Seriously? Seriously. This day just keeps sucking, and its no ones fault, but it just sucks to get dressed and ready and be waiting and then things happen and you are stuck at home by yourself with fifteen T.V.'s blaring stupid fucking cartoons because the only other people home are your little brothers.
So, want to know what I did today? Woke up at 645 to take the SATs. Stood in the freezing cold waiting to take them. Finally got in, got a terrible prompt with some Gloria Steinem quote for the writing assignment. Didn't get out of the test room until one. Went home, ate, showered, read, knitted. Babysat neighbors from 6-9. Got dressed, waited until ten.
Its ten 1046, I'm all dressed up and no place to go. I understand what happened, and thats unfortunate, but in the end this was just the icing on the cake for me. I'm not mad, i'm just frustrated because I cannot be in this house any longer.
Weekend of Suck, officially.
Six days until Brand New, thank god.
Currently the only thing keeping me alive is one small glimmer of hope and M.I.A. Thats all.
I've also been grinding my teeth a ton and now I feel like they are falling out. There are alot of things I'm really sick of, but i'd get ultimate shit for posting it. Why? Because they would hurt everyones feelings in one way or another. I need to sublimate or displace or whatever the psychological term is before I seriously go off. Aiosfiusdnfsioudnesrwuiuxxx
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Okay, thats enough.
2 comments:
one-you're a huge baby
two-its your fault i got in the accident.
three-there have been worse weekends
four-its really not your fault
five-brand new is soon
six-you're a huge baby bitch tit
seven-stop complaining
eight-love you
love lena.
you are so stupid and slutty string bean berry
mmkayloveyou
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