Well. Now I feel like crap. I haven't written in a long time and today; everything just went to sh*t.
SO the credit card bill came in today. In one month my sister managed to spend about $450. It is amazing. I'd applaud her, but my parents are quite upset. In fact, my mother was so upset that she began telling me how fat I was. WTF. Are you freaking kidding me? What does me being overweight have to do with my sister having fun at Forever 21? So while my parents were plotting on ways to get my sister so become frugal, my mother goes on about how I am fat. So I called my sister up to warn her. Because if money makes them think I'm fat, it must be pretty bad right?
And just now, my lame-o history teacher posted grades. Like 2 hours before they are due. I'm missing an assignment or two and now my grade is a C. Seriously? I do all my freaking work in that class. So I dug up my papers, but the grades are due in an hour and a half. So on my grade report it will say that I have a C. Which is because the majority of our grades depend on our tests, but oh! we've only had ONE FREAKING TEST. Which just happened to be on Friday the 13th, and was just absolutely horrible.
So I went to my parents, so they don't freak out on me about having a C, which is probably going to be a B- when I get this all sorted out. I ran down stairs and my mother continues to tell me that she has no idea where I'm going in life. GOOD LORD. ARE YOU SERIOUS! IT IS A FREAKING C! She tells me that she hopes I can make it into a Cal-State, or even Mt. SAC, because I'm failing in her eyes. Then she goes on to compare me to my sister; who had a massive love for history and some kind of crush on this DBag of a teacher. That in itself is enough to gross me out. But anyway, she loves history, so she's good at it. History, as I said in one of my blogs, is lame to me. The past is the past, good to know, but let's move on. Seriously, there's always going to be a freaking past, and it just continues to grow. Anyway then my dad's talking about how I'm fat.
BAD GRADES HAVE FREAKING NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING OVERWEIGHT.
Okay, I lost like 2 inches around my waist, wth. Will my grades suddenly shoot up? No. It's like talking to recording. "Well, if you lost some weight..."
If I lost weight what? I'd suddenly become a princess? I'd suddenly have money? I'd suddenly be a freaking genius? My homework would suddenly be completed; the house immaculate? I'm seriously thinking of going on one of those rush diets. I bet, if I lose like 50 pounds, we'll have world peace.
SO the credit card bill came in today. In one month my sister managed to spend about $450. It is amazing. I'd applaud her, but my parents are quite upset. In fact, my mother was so upset that she began telling me how fat I was. WTF. Are you freaking kidding me? What does me being overweight have to do with my sister having fun at Forever 21? So while my parents were plotting on ways to get my sister so become frugal, my mother goes on about how I am fat. So I called my sister up to warn her. Because if money makes them think I'm fat, it must be pretty bad right?
And just now, my lame-o history teacher posted grades. Like 2 hours before they are due. I'm missing an assignment or two and now my grade is a C. Seriously? I do all my freaking work in that class. So I dug up my papers, but the grades are due in an hour and a half. So on my grade report it will say that I have a C. Which is because the majority of our grades depend on our tests, but oh! we've only had ONE FREAKING TEST. Which just happened to be on Friday the 13th, and was just absolutely horrible.
So I went to my parents, so they don't freak out on me about having a C, which is probably going to be a B- when I get this all sorted out. I ran down stairs and my mother continues to tell me that she has no idea where I'm going in life. GOOD LORD. ARE YOU SERIOUS! IT IS A FREAKING C! She tells me that she hopes I can make it into a Cal-State, or even Mt. SAC, because I'm failing in her eyes. Then she goes on to compare me to my sister; who had a massive love for history and some kind of crush on this DBag of a teacher. That in itself is enough to gross me out. But anyway, she loves history, so she's good at it. History, as I said in one of my blogs, is lame to me. The past is the past, good to know, but let's move on. Seriously, there's always going to be a freaking past, and it just continues to grow. Anyway then my dad's talking about how I'm fat.
BAD GRADES HAVE FREAKING NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING OVERWEIGHT.
Okay, I lost like 2 inches around my waist, wth. Will my grades suddenly shoot up? No. It's like talking to recording. "Well, if you lost some weight..."
If I lost weight what? I'd suddenly become a princess? I'd suddenly have money? I'd suddenly be a freaking genius? My homework would suddenly be completed; the house immaculate? I'm seriously thinking of going on one of those rush diets. I bet, if I lose like 50 pounds, we'll have world peace.
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