Tuesday, September 21, 2004
I'M. SO. MAD.
The past few nights have been filled with so much anger!!! Grr... Hulk anger.
Last night the parental made tacos for dinner for the first time ever. I'm not allowed to use my front teeth until they are filled. I had to eat it like a taco salad and got in trouble for using my hands at the dinner table. My brothers have the worst table manners in the world. Do they get in trouble?? No! Of course not!
My cousin came over this afternoon. I took a nap and while sleeping she thought it would be fun to draw a pair of glasses and a moustache on my face with the parental's eye liner. It's the expensive kind cause only the best materials can touch the face of my mother. She got pissed of course and now I have to buy her a new one with my OWN money. I'm so buying her one from the dollar store.
The dentist called today asking to book my next appointment. I have to get my teeth filled soon, so that I can eat normally. They were offering us September 30th, which is already too far away since I should get it done before the week ends. The parental says it's too early for her and books one for October 4th!!! I got mad of course, which lead to her reasoning about how she can't miss work. Work or your daughters teeth??? Apparently work ranks higher than I do. I feel so loved...
Dinner tonight was pizza. What the fuck?! I obviously can't eat pizza. Well I can, but it takes longer and I normally lose my appetite after the first slice and will probably complain of hunger later. And of course I got in trouble for eating just one slice. I didn't talk back cause from previous experiences I learned that I just end up in more trouble. Well guess what? I still got in trouble. FOr showing attitude and being such a drama queen. I figured I might as well act like a drama queen if I'm getting in trouble for it and left the table.
My older brother came home sick. My mother made him soup. He's 24 years old for crying out loud!!! Did I get soup when I was hurt? No. Her reason: "You're old enough." Fuck! Sure, I got a little bit of special treatment, but it was cancelled out by the constant reminder of the dental treatment costs that would come after. I guess a hug that I didn't want in the first place and a few tears were enough for me in her head.
I'm here now and still angered. I would go on, but apparently this isn't helping. I'm not even watching the season finale of Big Brother and what's even scarier is that I don't care.
The past few nights have been filled with so much anger!!! Grr... Hulk anger.
Last night the parental made tacos for dinner for the first time ever. I'm not allowed to use my front teeth until they are filled. I had to eat it like a taco salad and got in trouble for using my hands at the dinner table. My brothers have the worst table manners in the world. Do they get in trouble?? No! Of course not!
My cousin came over this afternoon. I took a nap and while sleeping she thought it would be fun to draw a pair of glasses and a moustache on my face with the parental's eye liner. It's the expensive kind cause only the best materials can touch the face of my mother. She got pissed of course and now I have to buy her a new one with my OWN money. I'm so buying her one from the dollar store.
The dentist called today asking to book my next appointment. I have to get my teeth filled soon, so that I can eat normally. They were offering us September 30th, which is already too far away since I should get it done before the week ends. The parental says it's too early for her and books one for October 4th!!! I got mad of course, which lead to her reasoning about how she can't miss work. Work or your daughters teeth??? Apparently work ranks higher than I do. I feel so loved...
Dinner tonight was pizza. What the fuck?! I obviously can't eat pizza. Well I can, but it takes longer and I normally lose my appetite after the first slice and will probably complain of hunger later. And of course I got in trouble for eating just one slice. I didn't talk back cause from previous experiences I learned that I just end up in more trouble. Well guess what? I still got in trouble. FOr showing attitude and being such a drama queen. I figured I might as well act like a drama queen if I'm getting in trouble for it and left the table.
My older brother came home sick. My mother made him soup. He's 24 years old for crying out loud!!! Did I get soup when I was hurt? No. Her reason: "You're old enough." Fuck! Sure, I got a little bit of special treatment, but it was cancelled out by the constant reminder of the dental treatment costs that would come after. I guess a hug that I didn't want in the first place and a few tears were enough for me in her head.
I'm here now and still angered. I would go on, but apparently this isn't helping. I'm not even watching the season finale of Big Brother and what's even scarier is that I don't care.
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