Bustin makes me feel good

So in the past week my mom has blamed me for her getting yelled at by my stepdad, there being an excess amount of food in the fridge, then she asked me to tip the valet for her because she did not have any money, then she took my keys (even though she says that she threw them on my bed, they were not there and she found them in one look), then she told me that I need to go halfsies with her on the internet bill if I want to continue using it because as she put it I am “mooching the internet off of her and it is not fair to her anymore”. I do not have a job, am currently looking for employment, and all my money is going into my car insurance. She does not have a job, is not looking for a job, and is collecting unemployment. My mom also complains that she does not have enough time in the day to do everything that a typical house mom would do, you know like washing the dishes and making dinner. 

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My poke wars make so much sense now… hahaha

Woah, woah, woah. You never told me that you poked other people. Well I might as well tell you now then, you aren’t the only one I’ve been poking. I poke my cousin on the side occasionally. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.

Am I crazy? So yesterday I asked one of my teachers if I could use the bathroom and she said ”Yes, but if you are not back in 5 minutes then you can never use the bathroom again.”I then looked at her and said “Well, you can not stop me from going to the bathroom.” and she proceeded to say “No I can not but I can control how long you are down there.” to which I replied “I will be down there as long as I need to be because I can not move my bowels any faster than I already do”then she said “No I can not but I can keep checking up on you while you are down there and this is the end of this discussion.”So I went to the bathroom and everything was fine until today where I received 2 days worth of detentions for “disobedience/disrespect, poor attitude, and disruptive behavior” So then I talked to Mr. Gauthier about it and he said that he would talk to the teacher about it.My mom received and email from this teacher and knows about my 2 detentions. I told my mom what happened and then she said “I want you to serve those detentions, what you did to that poor lady was not nice.”If I have to serve those detentions after Mr. Gauthier talks to her, I might just go check myself into a mental hospital because then I must be crazy.

Is shit luck by modest mouse

Sunday I just stayed at home for the most part except when I went to Jubes to visit Kinga.

Monday I didn’t get much sleep, went to school, got yelled at for no reason, went to work in the monsoon for half and hour but got payed for a full shift, then watched Gladiator.

Tuesday I tried to get more sleep but it did not work, got yelled at some more for no reason, then went home.

Today I woke up felling slightly refreshed, shit on Mrs. Wolny and her rants about how I am in an honors class that gives in work that is lesser in quality than her CP courses, ate some Spicy Chicken Wraps, fixed Mr. Gorman’s slinky somewhat (he still remembered freshmen year when I fixed the giant knot in about 5 minutes), then I was almost told that I could not go to the bathroom by my french teacher but then Mr Gauthier walked in so she let me, then I drove home almost crashed because the person in front of me thought it would be cool to jack on the brakes in the middle of an intersection for no reason, and here I am bored out of my mind listening to Creed.

To start off my day I woke up. When I woke up I felt like shit, total shit. Which is weird because I had not done anything the night before. So I went to go take a shower and my mom kicked me out of the bathroom because she said that she was taking one. So I did the next best thing, I put on some warm sweatpants and a sweatshirt and drove my ass to Cumby’s and got one of their delicious dollar coffees. I got the 50% more caffeine one with a hint of coconut, some cream, and a shit load of sugar. So much sugar I brought the coffee line up a good half inch. Then I mixed it all together and while standing in line some sketchy guy walked in and just looked around. His head was like on a swivel stick, he just kept looking at everyone. So I thought that the place was going to get knocked over so I quickly paid for my coffee and left the building. I then hopped in my car and had to craftely manuever my car out of the parking lot in reverse because some old lady had double parked to my right and there was a woman filling up her gas right behind me. I finally got out and quickly sped home just in case that guy followed me to clean up any loose ends. When I got home I sat on the couch and watched TV. It was awesome, I did this for about, eh, an hour or so finishing my coffee during the process. My mom then took my cup and colored eggs. Then I played some Call of Duty because I had nothing better to do and as the time went on I could feel my body reacting to the caffeine not being in my system and my reaction time decreased and I felt empty inside. So I decided to watch TV again. Sometime in between 12 and 2 I managed to strain a muscle in my arm by attempting a one armed pushup with poor form. Around 2 or 2:30 I decided to go to Jubes because that is the closest place to my house that serves Sprite from a hose, which is delicious by the way for those who choose to not get it. I also wanted to go because according to Kinga’s twitter she was working at Jubes and looked like an absolute mess. When I got there I was happily seated by Kinga and I ordered a Sprite, from the hose which I clarified with her. Then Kinga asked me to color a picture for her and gave me an easter bunny. She then chose the colors and I colored in the bunny blue, with a red “bloody” leg. I also ordered a side of fries which were pretty decent. When I finished my fries, coloring the picture, my two Sprites, payed, and gave Kinga her tip I started to stare at the wall that had a New England Coffee sign on it, which you can read about in my previous post. When I left I walked home because it is right down the street. When I got home I was thoroughly interrogated by my mom who then made up her own scenario which cost me dinner. I watched one of the best movies ever, Gladiator. Played some more Call of Duty, was called a cheater for some reason then subsequently got reported for cheating. Called the guy a moron because there were a ton of people doing much better than me. Then I decided to write this post for my 30 days of blogging which is almost over.