[happy_doughnut]

Mhm. I feel ya, meryl. Trust me... I feel ya... *sigh*

Well, it's my turn. Gah. I'm so aggravated right now! Everything sucks. Seriously.

Today must have been one of the worse days I've had in a long while:

It all started yesterday when I got into an argument with my dad. Now, admittedly, I'm not much of an "arguer" or anything. I'm not even that temperamental or have a "bad attitude." No... most of the time I try to be as mellow as I can be, but yesterday... oh, boy! I was already feeling shitty at school because I was sick and it was raining. Apparently though, I had a fever so I was all hot even though it was rainy and breezy. My dad goes to pick me up and my mom calls and asks me to go pick up some stuff at a store, so I tell my dad. On the way he asks what store I want to go to and I say that it doesn't matter; any grocery store will do. But could he have said, "Ok, we'll go to one closer to home"? Noooo. He made such a big deal about me not naming the store and not being clear and blah, blah, blah. I mean! Ahhhh! I got pissed and just said, "Oh, whatever. Just stop wherever you want to." And then I got blammed for being rude and blah, blah, blah. Ugh.

Oh, but did I tell you why I was being so "agressive" towards my dad? Well, because tomorrow I was supposed to go out somewhere important. IMPORTANT. And he had promised me he would be here to go drop me off and pick me up at the end. All was set. But nope. Yesterday, oh-so-casually, he just said, "Oh, hey. I have to work so I can't take you. Tell your brother or something, okay?" Or something? Wtf man! It makes me so mad because he always does this to me. Every time I ask him to be somewhere for me, he can never make it because "he has to work." And whenever I tell him he says, "Well, if I don't work, then you can't wear those pretty little clothes you like to wear." Omg. That hurts, guys. It's as if he thinks that just because he works and "gives me money" that it replaces or betters the fact that he is never there. Never. Birthdays, banquets, celebrations, hell, graduations... nothing. All the freaking clothes in the world don't amount to half of the value I've never received from him.

And the today... well, I asked my brother to take me to the mall because I needed to exchange something. So I go. I grab the skirt I'm going to exchange it for... same skirt, just different size - no big deal, right? Wrong! When I go up to the register, some f*cker is like, "What do you want?" ... So, I just think... okay... I need to exhange this for this please. And he just says, "No." Just like that and I'm like wtf? Why not? And he says that because I already wore it! !! What?! All the tags are there and I have the receipt AND it had been only about 3 days since I bought it. And there he is accusing me of returning it because I already wore it. I mean, hello dumbass! If I were doing that, wouldn't it be more sensible that I were exchanging it for something different? Not the same thing! And I get pissed because he's being a jerk so I request to speak with the manager and guess what? He says, "No, he doesn't have time to deal with the likes of you, so please leave before I call security." I wanted to die. No, I wanted to kill him. I mean, what was I doing? So (since I frequent the store) I walk over to where the manager is and demand to talk to him. He comes our asking what the matter is and I tell him that this ******* is insulting me. He hears the story and is all indignated. Right. So, what happens? He apologizes... tells me the skirt is on them and that any other merchandise is half off. And he bastard gets fired cause apparently it's not the first time this happens.

Well, pissed as I was I threw the skirt on the counter. I didn't want any of that shit.

I come home super angry only to hear my mother yelling. Apparently, she's angrier than I am. She yells and stomps and storms out the door saying how ungrateful every single one of her children are and ugh.



Was I not supposed to wake up today or something?