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| mudpiegrl (profile) wrote, on 12-9-2003 at 10:32pm | |
| Current mood: ::tear:: Music: washing machine Subject: i wish he would leave. |
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| he is so mean. my dad. i had a wonderful time with jennifer. we went all over the mall to find a present for her mum that she would just return anyway. we saw a sign for hot topic saying one shirt and another for half off...so we went in "no jen" "jorie why'd you let me come in here" then i got my hair stuck. jen almost pissed her pants. i tryed to undo it without telling her...that didnt work...it was caught on a rack with hangers, and i couldnt take off the hangers cuz the pants on them were too heavy and taking out my ponytail didnt work very well...so i asked jen and she just laughed but couldnt get it...so the lady comes over and you know how theyre like "do you guys need any help" am like...yes...lol...am stuck...jen ran away...she was laughing so hard. we bought shirts. then i came home. i asked my mum before i went, cuz i stayed home today, instructions from the doctor. she said yes. so i came home. the first thing "did you ask your mother if you could go?" yea...of course dumb-fuck, im too much of a good girl to leave when she says no. then i go to the garage...get a speech from my brother about college and shit and grades and im still a fucking junior! am having problems accepting its december. people talk about christmas and the reality isnt there. it will pass without me even knowing its here...it will seem like a dream. then am getting water and my dad goes, "you know if you have all the christmas stuff out-" "then i have to put it away, yes i know, thank you" i finished it. i get it everyday. no matter waht i do. thats why i spend so much time away from here. i hate him sooo much. so then he starts giving this speech...like always...let me tell you....I DONT NEED/WANT ANOTHER FUCKING LECTURE! so then...i say "why do you always lecture"...of course...not pleasant. i get them from everyone. am not good enough because of this i should do this better well i fucking done listening! if i was going to improve myself, you think i would listen to anything anyone fucking thought was good for me? i don think like that! i work when i want to! i hate when people tell me what to do and how to do it thats why i dont listen! i dont wanna be a fucking piece of clay that bends to everyones thoughts about how disappointing i am. the encouragement: youre smart you can do it. great guys...thanks for noticing...you think because im smart im ready to sit and take notes on fucking lectures!!!!!!! so then i come upstairs and start changing for bed. "jorie?" hm...in a very good mood may i add, because nothing had really ruined it yet. i start putting my clothes in the washer...doom dee da doom..."JORRIEEEEEEE!" oh what the fuck now?! "these lights at the bottom of the stairs..." i stopped listening...he stopped talking...k, just after i put my clothes in the washer. "i want this done..." dad! i am putting my clothes in the washer, once am done, i will be down to move them. thank you thats all that needs to be said. he kept going on. i told him about four more times the same thing. i will be down after i put my clothes in the washer. then he started saying shit i dont remember now and i took out the washing soap and shook it, but the top wasnt on well...so i got it all over the fucking wall and my shirt and my face and everywhere. it was about now my mother came up. i went and took off my shirt and started mopping up the fucking mess with my shirt...my mum is standing there telling me to leave it and fucking calm down. YOU FUCKING CALM DOWN YOURE IN THE GARAGE ALL THE TIME! so i was freaking out by now and my dad walks up "whats the problem?" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK MY PROBLEM IS ITS YOU DAMN IT!!! "im cleaning up the mess otherwise ill get bitched at for fifty minutes saying the same sentance in every way possible a thousand times. it doesnt get anything across that isnt across in "clean this up please" if you were fucking nice about it maybe i would do it more often! i dont mind cleaning...i cleaned all the dishes and put them away this morning. i cleaned the table of all its shit and clean my room when i feel like it. i dont do it often cuz i end up doing it soooo thoroughly that it takes htree hours, no matter how dirty it is. i organize everything. so then my mum said neil called and she told me i shoudl call him back. so i did. i was trying not to sob on the phone, seeing as i was just being hysterical not five minutes before. then i came online. jen sent me this site that this kid who is this persons cousins brother fathers friends kid...i dont know....some long ass thing...everyone wants to talk to jen...anyways, hes in flordia...and hes funny... heres an excerpt from one of his and jens convos, not real sns, dont try to IM them...and not whole convo...cuz its long... BlkCandy: guys go potty quickly evil salt: girls go potty slowly evil salt: why? BlkCandy: cuz we gotta pull down our pants BlkCandy: and sit BlkCandy: and pee BlkCandy: and wipe evil salt: yeah BlkCandy: and get up BlkCandy: and zip BlkCandy: and soap BlkCandy: and water evil salt: wipe? i didn't think about that evil salt: never mind BlkCandy: guys go unsip pee wash and leave evil salt: lol evil salt: *unzip* BlkCandy: geting up and sitting down takes energy evil salt: i guess it does evil salt: er evil salt: just go standing up evil salt: lol BlkCandy: lol BlkCandy: i've never tried evil salt: it's boring for guys BlkCandy: boring? evil salt: cause we can go either way, there's no adventure BlkCandy: lmao BlkCandy: you can potty sitting down? evil salt: yeah so at barnes and noble we see this book: How to Pee Standing Up: Tips for Hip Chicks and just died laughing. so then jen tells salt and he sends her this site A Women's Guide on How to Pee Standing Up" lol...i didnt know it was such a big deal to some people.....actually i didnt even know the idea exsisted, never mind the parts they talk about...need to go back to fifth grade...well.....thats all, folks! |
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hyperswimmingirl | Non-related comments, 12-10-03 10:15am First of all...*hug* Ok...then I really can't read your font cuz the purple-ish blue blends into the black. Also, I need to take a picture of you for yearbook since you don't have a school picture because I'm quoting you. I don't know if you're in school because i know you were sick for a while, but when you're here just tell me when you want to come in (it has to be 2nd, 5th or 6th period) and I can take a picture and get you a pass back to class, study hall or whatever. So yeah...I need to do that by the end of the week. Is very important to my grade. I fail without it. So yeah...just email me or leave me a comment saying when you can come in. |
sweetyas | 12-10-03 2:37pm Yea, parents are like that, they suck. My paretns hae been on my back too, they dont trust em anymore (im BAD)I looked at the how to pee standing up guide for women ( i didnt know half the words) This is what is was talking about in my journal "i dont wanna be a fucking piece of clay that bends to everyones thoughts" yea thats what i am, it either my parents or my friends, or my brother. Just live with ur parents, and act the way tehy want infront of them, and never argue back. (Yasamin's Guide to dealing with parents < i cant have one to peeing standing up cuz i dont) |