Yarr. . . >:F
Woooooooo....so its down to havin this LJ fer a loooooooong time. Yarr. BUT, I'm gonna change my lj name. Dunno to what tho. Or if I'm jus gonna stop writin in here. I like writin on paper better :\ That way only I read it and I can burn it afterwards ^.^ Yea yea, i know. I could just make al these private. But, thats crap. Why make em all so that only I read em, if its gonna b eonline. mine as wel get a notebook and write in that. Im gonna do that. Yarr. Angel does that. But she shows me it. Its always refering back to Brett andhow she loved him but he burnt her love. Its always sad :( Then Brett said she fucked him up bad, even though, all she did was dump him for a guiy, while he slept with another girl . . . :\ -.-; But, yea. uhh...its weird. i mean god. like honestly, brett makes her feel bad and yet hes done worse :\ teh poor girl believes him tho. Bretts been pretty nice to me lately. Its freaky. and whats more freaky: Ali Brown. I won't go into details -cough-
O'Hare is WEIIIIRD. Yay...I ran in 30 degrees weather. Wearing shorts. O.o ran a mile...:\ Liz laughed at me. Cause I lost my voice and my legs were like..........REEEEEEEED....moreso than my face. But I lost my voice for all of 5 minutes. Thats oblivious to the point that O'Hare laughed at me cause I responded to him when he said "Izzi, now just think, you could be sitting in geometry[sp] right now, doin work from a workbook. BUT you instead, chose to spend this time here with me [i was runnin the whole time. He just stood there shoutin at the class >:F ] How do you feel about that?" and I choked out "Out of exygen sir" weeeeeee..
yarr that was days ago. forgot to post :\
I talked to mom today..about doin stuff..and it had to do with doin stuff OTHER than cleaning! -GASP- so of course mom said no. OK...guess i should explain.........here goes...
**supper time**
me: Mom...I was in class and coach started talkin about how they're havin life guard training...and I wanna do--
mom: no.
me: why not
mom: because i said so. why do you need to question me?
me: because...every time you complain about me doin nothin but playin on the computer and you want me doin somethin else...but every time i TRY you say no. Why can't we actually TALK about it for once instead of you just endin it with a no?!
mom: I said no.
me: fine! next time you say i play on the computer too much im gonna laugh in your face
mom: oh yea? is that the way you talk to me?
dad: wait whats goin on?
mom: idunno she wants something
me: i want to do training for life guarding. its somethin to keep me busy AND it pays nearly 10 dollars per hour.
tasha: -gape-
me: -grin-
mom: no
dad: you heard her. why dont you do soccer? or running
me: I DONT WANT TO DO SOCCER!
mom: why do you force her to do something she doesn't want to do? leave her alone.
dad: -bring up some obtused soccer story-
tash: -talk about some freaky weird dream-
joe: -tells his dream which was weird too-
me: MOM! will you listen to me??
mom: what?
me: about lifeguarding..
mom: no.
tash: why not?
mom: oh please dont get into this too
tash: I could take her
me: PLEASE MOM?
dad: -talk about some random time he had gotten hit by a soccer ball-
me: -get annoyed- Next time I'm just going to tasha for things!
mom: NO! I'm your mother NOT Natasha
me: yea but you ALWAYS say no! at least she TRIES to get me to do something. you its always NO YOU CANT DO THAT!!!
dad: whats she want?
mom: lifeguarding
me: can I?
dad: Youd sink!
me: Am I **THAT** fat???
dad: Not callin you FAT!!
tash: I say lets let her do it
dad: why not join track and field?
me: DAD I *DO*NOT*LIKE*TRACK*AND*FIELD*
tash: dad, let her
dad: go ahead
mom: -talks about work-
me: uhhh so, can I talk to coach and say i'm interested?
tasha: yea
dad: OK MOTHER 0:)
tash: YOU said ok TOO
mom: -gets up and puts dishes in sink-
me: ok.
mom: -furious-
me: -mutter-
and somewhere inbetween i had tears in my eyes from just shear frustration. like honestly;
me: mom can i do martial arts?
mom: no
me: can i join basketball?
mom:no
dad: join soccer
me: no
dad: join track and field
me: no
me: can I do swimming?
mom: no
me: can I get my permit?
mom: no
tash: ill take you to get your D.A.T [drug (and) alcohol test]
me: ok.
