Made of Stardust

The last three days have been hell to I'm going to bitch and complain like a good little blogger girly.

First it was my presentation on video games with my group I had everything done, but I got nervous. Normally I can bullshit my way through, but you can't really do that in child psychology. Plus, the class seems to have this urge to talk why I'm talking, which throws me off and makes me stutter. I was a mess, then I couldn't find my notecards so I babbled about my own opinions, and costed my group a perfect score, and the teacher even had to stop my babbling so we could just move on. Plus, I made at least most of the class go "urk!" with my Mass Effect story and such. I looked like such a total idiot. At least I made good oatmeal cookies and brownies. That people took greedily, leaving barely any for the other classmates.

Then Friday I head to school and come back to go to my job with Ashley, only to get one of the worst scenarios of my job handed to me, making me gag. (I won't explain what that is though). AND I ended up inhaling bleach fumes along with some sort of cleaning spray, which tore up my airway as well as somehow get me back to being sick.

Then, after that, I get home to find my brother has ditched to go to Godmode (some Christain gaming thing) AND took the fucking Wii, which means I can't work on my Brawlz.

So I get to work on the computer on my second job and partway through it I decided to call my father to see if he was actually coming up Saturday, as planned, since he postponed it since last weekend. Nope, he's not coming because he can't afford the gas and motel. Well fuck. That makes around five months since I last saw my dad. That made my start crying while on the phone, thankfully I kept it out of my voice. Then my mom came in, ragged on how flaky and useless my father was before hugging me.

And as if that weren't bad enough, my bestest friend in the whole world, Meg, isn't coming up either. That makes it almost a year since I last saw her!

And then today I was suppose to go to Ashley's dad's band gig, but my mother doesn't want me driving on the grade (a very steep and scary hill that leads to the place they are) and she won't go either, despite I thought that she'd like to go with me just this once to a gig, because it was at a winery! Nope, not happening. So not only can I not take Ashley to the gig so she can play in the band, but I don't get to go either. At one point my mom got pissed with Tyler because he didn't register for college or get his driving lession scheduled, and she took it out on the both of us, declaring she was tired of arguing, and that we could do whatever the fuck we wanted. Naturally, I didn't because that phrase spells out death.

The real kicker is that there was a PtP reunion party that I had to miss because I needed to pick up Ashley, that my brother went to. And guess WHAT?! They have to drive on the grade to get to the fucking party!