"Since You've Been Gone, I Just Can't Seem To Get Right."

Totally untrue about my feelings right now.
Hey people.
It's me here.
Allie.
What a day I've had.
It wasn't bad.
Just... an interesting day.
Went to school, which you know.
Had THE worst migraine ever.
Which you know.
Went to Liberty.
That was okay minus not getting to see Twin :/
And getting bitched at by Edith and ignored by everyone, but whatever.
Then I went to Mrs. Partie's.
Did some work.
Mainly making copies and sorting stuff.
Easy.
Then got on the bus.
And these immature pricks think its funny to unzip the person's book bag who is in front of them getting on the bus.
And so this dumb girl who I despise did it to me today.
Then stood there and laughed at me.
I could have decked her, I swear.
It took all I had not to.
Then I get off of the bus.
And this guy, Jeremy, who I ABSOLUTELY HATE decided to do it to me.
I didn't realize it until I walked into the house and my book bag like almost collapsed.
His existence annoys me.
Like ridiculously.
Along with Winston's.
Here I am, trying to have a conversation with Aiden, and he decides to jump all into it.
And Aiden was in a bad mood today and I don't know why.
I asked why and he said nothing was wrong.
So I guess he was just like "blahhh".
Oh well.
Tomorrow :]
Anyway.
But he was talking to Winston like normal.
And I don't mean to sound jealous.
But to be honest, I was.
I was like "He's not as important. Turn your attention to the prettier one on the bus."
Well either way.
I was annoyed.
And the bus driver was talking to me and I guess he could tell I felt like crap.
But Winston overheard him tell me that he hoped I felt better when I got off the bus.
So Winston got off right behind me.
And immediately started talking to me.
"You don't feel good? What's wrong now?"
I just looked at him.
I could have taken my Powerade bottle that I currently was drinking from and shoved it down his throat so far he would have ridges in his throat from the imprint of the bottle.
Gee, I'm violent today.
Anyway.
I was angry.
Then, I pointed to my head.
"Headache?"
I nod my head.
"Oh."
Never a "hope you feel better" or a "I'm sorry to hear that" or a "Kiss my ass" or anything.
Just.
"Oh."
I could have done something even more violent.
Anyway.
So I sat there and did some History homework.
Edith bitched at me because I asked for some help on one question when clearly she's a history genius and brags about it all the time.
I was just like "Enh, whatever."
Then Keegan and Ariana totally ignored my presence.
Pissed me off.
Rayleigh always ignores me, and Mikey too.
And I don't care about them.
But I'm just like "Whatever" again.
So anyway I went to Mrs. Partie's and worked.
Then the bus incident happened.
Came home and helped daddy on the lawn mower.
Called a few people for him and helped him try get a new cell phone.
Then he left and I started working on this epic History homework again.
Just finished about 35 minutes ago or so.
7 pages, double spaced, size 12 font, 1,989 words.
And now I'm about to go to bed and try not to think about all this anger I've been harboring today.
Oh and I don't think I mentioned that I woke up this morning to a note.
From who?
You know.
Wes.
"Came home to get some clothes. Meet you at the firm."
Clearly, I told him I wasn't going to the firm today.
I took off because I knew I had this major homework due.
I mean it's my firm.
Anyway.
I called him.
"Hey." - Me
"Hey." - Wes.
"Got your note."
"Yeah. Thought you would."
"Yeah. So you at the firm?"
"Yeah. Where are you?"
"You don't remember me telling you that I took today off because of this massive homework I have due?"
"Well to be honest, when you nag all the time and complain about all the work you have piling up when its your fault, I don't pay much attention."
"Fuck you too."
"You already did. Many times."
I hung up.
So yeah.
Cherry and whipped-cream topped day.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
I surely hope so.

SHABBA!