me: mom can i go to the votech?
mom: no
me: its got more choices of classes that I'm interested in
mom: its not a high school
me: considered one now that it got together with a diff. high school.
mom: no.
me: PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE? i had pedro!
mom: no; pedro is harder. and harder is best
me: not when you get F's from your classes caus eyou dont understand them
mom: your jus not doin yer work.
me: no. math i dont know how to do
mom: try harder
.......
these are all things said over periods of times.... im frustrated....annoyed....but i give :\
O'Hare is WEIIIIRD. Yay...I ran in 30 degrees weather. Wearing shorts. O.o ran a mile...:\ Liz laughed at me. Cause I lost my voice and my legs were like..........REEEEEEEED....moreso than my face. But I lost my voice for all of 5 minutes. Thats oblivious to the point that O'Hare laughed at me cause I responded to him when he said "Izzi, now just think, you could be sitting in geometry[sp] right now, doin work from a workbook. BUT you instead, chose to spend this time here with me [i was runnin the whole time. He just stood there shoutin at the class >:F ] How do you feel about that?" and I choked out "Out of exygen sir" weeeeeee..
yarr that was days ago. forgot to post :\
I talked to mom today..about doin stuff..and it had to do with doin stuff OTHER than cleaning! -GASP- so of course mom said no. OK...guess i should explain.........here goes...
**supper time**
me: Mom...I was in class and coach started talkin about how they're havin life guard training...and I wanna do--
mom: no.
me: why not
mom: because i said so. why do you need to question me?
me: because...every time you complain about me doin nothin but playin on the computer and you want me doin somethin else...but every time i TRY you say no. Why can't we actually TALK about it for once instead of you just endin it with a no?!
mom: I said no.
me: fine! next time you say i play on the computer too much im gonna laugh in your face
mom: oh yea? is that the way you talk to me?
dad: wait whats goin on?
mom: idunno she wants something
me: i want to do training for life guarding. its somethin to keep me busy AND it pays nearly 10 dollars per hour.
tasha: -gape-
me: -grin-
mom: no
dad: you heard her. why dont you do soccer? or running
me: I DONT WANT TO DO SOCCER!
mom: why do you force her to do something she doesn't want to do? leave her alone.
dad: -bring up some obtused soccer story-
tash: -talk about some freaky weird dream-
joe: -tells his dream which was weird too-
me: MOM! will you listen to me??
mom: what?
me: about lifeguarding..
mom: no.
tash: why not?
mom: oh please dont get into this too
tash: I could take her
me: PLEASE MOM?
dad: -talk about some random time he had gotten hit by a soccer ball-
me: -get annoyed- Next time I'm just going to tasha for things!
mom: NO! I'm your mother NOT Natasha
me: yea but you ALWAYS say no! at least she TRIES to get me to do something. you its always NO YOU CANT DO THAT!!!
dad: whats she want?
mom: lifeguarding
me: can I?
dad: Youd sink!
me: Am I **THAT** fat???
dad: Not callin you FAT!!
tash: I say lets let her do it
dad: why not join track and field?
me: DAD I *DO*NOT*LIKE*TRACK*AND*FIELD*
tash: dad, let her
dad: go ahead
mom: -talks about work-
me: uhhh so, can I talk to coach and say i'm interested?
tasha: yea
dad: OK MOTHER 0:)
tash: YOU said ok TOO
mom: -gets up and puts dishes in sink-
me: ok.
mom: -furious-
me: -mutter-
and somewhere inbetween i had tears in my eyes from just shear frustration. like honestly;
me: mom can i do martial arts?
mom: no
me: can i join basketball?
mom:no
dad: join soccer
me: no
dad: join track and field
me: no
me: can I do swimming?
mom: no
me: can I get my permit?
mom: no
tash: ill take you to get your D.A.T [drug (and) alcohol test]
me: ok.
me: mom can i go to the votech?
mom: no
me: its got more choices of classes that I'm interested in
mom: its not a high school
me: considered one now that it got together with a diff. high school.
mom: no.
me: PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE? i had pedro!
mom: no; pedro is harder. and harder is best
me: not when you get F's from your classes caus eyou dont understand them
mom: your jus not doin yer work.
me: no. math i dont know how to do
mom: try harder
.......
these are all things said over periods of times.... im frustrated....annoyed....but i give :\