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i am in a bad mood. beware.
Jun. 30th, 2006 07:31 pmSo I was all excited about next weekend. I had mad plans. I was gonna go see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie with Mark on Friday night, but late, which was fine, because I have weekends off. Then Saturday was B.Way's grad party, and then I was going to hang out with Mikey that night. Then Sunday was Water Country with Team Awesome, and then Noiseboard Softball later on. I was discussing the plans with Mikey via myspace today when I had the startling realization that I have orientation at BU next week from Wednesday night to Friday afternoon, and I switched Thursday and Friday at work for Saturday and Sunday. So I'm totally bummed. I can still go to Pirates, (but I'll be exhausted at work on Saturday) and I can still go to Noiseboard softball after work on Sunday, but all the rest is a no-go. But ugh, I'm so bummed and overwhelmed by all the millions of things I have to do and trying to decide how to hack everything that I went to sleep and slept through my plans for tonight. My father was supposed to take me out to dinner for my birthday, and I didn't get his calls. And I didn't go to the bank like I was supposed to, which drives me nuts. So I'm bummin', and my mom asked me what was wrong, and I was like, "I forgot that I had to work next weekend and I made plans and now I can't go" and she basically flipped out on me, saying I was ungrateful and there are worse things to be upset about than weekend plans. Yeah, okay, thanks, I know, but that only makes me feel worse. It's not like I asked her to work for me or anything. I'm just disappointed...is that a crime?
It sucks, I'm always trying to find stuff to do on weekends because I have weekends off (for the first time in two years), and there's never ANYTHING, and now I finally have plans (and LOTS of plans, at that) and I have to work. It fucking sucks.
And I still don't have plans for my birthday either. I say I don't care about birthdays and I do hate when people make a big deal about them, but I know I'll be miserable if I sit at home alone (and I will be alone, my mom has to work), especially after last year's amazing adventure. And I don't want to call my dad back about tonight because I'll probably start crying if he yells at me. I'm PMS-ey and overemotional. And I was supposed to go Jersey this weekend for my birthday like last year, but I think it's flooded. And I don't want to go anywhere else.
Work today was weird. There were birdguts everywhere, and I rescued a butterfly.
Fuck.
P.S. I got my bloodwork back yesterday, and my cholesterol is 252, which also almost made me want to cry, because I eat pretty healthy and I exercise. Which reminds me, three people have asked me if I lost weight, which is really hurtful because I didn't lose any weight. Maybe 5 pounds since school ended just because I work everyday and don't eat school lunches, but ugh, what the hell? I just wore baggy, unflattering hoodies all winter...but doesn't everyone? I haven't seen Mel in a while, and she's like, "Wow you look great! You look like you lost a ton of weight- you look really thin," and I was like, "Umm...I didn't lose any weight" and she was like, "Oh. It looks like you lost 30 pounds." Umm...I didn't even think I had 30 pounds to lose. What the hell?
It sucks, I'm always trying to find stuff to do on weekends because I have weekends off (for the first time in two years), and there's never ANYTHING, and now I finally have plans (and LOTS of plans, at that) and I have to work. It fucking sucks.
And I still don't have plans for my birthday either. I say I don't care about birthdays and I do hate when people make a big deal about them, but I know I'll be miserable if I sit at home alone (and I will be alone, my mom has to work), especially after last year's amazing adventure. And I don't want to call my dad back about tonight because I'll probably start crying if he yells at me. I'm PMS-ey and overemotional. And I was supposed to go Jersey this weekend for my birthday like last year, but I think it's flooded. And I don't want to go anywhere else.
Work today was weird. There were birdguts everywhere, and I rescued a butterfly.
Fuck.
P.S. I got my bloodwork back yesterday, and my cholesterol is 252, which also almost made me want to cry, because I eat pretty healthy and I exercise. Which reminds me, three people have asked me if I lost weight, which is really hurtful because I didn't lose any weight. Maybe 5 pounds since school ended just because I work everyday and don't eat school lunches, but ugh, what the hell? I just wore baggy, unflattering hoodies all winter...but doesn't everyone? I haven't seen Mel in a while, and she's like, "Wow you look great! You look like you lost a ton of weight- you look really thin," and I was like, "Umm...I didn't lose any weight" and she was like, "Oh. It looks like you lost 30 pounds." Umm...I didn't even think I had 30 pounds to lose. What the hell?
