Don't Take It Personalllllllllllllll.

So here's my multitude of emotions right now.
Exhausted.
Dizzy.
In pain.
Livid.
Infuriated.
Annoyed.
PTFO (Pissed the F*ck Off).
Aggravated.
Agitated.
Amorous.
Smitten.
Depressed.
STFO (Stressed the F*ck Out).
Argumentative.
Bitchy.
Blah.
Blessed.
Catalyzed.
Confident.
Confused.
Complicated.
Content.
Discontent.
Determined.
Proud.
Excited.
Anxious.
Nervous.
Distraught.
Distracted.
Ecstatic.
Enraged.
Irked.
Flirty.
Focused.
Frustrated.
Full.
Anticipating (if that counts).
Gloomy.
Greatful.
Hopeful.
Imaginative.
Impatient.
Indescribable.
Irate.
Envious.
Mad.
Melancholy.
Mischevious.
Mellow.
Nauseated.
Neglected.
Underestimated.
Optimistic.
Pessimistic.
Pissy.
Quixotic.
Quiet.
Rebellious.
Rejected.
Restless.
Romantic.
Rushed.
Nostalgic.
Savage.
Satisfied.
Sick.
Stoked.
Sneaky.
Surprised.
Sympathetic.
Sad.
Tested.
Thankful.
Triumphant.
Uncomfortable.
"On edge."
Unwanted.
Un-needed.
Unappreciated.
And oxymoronic, for sure.

So yeah.
Definitely had one heck of a day.
Lemme back up to yesterday.
Went to Wal-Mart.
Was going to go to Northbranch to get the car inspected, but that didn't happen.
Either way we went over there and got Grandma's birthday cake, ice cream, and Mama and I got some stuff from the deli to eat for breakfast.
Chicken for breakfast.
Hot Wings and Chinese-kinda chicken, at that.
Yummy!
Anywho.
Got to school.
Did basically nothing in Health.
Edited each other's papers.
Thank you, Aiden, for giving me yours seeing as how it was only one page instead of the 5 or 6 or more that others had to take care of.
Anyway.
Studied for my Math test.
Took my Math test.
Totally did great, unlike half of the class I think.
Anyway.
Enough bragging.
Came home.
Helped Daddy fix his mower.
Well, half way.
Then came down the road here.
Got bitched at by Mama.
After I almost broke my arm.
And she didn't care.
All she cared about was making sure that I didn't scratch up the dining room table.
I'm like "Thanks Ma. Thanks."
Anyway we got down here.
JR got here.
Mama and I had to go back out to the store to get some things for Lawrence.
We made him a get well basket.
I wanted to look all over the store.
But as usual.
That didn't happen.
Rushed, of course.
Then we came back.
Lawrence came over.
I had to again RUSH and put his get well basket together.
As soon as I started.
We get a call.
So I had to RUSH even more.
And if there's one thing anyone knows about me, it's that I HATE to be rushed.
Anyway.
So we had to go plum to the back side of Charlottesville.
That was cool.
We got to go the back way.
So anyway.
Picked up the car.
Came back.
Dropped it off.
Went to McDonalds.
Ate.
Got another call.
False alarm.
Went home.
I was up talking to Twin.
Got a call.
We went to pick it up.
On the way over, JR was going 60 in a 35.
On a road where 35 is pushing it.
And I was scared.
For my life.
Anyway we picked it up.
Then came back home.
Went to sleep.
That ends yesterday.
So this morning.
Woke up.
Got dressed.
Took out the trash when the little people came around to get it.
Whatever.
Then we went to Hardees.
Got country ham biscuits.
Yummy yummy.
Talked to Grandma.
Told her Happy Birthday.
She made me mad because, as usual, she just ignored everything I said and did and raised whatever Camille and Tanya say and do.
I'm like, "Damn, am I THAT unimportant and unappreciated to you? Do you care about them more than me THAT much? Yeah. Thanks."
Anyway.
Went to the Dollar Tree.
Mama was on the phone the. Whole. Time.
I was like "Get off the phone, and actually care."
Oh well.
So finally she got off.
JR had some bad news for us.
Apparently someone had some lip about the fact that Ma and I are riding with him.
When clearly we got permission beforehand and follow correct precautions beforehand.
So that had me on edge.
Then we left there and went to K-Mart.
Mama was in a bad mood and was extremely snappy and had a smart comment for everything I said, so finally I stopped talking.
Then we looked around some.
Found absolutely nothing.
K-Mart is nothing like it used to be.
Anyway.
Left there and came home.
I took a nap.
Woke up and we got ready and left.
Got gas.
Went to Wendy's.
Had the worst service ever.
Got IGNORED by this girl that I know.
And again, if you know me, you know that's one thing I despise.
But there was this nice old man there and he bought me a free Frosty with his little card.
He was cool :]
Well Mama and I ate.
Even though they totally screwed our order up.
And took too long to fix it (like 15 minutes or more)
We didn't have time to protest.
So then we left.
Went to the other house.
Got the cake and ice cream.
Apparently we took too long and Ruthie called and was like "WHERE ARE YOU?!" and spazzing out and whatnot.
I'm just like "Leaving the house up the street. Be there soon." and hung up.
So we went down there.
Everything was fine.
We ate cake and ice cream.
Ruthie left as soon as we got there and went home to go took them some dinner and said she'd be back.
Whatever.
So we ate.
And Mama had to go call JR, of course, off of my phone.
Because she didn't want Grandma to know about her other phone.
I was just like "blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Then.
It happened.
Grandma.
Pressured.
Me.
Again.
To.
Get.
A.
Job.
We had this huge argument about it in front of Daddy.
I.
Was.
So.
Pissed.
My blood was boiling at about 450 degrees in my veins.
I was beyond pissed.
I was more pissed than a toilet.
Swear.
Than a Port-A-Potty.
Ugh.
Well anyway.
As usual, every time Mama or I try to talk, we're ignored.
Never. Fails.
I mean, are we THAT insignificant to you that you can't take this small amount of time to listen to something we say?
I mean, it might even help you at some point and be something you care about.
I mean, I know I talk a lot, but you can't at least be considerate enough to listen?
I mean, that's just wrong.
I mean, you listen to Ruthie, Camille and Tanya.
But not Mama and I.
Whatever.
Then Ruthie showed back up.
And we continued to be ignored.
And finally, I just STFU and didn't say anything else.
I was done.
I didn't care anymore.
Then Ruthie was talking about stuff that no one cared about.
Trying to make herself seem like the big hot shot and all that.
"Oh, I cooked all this and I'm so healthy and I only like stir-fried vegetables and... and... and... and... and... and..."
S. T. F. U. N. O. O. N. E. C. A. R. E. S.
Thanks.
I was so aggravated and agitated.
Infuriated, enraged, irate, irked, annoyed, and more.
Anyway.
Then we left.
Thankfully.
I tried to vent to Ma.
She basically didn't care.
Lovely.
So we came home.
And I called Daddy for a couple of minutes.
Ate a pot pie.
And now I'm exhausted.
I just don't have the energy to deal with it anymore.
And I won't even go into my school woes.
I don't even have the strength.
I have a migraine now.
And I'm physically hot just because I'm thinking about it all.
I just want to be left alone, like apparently everyone wants me to be, and just curl up in a ball and take a big nap and wake up when everything is better.
Please?
And sorry about all of the complaining.
And I apologize for it being so long.
*Click*Click*
I just needed to get that off of my chest.

SHABBA!