Tonight has to be one of the most humiliating evenings I have had in a long while. School was actually half decent, and now this, to blow all of my plans up. I should start by saying that at about 2:00 a.m. this morning I woke up with terrible throbbings in both of my eyes. I think the best way to describe it would to say that it felt like there were forks pushing down and in from the tops of my eyeballs, and the optic nerves were being severely traumatized beyond believe. I am thoroughly surprised that I can still see anything. Accompanying this lovely sensation, was the most intriguing version of reverse peristalsis that I have ever experienced. No detail necessary. This followed suit about ever 20 minutes for the next four hours. Along with the amazing vomiting and blunt trauma, I was incredibly cold. For the record, it snowed today, and it's only October. I was completely wrapped up in my blankets, two sweatshirts, a long sleeve shirt, fleece pj pants, longjanes, socks, AND gloves. Logically, I should have been warm. Anywho, so that went on until I had to get up for school, which I tend to forget starts 20 minutes late on Fridays. I looked like crap today because I was hurrying to get ready for school at the normal time. I was sick enough to not be able to keep any food down, so I skipped breakfast. Bad idea. So I get to school, am dieing, feel like calling my mom to come get me, but can't because I have three major tests spread throughout the day. First period, second period, and fifth period. Sixth period is my favorite [English, and I have the most amazing teacher that could ever exist!!!], so there was no way I would just skip that. Because of the order of my tests and classes, I was forced to stay the entire day.
When I got home, one of my good friends called me and asked if I wanted to go to a gathering at his house. I checked with my rents, called him back, and said yes. So I get somewhat cute, pick out an outfit, build my makeup with my new AMAZING mascara [p.s. I'm highly addicted to mascara], and went to his house. However, my dad insisted that he meet my friend's parents before he left. He's always been this way, but never to the extent of actually insisting on going to their house and meeting them. Usually it's when my guys come over and hang out. It turned out that his parents weren't home [but I didn't know this], and my dad was ridiculous enough to not let me stay. My rents were on their way to my sister's house, and I had no place else to go [seeing as my original destination had been blown to smithereens by my ruthless parents], so I went with them. I sat in the car and fumed the entire time. How dare they humiliate me in front of my friends? How dare they insult me by implying that I'm too immature and irresponsible to hang out with friends without parental supervision? How dare they make me cry enough to ruin an almost perfect makeup job? I suppose they have their reasons, even though they're the dumbest reasons that are ever to exist. So now that I'm done with my whiny-teenage-girl rant, I suppose I'll go work on something else, but that doesn't mean I'm not mad at them still. Cheers! Or, more like, Tears!
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