I threw my first useless temper tantrum in like...the longest time yesterday. I'm saddend to say that my parents were the unfortunate recievers. The conversation went something like this --
Keep in mind I was PMSing majorly
Mom:Can we talk to you about something?
Me: *eye roll* WHAT
Dad: No need to take that tone with us!
Me: *deep sigh*
Mom: *knows this isn't going well* Well we were talking about your grades. It seems like we've done everything we can do to help you, but we're getting to the point where we don't know what to do.
Me: Mom. I got two C's. It's not the end of the world. I'll bring em up, *falsely bright* okie-dokie?
Dad: Don't be a smartass, let her finish.
Mom: So we just don't know what to do. I mean, *one of my friends I dont wanna embarass* does so well...
Me: MOM, I can handle my own problems, it's MY life!! Just let ME TAKE CARE OF MY OWN FUTURE, You already had yours! AND I'M NOT *friend I don't want to embarass* IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED.
It ended with me storming out and them deciding to take my advice and let me handle things on my own for once. I was so happy, they were suffocating me.
So school was monotonous today and the coffee machine broke down which was annoying, but at least I got a cup first. Hopefully they'll fix it soon, or else I'll be annoyingly cranky.
In phys ed we're doing team handball which is a mix between soccer, basketball, and water polo. In other words, it's a mutt sport. So there's this chick, Richelle, and she keeps squawking at her team, and me and Rachel laugh behind her back. I've had problems with her since the seventh grade when she pretended to be my friend, then backstabbed me because I wasn't preppy enough for her. That was when I was ``friends`` with some ``popular`` people, but all the ``friendships`` screwed themselves over. SO it felt good to kick her ass in gym.
I'm insulted Emily hasn't commented me yet. COMMENT ME, MY SIX-DEGREES-OF-SEPARATION-BUDDY!
Wow, long entry.
Working on a layout...
Love & Johnny Depp *drool*,