Oooo, am I livid!!! Today was just not my day ONCE AGAIN.
Why?
Let's start with my morning, shall we?
I go to school, thinking I will be able to take the small portion of my Italian test as quick as possible without missing too much of my math class. WELL... I waited... and waited... and waited... aaaaaand waited.... No teacher. At all. Whatso-flippin'-ever. I waited at her office for 30 freaking minutes and she didn't come. So, I wrote a note stating that I was off to my current class and hopefully I'll bump into her during Italian.
Once I was at math, I saw Marissa (who Facebook added me today *The plus of the day*) and thought, "Now it'll be a nice, easy going day! Nothing can go wrong!" Until my math teacher called me over to give me the results of my math test...
Oh... dear... I didn't do so hot, guys. I missed SOOOO many!!! I thought I actually did kind of decent!!
WRONG-O!!
My God... I was super disappointed in myself. At least I TRIED. That's all that matters. So, we made an appointment that tomorrow, I will finish those problems that I missed.
When it was time for Italian, I entered the class nonchalantly and waited for my teacher. We waited... and waited... and, yes, waited some more until a classmate came in, saying, "We don't have class today, guys." We were all like, "WHAAAAAT???" and he claimed that there was a note on the door saying we had no class today.
He was right.
I was happy!
Yet at the same time... INCREDIBLY ANGRY!!!!!!!
I said to myself, "I wasted 30 minutes of my life for NO ONE BUT OXYGEN!!!" I could have taken that math test. I could have... TODAY. But no. Nope. Nada... My Italian teacher decided to be a troll.
HOWEVER, I will state this; hopefully my teacher and her family/friends are okay and hopefully the reason why she wasn't here today was because of something small and not something traumatic.
NONETHELESS, OH MY FLIPPIN' GOD!!!!!
So I come home... still a little heated up but I tell myself, "Nope, it's aaaall fine and dandy now because you're home. What could POSSIBLY... go wrong now?"
My parents... That's what went wrong...
They are getting on my nerves quite a lot lately. Firstly... They won't shut up about running. I could win the Nobel Peace Prize and they'd STILL talk about an up-coming marathon or something dealing with RUNNING...
I'm glad they are athletic in their old age but MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!! CALM YOUR GUYS' TITS ALREADY!!!!!!
Not only is their obsession with running bothering me, but also their immaturity.
I feel like Stewie from Family Guy. Smart, humerus and nothing like my parents. My parents are strange... Like... beyond strange... Like... You think YOUR folks are bad? Nuh-uh... Live with my parents for a day. They'll drive you bonkers. And I've been living with them for 18 years.
HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?
I love 'em and all... but... Jimeny Cricket!!!
... I'll tell you what... I'm not only mad. I'm pretty goddamn sad too. I'm getting to another phase where I'm missing Mason tremendously; more than I ever have. I blame the dreams... I'm keeping myself occupied though. The story is turning out great. I'm really proud of myself for that. Yet... I'm not doing so swell...
I'm not going to dis my dad here (Not you, Chris <3), but he's slightly the problem. My dad didn't have the most fabulous childhood... So, he doesn't no any better on some things. Yet that doesn't give him a reason to put me down unintentionally... or... sometimes intentionally.
I'll give you an example:
Just a few minutes ago, he was KIND OF giving me crap for only having 2 classes in my college while my cousin has 4. Nonetheless, he didn't know she only has 4 classes on certain days where I have 2 classes every weekday.
I mean, yea... that's a little mean how he underestimated me over my cousin having more classes then I do... But it SORT OF... KIND OF... TINY BIT isn't his fault since he didn't know the whole story!
It's... what I go through, folks. I don't like it, Mason doesn't like it... but I tolerate it because my dad doesn't know any better. It's hard, yes, because I beat the crap out of myself after he's done lecturing me but... ya know... What can you do? I can't stand up to him... My mom can't stand up to him... I won't let Mason stand up to him... So we all keep our mouths shut and take it.
Isn't that wonderful?
... I'm not going to continue. I just wanted to share this with you all in case you were curious of why I might be emotional in one post however not tell you my reasons.
It's not ALWAYS my dad. But it sometimes is.
I wish Mason was home... He'd make me feel better...
...
You know what was cute earlier today? Because it's so cold out, my hands become ICE. I don't know what is up with my hands but they tend to be cold all the stinkin' time... Anyway, I was remembering how Mason would touch my cold hands and freak out because they were FREEZING compared to his hands! And as he'd warm them up, we'd play around and ask each other, "WHY ARE YOU SO WARM?!" or "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS COLD????"
It's pretty funny stuff.
I can't wait for him to come home... You know what I fear the most? Passing out when I see him because I had an overload of joy. It would be hilarious yet scary. Hopefully I don't pass out because I want to spend every last second of each day during the 10 day leave with him. I don't even want to SLEEP. I just... want to be with him... I want to be able to touch him and say, "You're not a dream anymore. You're actually here."
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