Fuck you, wedding!
Well, originally i hated this whole Wedding idea because it's a wedding. I hate them because it means me sitting alone at a table at the reception, thinking to myself about stupid nothing, and crap...
then it was because my dad was going to missisauga that weekend, and since i have this wedding, i can't go to see family I actually LIKE.
Now? There's a planned dinner with friends, what not, for the saturday night, night of the wedding.... and i can only go, if I can convince my mom to let me go, and if i can find someone to pick me up to get me there....
in other words? I'm screwed. I hate this weekend. I hate holidays spent at home, because I don't like being here. I want to go to Missisauga to see my dads family, but i can't. I want to see my friends saturday night, but theres a small chance of that happening. small, puny chance.
and im going to the wedding alone, so I'll be miserable, being talked to by stupid little kids. last place I want to be is at a wedding. who the Hell puts a wedding on a holiday? people don't want to go to a wedding on a holiday. they want to have one, since they think it's more convenient-
NO. NO, IT'S NOT. IT'S IN THE WAY OF PEOPLE GETTING OUT OF TOWN TO PLACES THEY WOULD RATHER BE, WITH PEOPLE THEY WOULD RATHER BE WITH. NOT conventient. a bitch. a bitch up the ass with braces and buck teeth, grinding away at something that isn't good and blablablabla
im pissed off, damnit! let me be mad!
grrr, i want to continue ranting, but... so tired... school is killing me. lunch seems to be the best period, but thats iffy. I stay in the same room for the first four periods, then world history, then AP art... where i can't be creative because I'm exhausted and want my bed and a hug.
fuck, life is stupid!
stupid!
then it was because my dad was going to missisauga that weekend, and since i have this wedding, i can't go to see family I actually LIKE.
Now? There's a planned dinner with friends, what not, for the saturday night, night of the wedding.... and i can only go, if I can convince my mom to let me go, and if i can find someone to pick me up to get me there....
in other words? I'm screwed. I hate this weekend. I hate holidays spent at home, because I don't like being here. I want to go to Missisauga to see my dads family, but i can't. I want to see my friends saturday night, but theres a small chance of that happening. small, puny chance.
and im going to the wedding alone, so I'll be miserable, being talked to by stupid little kids. last place I want to be is at a wedding. who the Hell puts a wedding on a holiday? people don't want to go to a wedding on a holiday. they want to have one, since they think it's more convenient-
NO. NO, IT'S NOT. IT'S IN THE WAY OF PEOPLE GETTING OUT OF TOWN TO PLACES THEY WOULD RATHER BE, WITH PEOPLE THEY WOULD RATHER BE WITH. NOT conventient. a bitch. a bitch up the ass with braces and buck teeth, grinding away at something that isn't good and blablablabla
im pissed off, damnit! let me be mad!
grrr, i want to continue ranting, but... so tired... school is killing me. lunch seems to be the best period, but thats iffy. I stay in the same room for the first four periods, then world history, then AP art... where i can't be creative because I'm exhausted and want my bed and a hug.
fuck, life is stupid!
stupid!
prematurely released by Norah at 11:09 PM
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