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Mar 1, 2007 4:16:07 GMT -5
Post by Frostwing on Mar 1, 2007 4:16:07 GMT -5
While i normally hate feeling like the person who jumps into a conversation thats none of her buisness *sweat drop* i just thought i'd offer support to ANYONE who needs it... i'm quite good at it as i seem to spend 90% of my life helping friends get over one woe or another. No matter how bad stuff gets it'll get better eventually.
And that people is the goofy little random comment of support from the deepest depths of my (somewhat frozen) heart. ~from the little someone you've probably all forgotten *another sweatdrop*
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Mar 1, 2007 15:30:25 GMT -5
Post by stardragon on Mar 1, 2007 15:30:25 GMT -5
Lost maybe dearie but not forgotten
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Apr 12, 2007 14:36:33 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-D on Apr 12, 2007 14:36:33 GMT -5
Never.
*Ahem* Just throwing this out there:
So, yeah, I failed thsi quarter's Chemistry and Writing I. Writing I is a remedial freshman course I didn't even know I was failing. (I'm a sophomore) Chem is understandable, but still not acceptable.
So I'm grounded for life or w/e.
But that's no surprise.
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Apr 16, 2007 18:17:00 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Apr 16, 2007 18:17:00 GMT -5
Just so that we're utterly freakin' clear, my mother has to be the biggest bitch in the universe, which is why I haven't any more time to study with SD tonight.
Because I studied logarithms with SD, I wasn't able to do the dishes. I assumed my mother would be understanding in that doing this homework would assist me in passing a very important test in Algebra II. Apparently not.
While I did finish quite a few problems with SD, and a few more on my own, I was unable to complete it because I ran into trouble. So I just started taking a break, and my stepdad came home. He was agitated that I didn't do the dishes since it would lead to my mother yelling and complaining, so he started doing the dishes himself. Then I got pissed because of the fact that I was working my ass off and it amounted to nothing, so I took the dog out, fed him and the cat, and went to go take a shower to cool me down.
So, my mother comes home and asks me why I didn't do the dishes. I say I didn't because I was doing my homework and she asks me why I'm in the shower early, so I tell her that I'm agitated. She asks why and I tell her that it's because I don't know what to do anymore.
So thus begins the yelling at me, at which I try to defend myself as usual--I should seriously stop and take the shit, but I can't. So now I'm the girl that doesn't give three shits for anyone or anything except for one thing--myself and the computer. Which isn't even one thing. Plus, she re-shortened my time to 9:30 until further notice, blamed me again for all her problems, called me a lazy procrastinator, said I don't give a damn about the car she paid 100 fucking dollars for and insured and tagged, then told me to go on the computer and SMILE with all the people from around the world.
My computer was 500 dollars, plus her expenses for the wireless keyboard and mouse and flatscreen. I paid for the scanner and speakers. I was excited about my fucking car.
And I am tired of my mother, and tired of my stepdad. I have no defense. My sister says that I'm going to thank my mother for this one day.
Tell me when, cause it sure as hell ain't now. Mom must want me to fail that fucking test, because all she talks about is the zeros I have now, the 60% of the class test notwithstanding.
I hope I fail. I hope I end up as a reject. Because maybe then, where the High Honor Roll of last nine weeks failed, perhaps my true failure will make her happy. Then she can talk all the shit she wants and be RIGHT.
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Apr 16, 2007 19:54:59 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-D on Apr 16, 2007 19:54:59 GMT -5
Christ...I'm sick of her, I really am. Gods, you can't do anything right in that damn woman's eyes...But don't say that, Sessh. You gotta prove her WRONG. You gotta work hard, and be a success, and prove her wrong.
Just think: Then you can shove it in her ass-face. I can keep helping you with whatever you need, and and then you can rub it all in her face. And, just think, in less than half a year, you'll be out of there anyway, right? Just have strength, and persevere. You'll get through it, then you can start your own life. Patience and endurance are the keys.
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Apr 16, 2007 20:31:25 GMT -5
Post by Pyris on Apr 16, 2007 20:31:25 GMT -5
I used to do all the work around the house, watch the kids, do my homework, and had a job. (Before I even attempted to get online). She used to do the same thing to me: Yell at me whenever something small went wrong... Or even if she had a bad day. One day I got exceptionally angry, dropped everything I did and did whatever I wanted to. The only thing I did do was make sure the kids didn't kill themselves. My mother came home that evening and freaked out. I told her flatly: I'm sick of it. I do all this work just to get yelled at. Screw that. I can do nothing and get yelled at. Hell, I could do something wrong and get yelled at. I told her that no, I wasn't a wonderful, magnificient, perfect daughter, but I could be a Hell of a a lot worse than I am. After that, we comprimised.
*shrug* Doesn't work for everyone, but it worked for me.
