Stupid Boys Who Don't Text When They're Supposed To...

Tip: If you are a human of the male variety and you tell a girl you're going to text them tomorrow...
TEXT THEM TOMORROW!
mkay, cool that we're all cleared up.
K, now have a good day/night.

"Oops. I ripped my pants."

Let me just say that I am all for sarcastic comments and teasing banters, but when one's comments become insulting rather than funny, there's a problem. It's just, people do not know when to quit and they act like a two year old who has one joke in their portfolio. It's the only joke they can tell and after a while, it just becomes...what's the word I'm looking for...IRKSOME!
It's like that episode of Spongebob when Spongebob ripped his pants and everyone found it absolutely hysterical for all of ten seconds. Then he took it too far and people started getting pissed off because he couldn't just get a new joke. So, instead of being creative with his sense of humor, Spongebob pretended to drown and nearly scared Sandy to death. Needless to say, Sandy was offended and a little put off.
Well that's me! But instead of me being pissed off at a yellow block of talking cheese, I'm upset with a jerk who feels the need to impress everyone with his smart-ass remarks about me and how I can't hold down a relationship, so obviously I'll end up with a prostitute.
....Yeah. Nice isn't he? And then he has the nerve to call me and be all like, "Are you mad at me? Did what I say really piss you off? We always talk like this to each other! Why does it offend you now?"
Like, really....really? REALLY? The real question is; why am I not punching your face in for your rude comments?

I just give up with him.

Hell Week

So, next week (tomorrow) I will be engaging in the most tiring and annoying week of the entire school year...wait! I take that back! Finals and midterms are the worst weeks of school, but this is a close second. I say that only because for the next five days, I will practically be LIVING at school. There are constant rehearsals that last until six o'clock and concerts that run until ten o'clock.

I want to pull my hair out.

My voice will be shot!
And on top of everything, I have been slacking on my Delaware Allstate Choir audition.

Ugh.

I feel like no matter what I do, I can't grow up. Like, the more I try, the further a further I drift from becoming more mature and more like an adult. I just feel so pathetic. And tears only make me feel more so. I know I shouldn't be wasting time, having a pity party for myself and I should instead be trying to fix the situation, but I can't help it.
I messed up at work today. The owner of the restaurant was there to see. I was told not to make another mistake again or I've "Got to go." I think my manager was more upset that I messed up in front of the owner more that anything. And to top it off, the customer called back a flipped out on my boss. I felt terrible. Aweful!
My parents are finally letting me get my license on Thurday. I need this job to pay insurance. And I just really do not want to disappoint them. They were so proud of me when I first got my job and if I was fired they'd be so upset with me. I'd be a child all over again. I'd have no independence and I'd have to rely on them for everything. I'm sixteen and in two years I'll have to leave home to go to college. How am I supposed to take care of myself if I can't even hold down a job?
I just feel so disappointed in myself...

I'm back!

Okay, so after a month of not being able to write (call it a severe case of writers block) I can finally think of a new topic!

These next two weeks are going to be a stressful one. There the whole spirit week thing. I'm in the Glee and Powder Puff Team. I've been practicing non-stop at school on top of homework and work. Hell Week hasn't even started yet, and I'm already feeling the pressure. And if we're being honest, our powder puff team (at least the football portion) is a disaster. We meet the bare minimum requirements as far players go. Seven people total. Granted, we all get along and we've bonded pretty well this past week, but I mean, it's going to be rough.

The next week is supposed to be Showstoppers week and I have a recording session in Philly with my choir. We have rehearsals and concerts all week. I don't think I'll get to see my family dinner table for seven days. And as an added bonus, I get to tell my boss I won't be working. Talking about that with my family is already stressful enough, I really don't feel like having that conversation with my less-than-chipper manager. Whooo.

Things I can expect from this week: Breakouts, stress, stress, moodswings, more stress, repeat the cycle.

Yay Life.

I would like ribbons for Christmas this year. That is all.

Waiting...