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Well. Today was ok. for the most part. It then proceeded to totally tear itself to pieces.
Slept till one... had a dentist appt. at 2:30. Which wasn't so bad.. just got my teeth cleaned and whatnot. Then went to the mall. Came home... and apparently one of my dad's pairs of jeans got into my pile. and my pile happens to be all over my floor at the moment. Needless to say... he wasn't impressed. So I offered to iron his slagging jeans for him. But no... he then proceeds to yell loud enough that my collection of pencils and other various writing utensils roll off my desk, about how my room is messy, I look like crap, and how my opinions are wrong. Number one... when is my room NOT messy? And didn't we have this truce thing about my parents not even setting foot in my room so they wouldn't have to look at it? I THINK WE DID. Number two.(I'm saving the appearance thing for last.) My opinions are wrong? There are so many things wrong with this. Such as... what the hell do my opinions have to do with having a messy room? And You don't fucking scream at someone that their opinions are wrong and then just storm out without giving the other person a chance to ask what the fuck is going on. ESPECIALLY after they apologized AND offered to iron the freakin pants. Also... it's a pair of pants! What the hell do these people want from me. I go to university. I have nice friends. I get good grades. I have some semblance of a future in vague sight. I work during the summer. I'm capapble of independant living. WHAT ELSE DO YOU THEY WANT FROM ME? If the fact that I have a messy room is the most of their worries, you'd THINK that they'd be just a BIT less uptight about these things. Like he never ASKED why I sleep till noon. Maybe it's because for the past month I've been doing nothing but writing essays and studying for/writing EXAMS. You know... those THINGS THAT HELP YOU STAY IN UNIVERSITY. AND MAYBE I"VE BEEN JUST A LITTLE FUCKING STRESSED LATELY OKTHXBAI.
So. I write them a nasty note (along the lines of "If I'm such a disappointment I'm sorry I ever fucking existed") and went for a drive. Just because. Well. I've not done anything like that before. And I was fucking pissed to have my opinions and intelligence insulted by my own father whose opinions I value greatly, depspite the fact I had surpassed his reading level by the time I got into fourth grade.
And so, they call all my friends and their parents. And I now probably seem like such a delinquint to them. Thanks guys.
Another thing that really pissed me off... was how they (especially my father) insulted my appearance. Ok... for those of you that know me, you know that I spent a good 8 years having my appearance insulted by my peers. And thats ok. Thats fine. I like to think I'm over that. But when your own parents do it. Thats enough to seriously make me WANT to drive into a pole at high speeds. Which I was quite proud of myself for not wanting to do for a very long time. But now I"m back at square one. Again. Thanks guys. And they don't understand why this upsets me. They're all like "you have to care what people think because thats how you get ahead in the world" WELL GUESS WHAT FUCKERS? I SPENT 8 FUCKIN YEARS DOING THAT AND IT NEARLY FUCKING KILLED ME.
I have decided that this world doesn't merit my participation. This world has to prove to me that it values whatever I have to offer. And so far, NO FUCKING DICE. You want me to lose some weight, shop at tommy hilfiger, and watch american idol? fine. Give me one good-fucking-earth-shattering reason. Until that time, society can lick my proverbial balls.
Slept till one... had a dentist appt. at 2:30. Which wasn't so bad.. just got my teeth cleaned and whatnot. Then went to the mall. Came home... and apparently one of my dad's pairs of jeans got into my pile. and my pile happens to be all over my floor at the moment. Needless to say... he wasn't impressed. So I offered to iron his slagging jeans for him. But no... he then proceeds to yell loud enough that my collection of pencils and other various writing utensils roll off my desk, about how my room is messy, I look like crap, and how my opinions are wrong. Number one... when is my room NOT messy? And didn't we have this truce thing about my parents not even setting foot in my room so they wouldn't have to look at it? I THINK WE DID. Number two.(I'm saving the appearance thing for last.) My opinions are wrong? There are so many things wrong with this. Such as... what the hell do my opinions have to do with having a messy room? And You don't fucking scream at someone that their opinions are wrong and then just storm out without giving the other person a chance to ask what the fuck is going on. ESPECIALLY after they apologized AND offered to iron the freakin pants. Also... it's a pair of pants! What the hell do these people want from me. I go to university. I have nice friends. I get good grades. I have some semblance of a future in vague sight. I work during the summer. I'm capapble of independant living. WHAT ELSE DO YOU THEY WANT FROM ME? If the fact that I have a messy room is the most of their worries, you'd THINK that they'd be just a BIT less uptight about these things. Like he never ASKED why I sleep till noon. Maybe it's because for the past month I've been doing nothing but writing essays and studying for/writing EXAMS. You know... those THINGS THAT HELP YOU STAY IN UNIVERSITY. AND MAYBE I"VE BEEN JUST A LITTLE FUCKING STRESSED LATELY OKTHXBAI.
So. I write them a nasty note (along the lines of "If I'm such a disappointment I'm sorry I ever fucking existed") and went for a drive. Just because. Well. I've not done anything like that before. And I was fucking pissed to have my opinions and intelligence insulted by my own father whose opinions I value greatly, depspite the fact I had surpassed his reading level by the time I got into fourth grade.
And so, they call all my friends and their parents. And I now probably seem like such a delinquint to them. Thanks guys.
Another thing that really pissed me off... was how they (especially my father) insulted my appearance. Ok... for those of you that know me, you know that I spent a good 8 years having my appearance insulted by my peers. And thats ok. Thats fine. I like to think I'm over that. But when your own parents do it. Thats enough to seriously make me WANT to drive into a pole at high speeds. Which I was quite proud of myself for not wanting to do for a very long time. But now I"m back at square one. Again. Thanks guys. And they don't understand why this upsets me. They're all like "you have to care what people think because thats how you get ahead in the world" WELL GUESS WHAT FUCKERS? I SPENT 8 FUCKIN YEARS DOING THAT AND IT NEARLY FUCKING KILLED ME.
I have decided that this world doesn't merit my participation. This world has to prove to me that it values whatever I have to offer. And so far, NO FUCKING DICE. You want me to lose some weight, shop at tommy hilfiger, and watch american idol? fine. Give me one good-fucking-earth-shattering reason. Until that time, society can lick my proverbial balls.
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I get the feeling that I don't count though -_-;;;
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happiness....gotta love the holidays
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In other news... thanks for the offer. Hopefully I won't be taking you up on that. However hanging out would be cool...
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