So first the MUN conference? I swear, we were doing so well. Then he goes 'I didn't turn in my policy paper!' And I go '... EFF YOU.' So there goes twenty points. And then fifteen minutes when I sit outside writing the resolution, and he doesn't comment/caucus/DO ANYTHING. 'I just feel dead', he says. FEEL DEAD my ass. HE doesn't turn in that position paper and HE decides to slack so I have to do all the effing work. And the talking and thinking and GAAH gave me an effing headache. I slept at two, I wrote 4/5 of that position paper, I should be one that effing 'feels dead', dammit.
And then my mom picks me up and 'Alice! You have violin class in two minutes!' Yeah, thanks, mom. -_- So I get dragged there, and I'm like half asleep the whole class, so we only got through two songs. And my teacher was MAAAD, man. He was all like 'If you don't even make an effort, why do you even come!' Wooow how encouraging. Sounds like my dad, almost. Except for my violin teacher isn't a half-bald John Proctor. And my mom comes thirty minutes late to pick us up, and I get all fed up and 'Mom, why are you ALWAYS late?' So she gets pretty fed up, you know? And then that's where the crazy theatrics come in. EXCEPT this time, there was no crying! :DDD Instead, there was this really eerie silence. I think it's called the silent treatment or something? Whatever it is, it was better than you know, my ears kinda hurting?
So we get home, and my mom has this SUDDEN mood change, and she's nice all of a sudden! ('mom' and 'nice' in the same sentence? no way!) 'Alice, you can just stay home and sleep. You don't have to go to dinner with the rest of us.' So I was like 'aww thanks mommy... wait. Weren't you mad at me?' And the bitch says 'Yeah. I just don't want your face ruining the dinner.' FCK THAT. MY face ruining HER fcking dinner. And then my dad comes home, and she's like rushing him and Tina into the car. But whoops. I said hi to him. Plan failed, mommy. So he's like 'Oh Alice. Why don't you come with us, since you're awake?' So I go get dressed and everything, but my mom's like 'I think Alice is tired. We'll bring dinner home to her. She needs her rest.' And I'm like 'oh no I really don't!' And she's like '...YES YOU DO, DAMMIT. Don't you dare come to dinner with that attitude.' WHAT attitude? Last time I checked, her mind was the one with the upside down ideas.
So I'm home alone. No dinner, no family, pretty much disappointed. (: So I think I'm gonna make myself some oatmeal. Wow, oatmeal for dinner! Sometimes, I think that I'm so spoiled! AND THEN I get even a BIGGER helping of btching when that dysfunctional unit comes back home! But you know, having the house to myself is kinda peaceful, even if it's more a melancholy feeling that a happy one. Still. No one here = no one to hurt me, right? (:
So first the MUN conference? I swear, we were doing so well. Then he goes 'I didn't turn in my policy paper!' And I go '... EFF YOU.' So there goes twenty points. And then fifteen minutes when I sit outside writing the resolution, and he doesn't comment/caucus/DO ANYTHING. 'I just feel dead', he says. FEEL DEAD my ass. HE doesn't turn in that position paper and HE decides to slack so I have to do all the effing work. And the talking and thinking and GAAH gave me an effing headache. I slept at two, I wrote 4/5 of that position paper, I should be one that effing 'feels dead', dammit.
And then my mom picks me up and 'Alice! You have violin class in two minutes!' Yeah, thanks, mom. -_- So I get dragged there, and I'm like half asleep the whole class, so we only got through two songs. And my teacher was MAAAD, man. He was all like 'If you don't even make an effort, why do you even come!' Wooow how encouraging. Sounds like my dad, almost. Except for my violin teacher isn't a half-bald John Proctor. And my mom comes thirty minutes late to pick us up, and I get all fed up and 'Mom, why are you ALWAYS late?' So she gets pretty fed up, you know? And then that's where the crazy theatrics come in. EXCEPT this time, there was no crying! :DDD Instead, there was this really eerie silence. I think it's called the silent treatment or something? Whatever it is, it was better than you know, my ears kinda hurting?
So we get home, and my mom has this SUDDEN mood change, and she's nice all of a sudden! ('mom' and 'nice' in the same sentence? no way!) 'Alice, you can just stay home and sleep. You don't have to go to dinner with the rest of us.' So I was like 'aww thanks mommy... wait. Weren't you mad at me?' And the bitch says 'Yeah. I just don't want your face ruining the dinner.' FCK THAT. MY face ruining HER fcking dinner. And then my dad comes home, and she's like rushing him and Tina into the car. But whoops. I said hi to him. Plan failed, mommy. So he's like 'Oh Alice. Why don't you come with us, since you're awake?' So I go get dressed and everything, but my mom's like 'I think Alice is tired. We'll bring dinner home to her. She needs her rest.' And I'm like 'oh no I really don't!' And she's like '...YES YOU DO, DAMMIT. Don't you dare come to dinner with that attitude.' WHAT attitude? Last time I checked, her mind was the one with the upside down ideas.
So I'm home alone. No dinner, no family, pretty much disappointed. (: So I think I'm gonna make myself some oatmeal. Wow, oatmeal for dinner! Sometimes, I think that I'm so spoiled! AND THEN I get even a BIGGER helping of btching when that dysfunctional unit comes back home! But you know, having the house to myself is kinda peaceful, even if it's more a melancholy feeling that a happy one. Still. No one here = no one to hurt me, right? (:
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
