Excercising Womanhood
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR! RAWR! RAWRRAWRRAWRRAWR!! BLOODY FUCKING RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!
... rawr!
I'm in the last day of my period, and it's been relatively okay this time around. (The exception being my last I-hate-myself-so-much post, except there's some truth to that, but ANYWAY.) I think this small flux of irritation is the last of it. But whyyyy am I irritated? I had an absolutely wonderful day. I mean it, really. It was really nice. I woke up an hour later than usual because my dad was driving me to school, he got me a caramel frap on the way, and I missed most of physics due to a counselor meeting. I didn't have a video tech test, and then I had a relaxing time in journalism. Eighth period was studying video tech and physics, but I actually felt like I learned stuff. It was good. I went to get my allergy shots and my dad came looking for me after 20 minutes while I was waiting inside. He panicked because he came when I went to the bathroom and went looking for me. Mildly annoying. Another talk about college. Mildly annoying. Saying he didn't send the Otakon prereg checks. VERY FRIKKIN ANNOYING. He didn't send them because I made a typo and he wanted me to print out a whole new clean sheet instead of fixing the error with pen. GRAAAH. I WANTED IT TO BE SENT EARLY, NOT AT THE LAST MINUTE. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SENT OUT LAST SATURDAY, DAMMIT. It didn't get sent out Saturday because he wanted an accompanying business letter to go with the checks and list. *twitchgrowlrawr* WHAT THE HELL? WHAT IF THEY DON'T RECEIVE IT BY WEDNESDAY? WHAT IF THEY DON'T MEAN POSTMARKED BY? ARRRRRRRRRRGH I'm really irritated when
I come home and I just want to calm down. My sister's practicing and I close the door. He immediately opens it and keeps it wide open. I turn off Anna's music and close the door. I boot up the computer and she comes and asks me if I'm in a bad mood. I say, "yes," and she turns her music back on. DAMN YOU, THERE'S A REASON I TURNED IT OFF. You've been home since FUCKING 3 AND HAVE HAD PLENTY OF TIME TO PLAY YOUR MUSIC, BIOTCH. GRAH. I WANT MY OWN FUCKING ROOM FOR STUDYING WHERE I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO HER SHIT. GRAH. RAAAAAAAAAWR. And she keeps asking me if I have a lot of homework and I absolute despise it whenever she asks me. She asks me all the fucking time. Grah.
Dad then starts asking me about my schedule for next year, and I get really cranky. I snap at him a lot, and then he gets upset and tries to lecture me about how I'm behaving so badly.
"PEOPLE GET A LITTLE CRANKY WHEN THEY'RE HAVING THEY'RE PERIOD."
"... huh? What's that?"
At that point, my mom and I burst out laughing and she reminds him in Vietnamese. He gets frustrated and stops talking to me. I try to take this opportunity to laugh off my mood, but then my sister tells me it's just stupid, and not funny and I get moody again. Going up to my room, locking the door, and Megatokyo book 2 makes things better.
As most of you know, I'm coming down to Tech and UVA this weekend. That's all my parents are allowing me over spring break. My mom and dad invited their poetry friend down from Michigan and are hosting her and her husband for the week. We need to do the visit this weekend so I can take care of any last minute APX stuff at the end of break, along with any other homework I may put off. (I know myself enough to make room for that. -_-) My mom's not happy with that, but whatevs. I'll be at Tech from about 12-5PM on Saturday and I'll be at UVA at around 7-730ish and staying until noon the next day. I really want to see the art/graphic design/whatever may be related to the two departments at each school and explore the campuses a lot. I really can't hang out the whole time.
My parents are whining about how they'll have nothing to do all this time. I honestly don't care right now. -_- Fuuuuuck everything.
I'm really sorry to the MWC and W&M people. I know I said I'd visit. My parents said I'd visit. They lied a lot. It pisses the hell out of me, but it's a sacrifice on my parents' part, so I can only complain so much without being too much of an ungrateful brat.