A ghastly weekend followed by an even more horrendous monday

Honestly, I cannot wait to graduate high school and to not have to see any of their faces again. These are the people that have made my teen years a living hell. The teachers, the students, the classes, the work, it all seems like a big huge waste of time. I wouldn’t be on such a SHITTY mood if it wasn’t for the lovely senior advisory. Him and his jolly personality (SEVERE sarcasm btw) reprimanded me for entering my site destination right as he walked by. I was unjustly accused of doing something “un-educational.” God forbid I attempt to go to my damn online course that YOU forced me into taking.

It’s completely ridiculous!! And on top of it all I had one of the BEST weekends of my life. If anybody wants to see the text book definition of good parenting you should look at Tim, my supposed father. Everybody who is anybody, i.e. Danny, Rachel, Matt, Shelby..etc , knows about the fabulous cell phone fiasco that took place a few weeks ago.


RANDOM BREAK IN THOUGHT:

**SEVERE IRRITATION** I just got called over to Herr Sanchez and it is clear to me that I can never do a single thing right. I swear sometimes I just feel like the biggest fuck-up ever. Thus causing me to shut my phone off and ignore my boyfriend because I don’t want to snap in my anger and lash out at him for no reason.


Back to what I was saying.

To add onto my already growing loathing and irritation towards my father, I was forced to go to his house this previous weekend for our lovely court appointed visits. He picked me from school Thursday and then the “fun” began. It usually takes about 5 minutes, for my mood to completely shot and for me to be reverted back to my depressed state, from me entering his car for all to go to hell. This time it was a record of 5 seconds. I am sort of in awe at how quickly he can make a person wish they were never born. But that is beside the point. We get in the car and go home and on account of I had an excruciating headache I laid down to take a nap when we got home. He fucking wakes me up at 6 and drags me to the grocery store. It was the biggest waste of time because he gets the same stuff every time. It never changes, so why does he need me to go with him? I will never know. We go home with our lovely bags of the finest junk Food 4 Less has to offer. My head hits the pillow within 20 minutes of being home again. And he of course can’t allow me to get some damn necessary sleep.


ANOTHER RANDOM BREAK IN THOUGHT:
I am a bit bi-polar in my writing. I could have a ranting angry long blog entry on how irritated and pissed off I am, then 20 minutes later you could find a post about how much I love Danny or how happy I am about some random cute thing he has done. Fuck man.. I love that guy….


Once again back to what I was saying.

The stupid sonuvabitch wakes me up so I can make precious Gaby dinner. I make the brat some dinner then go back to bad. I feel like this is really boring so I am just going to fast forward to Friday around 3-4ish pm.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>FAST FORWARD>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


Friday 3-4ish Pm:

I finished taking my mid-term at Lodi High for my Delta College Class( I know it doesn’t make sense. Wonder why? Ask me later). I didn’t feel like going home. Before I had left my house to go to the midterm I had packed a bag with all the essentials to run-away because I was damn fed up with the place. But anyway, I got picked up by my dad and I got out of the car at home and wanted to talk to Gina. Gina, being my Grandpa’s girlfriend. I was talking to her when Tim pulls his “we have got stuff to do so you can’t talk to her now” shit. He ALWAYS says that. And there never is a single thing to do, he just doesn’t want us talking to her. So I was just like, “No. I want to talk to Gina.” He pulls his “woe is me” shit and I have to go back in the house.
Much like a heavily shaken bottle of brand new Dr. Pepper, I explode once we are inside. He starts in on me about everything and I simply had it! So I grab my back pack and pillow. And give a few nice parting words, i.e. “I can’t wait until you die and nobody will be at your funeral because you drove away everybody that was ever close to you so now nobody cares about,” and I walk out to my grandpa’s.


FUCK. Lunch bell. I gotta go until tomorrow. I will continue our lovely journey through the weekend later.