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Ok so now that I've had some sleep, Starbucks, and stew I'm feeling coherent enough to explain why exactly i was throwing my shit around.
Friday was bad in the beginning but got better as the day went on. We had no school on Wednesday so we were all behind in ceramics. we have to have 4 pinch pots, and 4 mugs glazed and fired by the end of the month, while we're doing our boxes. I had some extra time at the end of class so i decided to dip 2 of my mugs seeing as how they were going to be dipped in the same color. The first one went very well, i was worried cause its huge and for my ma but it worked out ok, the other though...
I've had some problems with that one from the beginning. a chunk had fallen off of it while i worked on it and i fixed it up pretty nicely if i do say so myself. But then after i dipped it I was wiping off some of the glaze when i twisted it the wrong way and the handle broke off. Very angry about that. Ms. LeBlond told me it was alright and as long as i had it fired the first time she wouldn't hold it against me but i was still pissed about it.
Then my boss called around 12 and asked if i could come in 1:30-4 for her cause she had an appointment and if she couldn't make it she would have to wait all the way till the end of march. I asked for this weekend off so she told me she was super sorry but i went ahead and worked anyway.
Then super wonderful awesomeness on friday night. I went to the Monster Jam at the Q. So wonderful! My dad took me, cars and monster trucks are a few of the only things we agree on, and bought me a Gravedigger hat!!! it was great, no awesome flips or anything but during the wheelie contest one of the trucks did break the front axel, the tires were going the opposite ways...
Saturday was also super wonderful. I got my hair done that morning. Cut, dyed, the whole shebang. it turned out really nice and hopefully i can get pictures up soon. Then ma and i went to walmart to get some things so that my room looks presentable for when my aunt comes tomorrow. What some of you might not know is that i have no sheet on my bed. I can't sleep with one, normally, i just kick it off in the middle of the night so once it got tiring to put it back on every morning i just said fuck it and left it off. But seeing as how she has to go through my room to get to the one she's staying in my bed had to look all nice. The sheet/pillow cases/comforter all match and are super super cute! they match my paintballed-walls (blue and green and yellow with a hint of my favorite color, PURPLE). I cleaned a bit (I'm super messy, god forbid if i ever live with a roommate) and went to starbucks with sarah for about an hour and a half.
Well, I ended up staying up late and to my surprise so did my father. We had a nice talk about what we could do with my second bedroom (i've been wanting to move into it for over a year) once my aunt is gone and that he's been thinking about getting me a "big girl bed". I've had the same bed since my parents split up in '96. it was my cousin Brian's before me and is simply a twin bed with drawers underneath. so essentially it is not a 20 year olds bed but i've really never complained.
wonderful weekend with my father right? lots of togetherness and sharing right? brings us together, bonds us....
fuck that shit. Me and my father can't handle all the much time together. by this morning he ended up biting my head off. it goes like this...
More backstory:
I've slept upstairs since we all moved in here some time ago 7 or 8 years i think. my parents respect my privacy to the extent that they never come up here. well, my ma does. there has been some times that my father just took it upon himself to stroll his ass up here and for almost anyone else it wouldn't be that bad but when your not used to it...
i know i know i'm prolly sounding like a spoiled bitch at the moment but bear with me.
My dad took it upon himself to get the room my aunt was staying in carpeted. he was going to measure the room and buy and install the carpet himself. that pissed me off right there because all i have is an area rug...so when i move up here to spend YEARS of my life i get an area rug, when my aunt comes to stay for maybe 2 months tops she gets fucking carpeting. Ok no big deal but let me now when were having that wonderful father/daughter talk the night before. I have some things laying out, old stories and such that no father wants to see, give me warning so that i can hide the shit.
So when he told me he was going to go and measure it i asked him not to. my exact words were "please dad, its not ready yet. let me do it or just get an area rug or something." my ma agreed with me and my dad got so pissed he screamed "fine, spoiled bitch" slammed the tape measurer on the table and slammed the door on the way out.
This all was about a half an hour before i posted that tossing shit around dealio, i was throwing old bags of cloths into a cubby hole. it felt good.
he ended up getting a obviously way to small area rug for it. he said something like its small, hope she doesn't mind
I prolly overreacted, and i know he did. my ma thinks that he needs a medication adjustment. he's on blood pressure pills and when he doesn't take them his one HUGE bastard.
so despite all of this i'm really looking forward to seeing my aunt dorothy. I haven't seen her since we went to visit easter two years ago. she's the one that bought my prom dress and altered it for me. shes great and i wish she would move up here from Oklahoma but her daughter and grandchildren live in kansas so i don't think that'll happen. she moved down there cause her first husband was in the army and stationed over there. her son, J.R. was my favorite cousin on that side of my family. poor thing died in a car crash years ago.
I feel so much better now...ya'll have no idea.
