I stayed home from school yesterday.
I had an awful headache, and I was wicked tired.
Sooooo, I refused to get up and kept falling asleep.
Lots of yelling at me from the parents.
But whatever.
Woke up around noon, which is when my dad and sister left to go ice skating or something.
Uhmmmmm.......
Then he called my phone, but it was silenced so I didn't hear it.
And the house phone was ringing, but i don't like answering it unless i know who it is but they always take the phone that's supposed to be in my room.
But, whatever.
So Ben yelled at me to pick it up, so I did.
My dad was bitching how I had to clean the dining room up.
I didn't, so when he got home he yelled more.
I got a wicked headache from it.
So Britt reminded me basically how it truly is stress related headaches.
Every morning stressful, so I get headaches and I don't wanna get up because if I sleep I can't feel the pain from it.
Sooo... i told my mom on AIM to tell her stupid husband to stop yelling at me and being a dickhead.
It's not my mess so I'm not fucking cleaning it.
I'm hardly ever over there.
Hmmmm what else.
Then she started being bitchy at me.
Then I blocked her.
Then Britt went to go sleep.
Then My mom texted me and told me to tell my dad she was at my Nanny's house, her mom.
So I went downstairs to show him the text after I believe her had just gotten off the phone with him.
He said i was shaking the phone, I was holding it straight out a foot in front of his face.
"WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT IF ITSS TOO BRIGHT AND TOO FAR AND YOU KEEP SHAKING IT AROUND DAMNIT!!!"
So I just walked away when he started yelling.
Mumbling that he was a stupid dumbass and to stfu to myself.
Then My mom called me on her way home saying how my grandmother was only all bitchy and fucked up because her thyroid and all that. She wasn't taking it properly.
Now she's tons better.
I don't know if i believe it.
Oh well.
I might get dragged over there tomorrow evening to help her cook and such for Easter.
My mom gonna clean and I'll cook.
Helping her..
Blahblahblah.
I don't like her kitchen all that much.
I'd rather a more open area near the stove.
Insitead of there being five inches of counter then the fridge.
I hate that.
And its in the corner.
And it's too long. The penisula from the stove.
Oppostie sides, and its like twlve feet.
I want to have a island and have a stove sink and work area there.
That'd be awesome.
I've been kinda thinking how I'd like to maybe do a cooking type of job.
It's not like I'm extravagantly great, but I can cook nonetheless.
I went overboard at times with stress levels when I was talking to Dayday... hah.
I was in a bad place with my mind.
Anyways...
My mom kept bugging me.
So I finally went downstairs and colored eggs a little.
But then we attmpted tiedying shirts.
Dunno if itll stay.
Maybeee.
I haven't anything else to say.
I'm kinda in a good mood..
Lalalaa.
I kinda missed texting..
Not like it's alot.
But eh.
