Omg. My mother is so mother fucking idiotic. What a retard.
I have no words I’m just so fucking pissed off.
jfkejafjealk. She angers sooo much.
But today was fjekflea. My mother sort of fucking ruined my friday night. School was pleasing. We had a fucking pinata in advisor groups. I think that made my life. And then campbvell was fitting as much gum as he could into his mouth. it was quality. first was physics…i dotn remember. then health was crap. then in advanced scene we did improv and like 40 minutes of the worst game and i just sucked at lfie and didnt do anything and it was awkward and horrid. i do not like improv. advisors was pleasing. in video my like entireee projet got deleted so i had to do it again. then in englishi seriously had a spasm. i just like flipped out and orgasmed on the test. the fucking question was a fucking statement and itw as fucking WRONG. i know what narcissism is…it’s NOT that. fucking idiot. i think i wrote literally like 4 pages about how much it angered me. all this pent up rage inside of me that i didnt even know was there. math was dumb. during my free i had a PLEASING convo with erica and tori and then french was boring.
rehearsal was so. pleasing. i dont honestly have any words left. i love this play to death. i adore my kids to pieces. its just the best place to be. honestly i think my favorite places on the entire earth are mountain lake, japan, and that shitty little hun theatre. i have. no. words. they make me feel more alive than ive ever been. i adore this process. i adore everything about it. i never want it to end.
we all wrote out bios together and put adorable inside jokes in them like “take an umbrella, it’s raining” and the last line in mine is “Thanks to everyone- you have perfect occlusion.” hahahaha sooo pleasing.
This last week is going to be amazing.
then i rushed to the ballet school to do the improv thing…and it was soo pleaisng. we went to princeton u in cars and rolled around in bags for an hour and ahalf…and emma and terry are soo pleaisng. i wa just like dying of laughter with them. and then me and emma wrote CRACK IS WHACK in big block letters on a chalkboard in princeton university which wa slike visible from all the windows. it was pleasinggg.
then i came home and my mom seriosuly like fufjkefj should go fuck herself. we got into another 2 hour irrational screaming fest at each other and i wanted to choke her. she has absolutely no right to be mad at me. she’s a fucker.
and then i was pissed and ruined the rest of the night and “grounded” and she “hid” my computer and wanted me to write a 2 page fucking essay on my “repuation” for her and when she refused to back down i screamed FUCK YOU and hunted the house for the computer until i found it.
yeah. fuck you. look who has the control now.
fejfleka. whatever. the dance was rained out and i was grounded wtf so me and byran and yvon and emlyn watched CASPER MEETS WENDY which was sooo peasing and hilarious and amazing and worship worthy. “do you have any grey poop on you?” hahah awtf.
well im thoroughly exhausted and exaspeterated and im going to bed. here’s to tomorrow.