EDIT: just reallized how long this actually is so i recut it to save all your friend pages ^_^
Friday was bad in the beginning but got better as the day went on. We had no school on Wednesday so we were all behind in ceramics. we have to have 4 pinch pots, and 4 mugs glazed and fired by the end of the month, while we're doing our boxes. I had some extra time at the end of class so i decided to dip 2 of my mugs seeing as how they were going to be dipped in the same color. The first one went very well, i was worried cause its huge and for my ma but it worked out ok, the other though...
I've had some problems with that one from the beginning. a chunk had fallen off of it while i worked on it and i fixed it up pretty nicely if i do say so myself. But then after i dipped it I was wiping off some of the glaze when i twisted it the wrong way and the handle broke off. Very angry about that. Ms. LeBlond told me it was alright and as long as i had it fired the first time she wouldn't hold it against me but i was still pissed about it.
Then my boss called around 12 and asked if i could come in 1:30-4 for her cause she had an appointment and if she couldn't make it she would have to wait all the way till the end of march. I asked for this weekend off so she told me she was super sorry but i went ahead and worked anyway.
Then super wonderful awesomeness on friday night. I went to the Monster Jam at the Q. So wonderful! My dad took me, cars and monster trucks are a few of the only things we agree on, and bought me a Gravedigger hat!!! it was great, no awesome flips or anything but during the wheelie contest one of the trucks did break the front axel, the tires were going the opposite ways...
Saturday was also super wonderful. I got my hair done that morning. Cut, dyed, the whole shebang. it turned out really nice and hopefully i can get pictures up soon. Then ma and i went to walmart to get some things so that my room looks presentable for when my aunt comes tomorrow. What some of you might not know is that i have no sheet on my bed. I can't sleep with one, normally, i just kick it off in the middle of the night so once it got tiring to put it back on every morning i just said fuck it and left it off. But seeing as how she has to go through my room to get to the one she's staying in my bed had to look all nice. The sheet/pillow cases/comforter all match and are super super cute! they match my paintballed-walls (blue and green and yellow with a hint of my favorite color, PURPLE). I cleaned a bit (I'm super messy, god forbid if i ever live with a roommate) and went to starbucks with sarah for about an hour and a half.
Well, I ended up staying up late and to my surprise so did my father. We had a nice talk about what we could do with my second bedroom (i've been wanting to move into it for over a year) once my aunt is gone and that he's been thinking about getting me a "big girl bed". I've had the same bed since my parents split up in '96. it was my cousin Brian's before me and is simply a twin bed with drawers underneath. so essentially it is not a 20 year olds bed but i've really never complained.
wonderful weekend with my father right? lots of togetherness and sharing right? brings us together, bonds us....
fuck that shit. Me and my father can't handle all the much time together. by this morning he ended up biting my head off. it goes like this...
More backstory:
I've slept upstairs since we all moved in here some time ago 7 or 8 years i think. my parents respect my privacy to the extent that they never come up here. well, my ma does. there has been some times that my father just took it upon himself to stroll his ass up here and for almost anyone else it wouldn't be that bad but when your not used to it...
i know i know i'm prolly sounding like a spoiled bitch at the moment but bear with me.
My dad took it upon himself to get the room my aunt was staying in carpeted. he was going to measure the room and buy and install the carpet himself. that pissed me off right there because all i have is an area rug...so when i move up here to spend YEARS of my life i get an area rug, when my aunt comes to stay for maybe 2 months tops she gets fucking carpeting. Ok no big deal but let me now when were having that wonderful father/daughter talk the night before. I have some things laying out, old stories and such that no father wants to see, give me warning so that i can hide the shit.
So when he told me he was going to go and measure it i asked him not to. my exact words were "please dad, its not ready yet. let me do it or just get an area rug or something." my ma agreed with me and my dad got so pissed he screamed "fine, spoiled bitch" slammed the tape measurer on the table and slammed the door on the way out.
This all was about a half an hour before i posted that tossing shit around dealio, i was throwing old bags of cloths into a cubby hole. it felt good.
he ended up getting a obviously way to small area rug for it. he said something like its small, hope she doesn't mind
I prolly overreacted, and i know he did. my ma thinks that he needs a medication adjustment. he's on blood pressure pills and when he doesn't take them his one HUGE bastard.
so despite all of this i'm really looking forward to seeing my aunt dorothy. I haven't seen her since we went to visit easter two years ago. she's the one that bought my prom dress and altered it for me. shes great and i wish she would move up here from Oklahoma but her daughter and grandchildren live in kansas so i don't think that'll happen. she moved down there cause her first husband was in the army and stationed over there. her son, J.R. was my favorite cousin on that side of my family. poor thing died in a car crash years ago.
I feel so much better now...ya'll have no idea.
EDIT: just reallized how long this actually is so i recut it to save all your friend pages ^_^