It's just one of those days
I've had one of those days where one thing finally goes right and the next thing you know, everything just falls apart from there on out.
Volleyball went smoothER today. Our starting line-up is looking mighty fine, but not near our best potential. From volleyball on out, I wanted to run away. Far from here. This house is getting more and more dramatic as the second hand ticks along. I wasn't allowed to go out tonight, MY ONLY NIGHT OFF, because I "run too much" and have "too many academic obligations". Pshhhh...
A record. Tears swelled up and breathing became difficult an astonishing 3 times as I listened (I decided arguing with my mom lowers my intelligence) to my mother bitch about a variety of my failures: not being able to find a calculator from my 9th grade year, Mr. Vettori is yet to reimbursed my family, I have a job, I'm going to college and anything between those lines were probably covered also. Going to college is by far still the biggest and most pointless fight put up. Face it, I'm leaving. Jaa Mata... I also was lectured on how I should not (and won't, by what she says) work the lunch shift anymore, so I can get a paycheck of $39 a week due to my shit availability after school and weekends.
The best one: I should be taking OCC. It was hard enough for me to handle it while I wasn't in a season. My mom said that Liz should accept the fact that I'll be at school and let me miss practice once a week or I should just take Saturday courses. Hmm.. impossible. Saturdays are tournaments and I'm a fricken captain. I already miss 30 minutes for every early practice we have, I can't just miss a practice.
The only thing that got me through the night was my little letter. I have a feeling I'm going to be using it a lot in the future...
My final words: Screw you royally okaasan. I need an adoption family.
The ever lingering question I've been confronted with a million times in the past week: "Kaylee, what do you want for Christmas?" Well, if you read the cut, I need a new family (or just a mother). Other then that, I decided I do not and WILL NOT accept gifts of retail. I've been thinking, it's my senior year. I'm all about the memories and the special friend type stuff. Sentimental gifts mean the MOST to me by far. Last year, Eitak made me this collage frame with pictures all the way back to 6th grade. I made a scrapbook. Those kind of things make me happy. They mean a lot more, they always have. I'm all about the 'home-made, doesn't cost more the a box of popsicle sticks and glue' presents. There's your hint, use it wisely...
Or just don't get a thing. It makes it easier. Just being a friend is a gift enough people.
I had an experiment. Eek! There's some things I just shouldn't try to do on my own... especially while upset.
Volleyball went smoothER today. Our starting line-up is looking mighty fine, but not near our best potential. From volleyball on out, I wanted to run away. Far from here. This house is getting more and more dramatic as the second hand ticks along. I wasn't allowed to go out tonight, MY ONLY NIGHT OFF, because I "run too much" and have "too many academic obligations". Pshhhh...
A record. Tears swelled up and breathing became difficult an astonishing 3 times as I listened (I decided arguing with my mom lowers my intelligence) to my mother bitch about a variety of my failures: not being able to find a calculator from my 9th grade year, Mr. Vettori is yet to reimbursed my family, I have a job, I'm going to college and anything between those lines were probably covered also. Going to college is by far still the biggest and most pointless fight put up. Face it, I'm leaving. Jaa Mata... I also was lectured on how I should not (and won't, by what she says) work the lunch shift anymore, so I can get a paycheck of $39 a week due to my shit availability after school and weekends.
The best one: I should be taking OCC. It was hard enough for me to handle it while I wasn't in a season. My mom said that Liz should accept the fact that I'll be at school and let me miss practice once a week or I should just take Saturday courses. Hmm.. impossible. Saturdays are tournaments and I'm a fricken captain. I already miss 30 minutes for every early practice we have, I can't just miss a practice.
The only thing that got me through the night was my little letter. I have a feeling I'm going to be using it a lot in the future...
My final words: Screw you royally okaasan. I need an adoption family.
The ever lingering question I've been confronted with a million times in the past week: "Kaylee, what do you want for Christmas?" Well, if you read the cut, I need a new family (or just a mother). Other then that, I decided I do not and WILL NOT accept gifts of retail. I've been thinking, it's my senior year. I'm all about the memories and the special friend type stuff. Sentimental gifts mean the MOST to me by far. Last year, Eitak made me this collage frame with pictures all the way back to 6th grade. I made a scrapbook. Those kind of things make me happy. They mean a lot more, they always have. I'm all about the 'home-made, doesn't cost more the a box of popsicle sticks and glue' presents. There's your hint, use it wisely...
Or just don't get a thing. It makes it easier. Just being a friend is a gift enough people.
I had an experiment. Eek! There's some things I just shouldn't try to do on my own... especially while upset.