all things. Just what I want to be. My mom woke me up at 9 to go watch Randy play baseball at 10. I get ready and when I get out of the shower she's gone somewhere. Great. This day's going well. She returns about 9:45 and we go to watch the game. It lasts until 12. We go to Whataburger for breakfast and I didn't realize how hungry I was. Fucking sickness. I come home and I get on the net where everything seems to cheer up. I talk to Paulina, who invites me to go watch The Amityville Horror with her at 2:20. Fucking badass movie by the way. Me, Paulilna, Danyel, and Daniella. We finish the movie and go to Marble Slab. Then we decide to go look for Wal-Mart on the far east side to find these huge donuts. Unsuccessful. Paulina admits to thinking Eminem is hot, which makes me mad since I hate him, but I decide to joke around with her about it. She gets mad. Then her mother takes the cake by saying that I can't go over to Paulina's house. She was still pissed from yesterday. I'm forced to come back home where me and Paulina have been "talking." Which really means that we both have an AIM window open, or we're on the phone, but not really exchanging words. That leads up to now, where I've been updating this journal for a long ass fucking time and neglecting her even further. What a shitty weekend.
Fucking Waste