I got a new cell phone. Yay! It's pretty Well besides that and that fact that my teacher said that I did really well on the ELAs, I had a mediocre day. I had tension headaches and headaches from not eating enough sugar and I broke out horribly from stress. I've just been in a bad mood and class was almost impossible to get through. Thankfully, everything's settling so I'm not as stressed.
*HEADDESK*
*jumps out window*
My grades last semester were awful. Fine. There's nothing I can do about it now, other than study my ass off and forget the fact that I live in the greatest city in the world come the start of Spring semester next Tuesday. My mother can't get past them. I know they're terrible, but MOVE ON. She's always thought it best to run my nose in whatever I do wrong for weeks and weeks on end, even when there's not a god damned thing to possibly be done about it. The grades are gotten. The exams are failed, the GPA is calculated. She has nothing better to do besides sit on my school's website and count out how many credits each course I took and RE-CALCULATE my f*cking GPA, then SHOW ME the calculation on paper and tell me, flat-out that I don't do ANYTHING right. She tells me that I've got one more semester to prove that I belong where I am, even though before this she gave me some cop-out about how she absolutely understands that your first semester away is an adjustment period and that she wouldn't be angry. If this is "not angry," I don't want to know what angry is. And apparently there was some sort of glitch in the scoring of points for courses; something changed with how much one of my courses was worth, and she insists she KNEW this, even though she REMEMBERS having an argument with be based on the fact that it WASN'T. And now she's telling me that I should look to transfer and that I don't belong where I am - I know it's an exaggeration, but she has no qualms with offending me until I break.
I can't get away from her. She's DOWNSTAIRS and leaving me nasty messages on AIM.
I can't wait to get out of this town.
Don't bother answering. I just needed to rant, and if I try to be on the phone to tell someone who really cares, I'll surely get my ass kicked.
**hugs**
*jumps out window*
She is RELENTLESS. Now we're fighting on AIM, which is 10,000 times nastier, because you can say things there you wouldn't in person.
*shoots self*
*hides under bed, traumatized*
sends in Adam to rescue Em.. **he also brings chocolate**
YOu can block her on aim
Listen to Cam because she's clearly smarter than me.
I WISH he could fix this.
And if I block her, she'll know. I'm always online... if I suddenly wasn't anymore, she'd think it peculiar and demand an explanation.
*cries*
I'm not necessarily smarter than you MFL.. I'm just used to dealing with mother crap..
Broadway Legend Joined: 9/20/04
*hugs Emcee, refuses to let go - things get ugly*
Cam, what do you mean you have shooting pains in your lungs when you breathe in?? Hellllloooooo!!!!! Get yourself to a doctor, woman!! If your arm was hanging off, your collarbone protruding from your neck, your eyeball dangling from it's socket, and your hand swollen to the size of a basketball, would you still say 'I'm fine, I'm fine...'? Look after yourself!!
Updated On: 1/13/05 at 08:30 PM
**doesn't like the doctor**
And yes I probably would still say I'm fine..
Broadway Legend Joined: 9/20/04
Well NO.. but Doctors are about the same level in my book.
Broadway Legend Joined: 9/20/04
Tsk tsk...silly girl. Have the pains gone now, at least?
sort of.. they aren't so sharp now, more dull..
Stupid doctors send me away with more medicine than I care to mention.. I'm just afraid of getting stuck with a nebulizer. my purse is already a pharmacy.. (half of the time I forget to take the stuff though)
Hey, hey, hey!
look guys it's fat albert!!
**points and laughs at tiff**
i'm sorry emcee. *big hugs* i hope it gets better for you but soon you'll be able to leave! i guess try to focus on the positive is my puny advice.
k, this is my only post tonight because i have lots and lots and lots of hw and i don't plan on sleeping more than 2 hours so if you see me post again please yell at me to get back to my work!
Only if you will actually listen Alex..
Well I'm off to call backs.. should be home around 9:30 or 10 unless I get stuck staying for casting.. **crosses fingers hoping not**
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/7/04
Emcee, I'm sorry. I wish I could help. Anything I can do?
Attempt to cheer me up? Keep me enterained so I can continue to hide in my bedroom?
*gives up*
I can hide for a day and a half, can't I?
::tries to cheer up or entertain emcee::
::fails miserably::
Wish I could help...We're here for ya though
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