I have had a very busy week. Babysitting, wedding plans with my sister, more babyistting, cleaning all over the house, school coming up, orientations...etc.

First, I get this HORRIBLE headache. I take medicine for it, and go on. I go get my nails done, hoping it will make me feel better. No, it didn't. It just made me frustrated because the people who did my nails SUCKED. When they put on the nail polish, they got it all over my fingers and off my nail. They didn't even care to take it off. I came home with a worse throbbing headache. Got some more medicine and layed down to rest. My OCD (shes not really diagnosed with OCD, i just say that because she cleans up everything all the time)  mom comes in barking no. YELLING at me to do chores. I said, "Stop screaming, I have a really bad headache. Your making it worse." Reasonable, right? No. She keeps on Yellin for me to do the dishes. So i said FINE.

I get up to do the dishes, and i am almost finished. when my mom opens the cabinet door and a glass pan was wobbling on the very top of the cabinet. Some place i can never reach because im too short to reach it. She gives me this heart-stopping, cold, piercing glare saying, "Who put this on the top of the cabinet?! This could've dropped on my head!!!"
She accused ME! When im too short I can never reach that high up! and, i dont put away those type of dishes!! I leave them out for someone else to put them away.

Me and my mom are screaming at each other, finally my sister comes to the rescue. We go out for a drive while i control my anger. I eat lunch, come back home. hours fly by. Im upstairs watching TV. I go downstairs , guess what? NO ONE IS HOME!!! I call my sister, "Ohhh I am out getting something to eat. be back in a few hours." *hangs up*. Well, THANKS. Didnt invite me to go with you.

call my mom. "Oh hi honey...im at the hospital." Turns out, my cousin Ashley was in labor. I told my parents I wanted to be there, A MILLION TIMES. I wanted to wait in the waiting room. I wanted to see my 2nd cousin! The new edition to the family! but nope. They went without me. Didn't even say a word. then , "Me, dad and Uncle Greg are going to go get something to eat for dinner." Mind you they didnt invite me.

Im sorry, I may be acting spoiled, but im 14. My parents don't ALLOW me to use the oven or stove because of a little cooking accident i made. and it wasnt really an accident! I just spilled something on the bottom of the oven and it burned up and made the house smell bad. Thats not a crime!!!

so here I am. Starving. Ovenless. no FOOD whatsoever. 14 years old. NO CAR. while everyone just forgot about me.

Im sorry , im being very emotional.
I had a bad day.

Post edited at 6:17 pm on Aug. 19, 2008 by lally

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Oh, and if I paid money to get my nails done and they did an awful job, I'd get my money back. Bitches ain't be stealin' my monies!

I'm sorry your day didn't go as planned, my day was pretty bad too! Tomorrow will be better, I bet! Just don't think about food

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If I had a dollar bill for every time I've been wrong
I'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone

Well, don't worry. Tomorrow HAS to be better than that. It was just an unfortunate sequence of shitty events that all had nothing to do with each other. The odds are in your favor! Plus, karma will come around and surprise you with something nice one day, you'll see.

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but you don't know, so why care?
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