Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I cannot forget, i mustnot forget!

I cannot forget!
I am worried that tonight i will go down to watch television with my family but i'll slip back into being happy when underneath it isn't really like that.
I am upset that dad doesn't care about me and won't speak to me but he shows great concern for the other two? Grandad acts like another parent and taunts and thinks he has a right to tell me what to do when he won't do the chores on HIS day! Hello? but did i ask you for you're say? Correct me if i am wrong, but this isn't your house and it's none of your business!
Today the girl who coined me the self obsessed bitch joined the debating team. This confused me seeing as this girl hates getting up and talking in front of people. I wonder if she is doing this despite me? I don't care i just don't want to see her.
I also had NAPLAN prac tests all day which was absolutely super! (sarcastic)
On the bus i saw this totally hot guy but then i saw him walk up to this slag from a public school. I think it was Cromer? And pash her. The girl had to be in year 12 with massive make up and piercings and a ciggarette hanging from her hands.
Then as if to top it all off i was waiting in the rain for sister number 2 to hurry up and meet with me for dad to come and pick us up. By 10 past 4 she comes along with another girl who rides with us and says, "Come on, where gonna catch a bus!" and turns around and walks another way.
My reasons for not liking this plan
1. Dad will be here in 15 minutes
2. We don't know what time the bus goes or where it is
3. Dad doesn't know about this plan and he's coming our way anyway
4. I didn't know about this plan.
So anyway i tell her all this and she's like "Just because you had a bad day, don't take it out a=on everybody else, you stay here and we'll go and get the bus!"
We get to the bus stop and find that it leaves at 4:35, by this time we could already be in the car.
Everyone is pissed with the smart one. Build a bridge and get over it.

I cannot forget the reasons why my piss poor family is driving me to the point of tears.

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