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Well, well, another entry. THis entry I am pissed. So get ready for my endless rambling....
Yesterday, my dad started yelling at me and got himself and me pissed. He told me I had to do my fucking laundry. And well, that's okay with me (I'm 13, btw, if you haven't already noticed), it's just the reason he told me to do it. I was supposed to get him a fucking glass of water, and as I went downstairs, I hit my side really hard on the stair banister type thing at the end. SO I'm on the floor laughing my ass off because I just hurt myself (Just envision this as I talk, folks) and I ask my sister to go get the water for him. She gets all lazy and mad and tells me to do it. Of course, hello, I'm here on the fucking floor. What to do? So I go into the bathroom, but not before I tell her that she has to get it. I come back out and I ask her if she did it. She said. "No, he said nevermind." So I just brush it off and go upstairs, I chill there for awhile listening to Linkin Park when my dad calls for me and asks for his water. But before I can even protest, he says, "You can't even do a simple thing like that?!? Fine, pick up all you're stuff. You're doing your own laudry tomorrow."
So now I'm sitting on my bed all dumbfounded and he leaves. I get seriously pissed, and I still am. I mean, half of it wasn't even my fucking fault!
He didn't even leave me any fucking money to do the damn laundry!
So noww what, you ask? Or, at least, I think you're asking. Haha. Well, I've decided that I'll get all my stuff together and set it out. I'll wait for my mom, ask her for some money and then I'll do my laundry. On top of all that, I have homework from every subject and I still have to do my CCD faith journal entries.
This is not the best day. And I usually like Mondays. Msstly for the fact tha All Things Rock is on. Heehee.
Well, seems like most of my ranting is done. But low and behold, tis not my friends.
As everyone knows, there is always that group. Or "The Group" As I like to call them. The popular, sometimes rich, up tight, snotty people who look down to us lower ones who seem unworthy of their smiles. Well, there are the very selected few who aren't like that, but are still in "The Group". Well, one of the unselected few started going around and calling us fucking poseurs because we didn't dress the part. WTF does dressing up mean you like rock/alt. music? I mean, I admit it, I don't where "punk" clothes or have much of what people sterotype as the "punk" attitude. I'm just another face in the crowd. But that's just crossing the line. And she fucking called me a poseur. I know, I know, "You shouldn't care about what other people think!" And I don't, but she fucking pisses me off all day saying, "No, you're not 'punk" or whatever. And I know I'm not. Then she comes to school the next day, looking like she fucking bought "Hot Topic". Then she goes up to me and says "Haha" In a snobbish type way. I just stare at her, thinking that she possibly has the nerve to even say that. And all I say to her is "Who's the poseur now?" Of course, that wins her the dumbest look of the century award.
Ugh, I wish people would stop generalizing, and stereotyping, and labeling and all that shit, and I know sometimes I do myself, I can't blame me or anyone else, but it's jut that people have been doing it over and over again without giving back another look to what they're doing.
Oh, I dunno, maybe I'm overreacting and shit...but still....
I ahve to go. I gotta pick up my sister. Write more soon.
Aldonille
ridin' with the top down seat | back rollin' in my cadillac
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