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Apr 18, 2007 6:24:46 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Apr 18, 2007 6:24:46 GMT -5
I wish that would work, but it would just end up with me half-dead and my mother in court with child-abuse charges. That won't solve the problem. -_-
And the fun just doesn't end. Last night she expected me to be all chummy with her, as did my stepdad, who started all this BS, and so I made it deathly clear I was in no mood to deal with either of them. So she went off to watch American Idol, and of course I ate at the other side of the house--a usual occurence, since being with my parents isn't the least bit fun anymore, if it ever was.
Because of when mom cooked dinner and when I worked out--a.k.a. played DDR--I wasn't able to take a shower before nine, then I thought "hey, if my cutoff's at 9:30, I'm going to go to the cutoff, then take a shower. So I tried opening iTunes at about 9:25, and it opened at 9:30, causing my mom to freak out at me because I wasn't off and she said she wasn't starting with the thirty minutse afterwards thing. I haven't done that for ages, excluding weekends. So I told her iTunes had just opened and I wanted to transfer music and she told me she didn't care. Nevertheless, she let me, saying that every minute I was on is a deduction from my time the next day.
B.S. And then just this morning, a guy screamed right by my ear on purpose, so I called him a name I shan't repeat on here. He turned around and asked me what I said, so I repeated it for him sarcastically. He then decided he was goign to be a smartass back and said "I know you called me a ****. I could call you a man, too."
All I want is the internet. I don't want rl connections. Anyone in rl that I come into contact with usually sucks, or ends up disappointing/hurting me.
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Apr 18, 2007 8:42:54 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-D on Apr 18, 2007 8:42:54 GMT -5
Sessh, you need to find friends who can support you in RL. I--we--can only do so much for you here...I think the best thing you can do right now is wait out the rest of this school year, and prepare for college with a hope that things will be better.
because they will. Starting a new school is just like starting over. No one knows you, you can make a great first impression if you're prepared, and, even if people from your school now follow you, chances are they'll be only a small percentage that you can completely ignore.
That's the only thing I can tell you right now. There's nothing you can do to help you in that school. I can help you get through it, but you have to stay optimistic that college will be better.
Just, don't think that college will be the same, and don't think that everyone is that bad. There's other people like us, real life people who will care for and care about you, around you. You just haven't met them yet. But don't cut yourself off from them for us, That's not a good thing to do. You still need to be able to deal with all kinds of bastards and bitches in the real world, both in college and the workplace, and the only way to learn to deal with them is to be around them. But life gets better. People are driven by hormones and impressing the opposite sex around them. It won't be so bad in college, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. It's better, Sessh. it always just get better. Highschool sucks. Just get through it, you only have one last quarter to go.
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Apr 18, 2007 10:54:27 GMT -5
Post by Sesshoumaru on Apr 18, 2007 10:54:27 GMT -5
You're right...that time I was really just blindly ranting, sorry...*sigh* I've got entirely too much pent up rage right now...hopefully what I plan to do wtih my mom will help me calm down a bit. I'm going to show her all my grades and explain my zeros to her the best I can. Really, I'm doing well in all my classes, I just don't always do my math homework because I don't like doing homework at home--defeats the purpose of the name--or I don't get it.
I have two Bs and two As, so she should understand...hopefully...*sighs again*
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Jun 18, 2007 21:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Pyris on Jun 18, 2007 21:03:08 GMT -5
Ome-friggin'-Gee... I've had a horrible day. How I'm still in a good mood, I'll never know.
I had to get up at 7... SEVEN, to get ready for work and leave by eight... to get there at nine.
I get the money to open the place I'm working at that day and walk up the HUGE hill to where the place is. It was ROPED OFF. The area wasn't going to open until 12, because they were doing matenience on one of the rides. -_-
After THAT I had to go all the way back down to our office and tell the moron who's trying to play boss right now, and she just SHRUGGED at me and told me to go back up there at 11:30 and open then. So I painted... and stocked.... Which sucked, because I was sleepy.
Anyway, so at the proper time, I go back up the giant hill and open the thing up. My red-tagger (14 and 15 year olds that work there wear a red tag and have work restrictions) comes up with this dolly (cart-thing) stacked up with all this crap that I DON'T need, so I have to find somewhere to put it. -_-
Then I cut myself, TWICE, on the SAME FINGER. The lady I got the band-aids from asked me if I wanted an extra, just in case. FINALLY, at eight o'clock, I got to go home.
That's 11 hours. When you work 11 hours, you're supposed to get two lunches... I only got one......
I've had a horrible day.
Oh, for those of you who don't know, I work at a theme park called 'Dollywood'. It's the one that Dolly Parton prides herself in. (what a joke).
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Jun 19, 2007 13:43:46 GMT -5
Post by S-to-the-D on Jun 19, 2007 13:43:46 GMT -5
Aww, man...I'm sorry, Pyris. That sounded like it sucked so much...
But hey, at least it's over. Hopefully, you won't have anymore Days from Hell.
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