…= me being ready to blow a fuse! I’m sick of being in this hot house! I’m really tired and I’m just about ready for some fun. Ugh. All I have is blogging, whoops I mean tumblogging, and twittering, and MySpacing and Facebooking. That not’s including the YouTubing that I’m starting to get sick of. I mean I have to wait to see an insanely funny video that my sad excuse of a friend, just kidding Nancy if you read this, and even then after I watch I’m waiting for more. But I shouldn’t complain considering that there are people worse off than me.
Ugh time to complain about the ex-boyfriend and the father. At the same time. the other day I went walking to the corner gas station with my dad and he kept pestering me about the time I said I was gonna go hang out with my at the time friend/ actually secret boyfriend. [Timeline reference: THis was like back in March, during Spring Break] so my dad was asking about him and who is he and what not, and I was like oh well there he goes there jumping out the back of that truck right now. My dad being the embarrassing person that he can be, calls out to my exBF “Hey!” as my exBF goes off running towards the complex. I was like “Ugh. Why!” So then this whole discussion over my mom knowing who he is and such and how come I didn’t know about it. Blah Blah Blah. Yeah, so now I start doing that thing that I allows tend to do at some point of my life. I start hating the decision that I knew I should have gone with in the first place. Just saying “No”. Hmm. D.A.R.E. had a point but I think they teaching should have been geared toward pointless relationships.
This heat is killing me. Honestly. Ugh why must the light bill be so high during the summe?
