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20 April 2006 @ 04:03 pm
I'm the one who told Dan that Gen had the abortion!
 
 
16 March 2006 @ 03:57 pm
Sigh.

Is it really necessary to treat me like shit and do certain things to piss me off even more, on purpose? Why must people do this to me? I so, totally, need the added stress. Oh yes, I do so much. Yay.

Shall I list the things I am sick of, and deal with purely because I would like a good education? Oh yes, I think I shall:

First off, I am tired of being sick and tired. Sigh. What else am I sick of?
1. One person's mission in life is to prove everything that comes out of my mouth to be wrong.
2. I'm fucking sick of never having enough money.
3. I'm sick of winter. Is it spring yet?
4. Men who act like misbehaving children.
5. People who treat me like I don't know a thing because I'm younger than them and shorter than them.
6. People who don't think I'm capable of accomplishing anything in aviation.
7. Parents who won't leave me the hell alone. Yes, I'm grateful for having my schooling paid for, but I'd rather not be pestered to spend my summer in Dallas at an internship that has nothing to do with my job choice.
8. ...I'm tired of the Dr. Pepper I just spilled in my lap. -.-
9. I'm tired of dealing with people who think they know more about aviation than me when I've been in aviation since before I could walk, and they started last semester!
10. I'm sick of Allison not speaking to me for no reason.
11. I'm REALLY sick of being treated like a piece of dog shit on Dan's shoe.
12. I'm sick of Brandon's mother constantly talking shit about me to a son she doesn't deserve.
13. I'm sick of not being able to just leave, get married and be done with school.
14. And lastly, I'm tired of my only real friends and the person I love being 1500 miles away.

It really sucks, but I have to stay here. I promised myself I would finish school no matter how miserable I was. So, here I am...

Hey...its snowing...
 
 
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Tunes: Back Home - Yellowcard
 
 
03 March 2006 @ 09:28 am
That was a generally entertaining morning.

I went and got my blood test done. Needles are evil but it still wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. See what happens when you hold a four year old down and force her to give you blood of DNA testing?! She's afraid of needles when she grows up!

But anyway. So on the way home, after my mom went and got weighed and I got some Starbucks, we started talking about what I'll be like in college. Apparently my dad seems to think that I'll either become an alcoholic or a sex fiend. I found this very funny. And then after that my mom and I started talking about drugs and if I had done any and all that jazz. I told her about Frank's graduation party and how I got drunk and all that jazz. *shrug* She wasn't surprised at all. I guess she just figured that I'd been drinking because well...Everyone else in my school drinks. *shrugs* She said drinking and weed is fine (another thing I found funny) but to do no hard alcohol or drugs. which is perfectly fine with me because cocaine and crack and all that shit...totally not my thing. And the hard alcohol, I'll stick to my Smirnoff's thank you.

But anyway. My first driving lesson was yesterday too. The guy said I did pretty good and my mom is even letting me drive to the nail place up by Magnolia today because we're gonna go get our nails done at 10, because that is when it opens. Sounds all peachy to me, I do need to get used to driving on the roads. Yesterday though the guy had me go as far as Atlantic and Coral Springs. I did go on University for a couple minutes. But that was back far far north of university where the speed limit is only 25 mph. And I drove during rush hour too...so *shrugs* I'm gonna go....

Owies...the inside of my elbow is starting to get a painful bruise...ouchies.

SENIOR SKIP DAY 2006!
 
 
Current Mood: ditzyditzy
Tunes: Don't Know Why - Norah Jones
 
 
28 February 2006 @ 10:32 pm
My mom is such a fucking bitch. I don't understand why she still has to treat me like I'm 9 years old. I'm going to be 18 in April for Christ's sake!

Okay. So today I was really tired and wound up falling asleep in my room. At dinner time my mom woke me up and made me go out to the dinner table even though I wasn't feeling good and didn't feel like eating. So I didn't eat anything and just came back to my room. I didn't go back to sleep but I just kinda sat there and flipped through channels and waited for 8 o'clock cause it's Tuesday and Gilmore Girls was on tonight. so yea. At 9 I take a shower and then at around 10 Shawn calls. I blow dry m hair. By now I'm feeling better and I'm really hungry. so I go out to the kitchen and start fixing myself a bowl of cereal. When I'm about to pour the milk on it my mom god "What are you doing." I tell her I'm eating. "You can't eat now." I'm hungry, I'm eating. "Then eat pork chops and macaroni and cheese." No. It's cold. "So heat it up." It's been sitting on the counter and the table for hours. I'm not eating it. "You're going to school on Friday." That's fine. I have an algebra test anyway.

And all of this is while she's laying in bed in her room. That food has seriously been sitting there for over 3 hours. God knows what or who got into it. No way in hell am I eating it. She actually left my plate on the table with tator tots on it like I was seriously going to eat the food that has been sitting there...Right. Keep telling yourself that mom.

And she fucking wonders why I want to stay in Florida for college. Lets see. I HAVE NO FAMILY HERE AT ALL!!!!!!!!! No fucking family to deal with. Now see. Roommates, college people, I can deal with them. I can just tell them to fuck off and not have to deal with it. But I can't exactly tell my mother to fuck off. *shrug* Yea sure I'll miss her. But I won't miss her being a fucking life sucking bitch.

In other news...canker sores hurt.
 
 
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
Tunes: When I'm Gone - 3 Doors Down
 
 
25 February 2006 @ 06:34 pm
Gen, you never told me who it was. I seriously thought it was Brandon. After that first night with the lj entry we never spoke anything about it.

Now I didn't tell Dan. I don't even know Dan, how would I tell him. And why would I tell him?

You can believe me or not. But right now you're upset and I think you're just trying to find someone to blame. So if you decide you want to hate me for something I didn't do, that is your choice.