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Tonight is my last night of

Oct 21, 2009 - 0 comments
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bactrim

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thank jebus

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overheating

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Blood

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scabs

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allergic reaction

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culinary arts

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helth science kids

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spoiled asses

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doctors vs chefs

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stupid tumor on society's head

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bacon

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self centered

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fat lards

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dumb cunts

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volunteers

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scrambling eggs

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scrubbing pans

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odd job

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nausea

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rotton day

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irritated

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shei

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YAP

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cigarette

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Smoking

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M&M cookie

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giggles

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steve

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mad parents

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mom

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dad

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remote

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farting people

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you can't eat MY food

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child that I decided to have

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nap

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apple cake

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HER food

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dinner

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state of denial

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fantasy world

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everybody hates you



Bactrim. Thank you, jebus. I couldn't take those for much longer. The pain is unbearable. My cheeks are very warm, overall today I was overheating a lot. Not sure why, because I'm usually so cold. I was still bleeding this morning, basically until about five this afternoon. I think I've scabbed finally, then again, it may be an awkward place to scab?

In CA this morning, about twenty health science kids took our bus in the morning, to our voc school, to eat a special breakfast. It was like, fine, whatever. Cause health science is like, of the most major importance ever. Not gonna need a ******* doctor if you're dead from lack of food. I really found out where my profession would fall in the world, though. It was quite a reality check. We're in class, when I realize there are ALOT of people in the dining room. Sure enough, it's all the health science kids. I am the only one in my school in my CA class, and I am not cooking food for these stuck up girls who ate 10 pieces of bacon each. Health science my *** you fat lards. Most of them are nice, actually. I just didn't like that the people running it were such ******* that they yelled at the servers in my class for trying to get people drinks and whatnot. Seriously? Higher us, without pay or compensation, to serve 50 kids and your own dumb **** selves breakfast, and then yell at us the whole time? It's not our fault you didn't tell us there would be 50 kids. Do we look like we can cook enough food for 50 kids all at once? Well we can't. So **** off. It didn't help that chef was so on edge about the whole thing and I kept getting in trouble. I kept volunteering to do things, but there was nothing apparently I was competant enough to do. All I did all day was scramble some eggs, and I was given help for that. Are you kidding me. The rest of the time I just wandered around and got yelled at to help someone with something, dammnit. And there was nothing. I just kept getting in the way. I did a million odd, miniscule jobs. I felt like the tumor on the side of someone's face. Then I scrubbed about ten pans because I didn't even know anymore. I felt so nauseas, all day. But I knew I would be told to suck it up if I said anything. So I didn't.

The day was a bit rotten otherwise. Not horrible, just old and rotting and brown. I was irritated and having trouble sitting right. It was a long day. I went to Shei to YAP and had the greatest cigarette of my life. I'd say I'm ashamed, but I was just feeling yucky. I wanted like five, so I consider one a compromise. A good compromise. YAP was really fun, I ate a cookie. We did some things that made me friggin think. But I had a ridiculous amount of fun. I just was overall giggly. Shei came in to see the boys and then Steve came over.

I ended up getting screamed at. I was so tired, sitting on the couch, and my mom tells me to get my dad. My dad was going to come upstairs and demand that we give him the remote, then watch some stupid game and fart all night. Like I really needed that. So I said no, I'm not going to get him. At which point my mom said I can no longer eat her food that she works so hard over and no one appreciates and how she's the only one that nobody cares about (You know, like I did all morning). So I didn't eat her food. She PICKED a fight with me, and Steve would leave because of it. I fell asleep after. Woke up to find both my parents on either side of me, with the remote of course.

I ate some apple cake. Which is also her food, but I did not eat the dinner she told me I was not entitled to eat. OH, and then when I told her I was not going to eat it because she told me I was not allowed to, she said so, she denied the entire thing. Saying she would never say that. She literally lives in her own fantasy world where she can do nothing wrong and the whole world hates her guts and is out to get her.

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