I have the unpredictable BC weather.
Take yesterday for example, the weather guy (who I can no longer trust) said it was going to rain all day.
So I prepared, dressed in my thick sweater and my black pants.
25 degrees celcius all day! Man, was I roasting. Ahh, then the next day I came prepared for hot weather, AND IT RAINED!
Ahh! It happens all the time. So now, I just wear what i wear until I become immune to all temperatures.
Pssh, like that will happen.
Ahh, I've had another crappy day. Half way through school I started feeling like crap so I called home and Mark said he would come get me because mom was in Victoria [downtown]. So I waited outside for him to come get me, but he never showed up. I waited for about an hour, and still, no sign of him. I didn't bother calling him again, because whenever I do he always freaks out at me and calls me a [insert hurtful word]'n impatient [insert another hurtful word]. Plus, the office freaks out if you use the phone too much, so I just gave up and walked home. I now realise how much of an idiot I am because I was walking on a sprained foot and I had a heavy bag and binder with a few text books, and a sinus headache. And to walk from the school to my house takes about an hour. Pssh, that was hell...I never thought I was going to go home.
Err, you're probably wondering why I didn't just go sit in the nurses office at the school. Well, it smells real bad in there, haha. Plus, the nurse there is a [insert hurtful word], and she just calls you a hypocondriac (even if you're bleeding from the eyes, she'll call you that) and sends you to class. Plus, one of the main reasons I wanted to go home was to get away from that hell hole. I guess you could say I had another one of my anxiety attacks...just not that bad, I just felt I needed to get the hell out of there before I went bezerk. [sigh] me and my messed up mind.
Ahh, anyways...so I got home and my mom was there. She comes up and laughs, "Why didn't you call again?" Turns out, Mark couldn't come get me because my mom took off with the car and Mark didn't have the keys to the truck. So no one bothered to call the school and have them page me (over the intercomy thingy majig). My mom asked who gave me a ride and I told her that I walked and she just laughs at me. [sigh] my mother, ladies and gentleman. So I just walked [or hobbled, more or less] to my room and went straight to sleep . . .for 5 minutes. My dad came in and started screaming at me about my math mark....that sure helps a headache. So Mark came in and started screaming at dad, saying that all this screaming doesn't help me. Wow, great observation. THEN my MOM came in and started screaming at all of us saying if we all didn't shut up SHE was going to have a mental breakdown.
[sigh] my family ladies and gentleman.
Wow, I've sure rambled alot [but hey, some of you should be used to that by now]
Haha, I've been told that if I wrote out my life story . . .people would think it was fiction! Muaha, maybe I should...?
