Girl, Interrupted...

I'm having a more or less Girl, Interrupted moment in the literal sense. My brother, forthe first time in history, let me use his laptop. So, usually when i get on the computer, i either blog or type a story. i decided to type a story. But every two frikkin seconds i was being called to go do something for my mom and my cousins. It was literally every two seconds. I wanted to pull my hair out. I hardly ever get my time alone, andwhe i finally do the have to rip it away from me. Meaning, i have to get up open my door, walk to their room listen to them tell me wat to do, run downstairs, get some more ice or cups o turn down the air conditioner, then run back upstairs, let them mumble insincere thank you's, then i run back in my room. And by the time i plop down ny my be the process starts all over again. But enough about that. Today at school i got blamed for something i didnt do. Like the cliche'd i want the one who was talking. This time i really wasn't. it was the girl next to me. Then the teacher wants to start bucking on me telling me to move. So after fussing with her, saying it wasnt me, i hop up and march across the class, then she was all lik yu need to take off your booksac, i said NOPE loud and clear. Then plopped down, loudly in the chair. Then when we start using the P. board i move back to where i was to ask my friend, then i turned sideways i my seat so i could cross my legs. Then she was all like you need to turn and so i can see your face and not your back. So i turned like an inch, because i knew she could see my face. Then she said i dont think that's you seat, so i jumped up again, nice and loud and plopped in that other chair nice and loud then turned sideways AGAIN. Then she was talking about how disrespectful i am, then i was like well you shouldnt have blamed me for someting i didnt do. So for the next class i was in a craptastic mood, so when Ms. Feeney was like, Ariana you need your composition book tommorow i just varely looked at her and she was likewhat was that look for, and i snapped i know at her. Then i caught an attitude with my amniesiac band teacher. Whom has the IQ of a cockroach and the memory of a goldfish. But on the very dim good side, i aced my review test in science. I am a beast, and my ranting is officially over.



Peace Out,
Nugget