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| A nice chunk of my face is scratched off. The reason why is that I refused to go to Saturday School today. Yeah, yeah, not smart especially since today is---or should I say was?---double time. But whatever. I was in a pissy mood today which wasn't helped any when my sister woke me up at four in the morning and made me move from my "bed" on the living room floor so that she and "a friend" could talk. Instead of at least trying to get out of it like I normally would, I mumbled a "yes" and went upstairs to sleep on her bed.
Cut to seven o'clock with my mom saying "Get up! You're leaving in [blank amount of time]!" And I'm. Not. Happy. to say the least. And I was not going which didn't make my mother very pleased.
"You're going." she said. Mmm-hmm... Make me...
And so we got into a fight. And she hit me. And I bit her. So now my face is scratched up. Oh, and I have a purple dot around my eye. And my face is barely swollen. And a tad bit red.
Just by glancing at this you can totally tell that this is all my mom's fault.
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I'm just kidding, alright? This was totally my fault, though my mom isn't innocent either. I mean, yeah, I should've gone to Saturday school, but she didn't have to try to drag me out of bed when I made it obvious that my ass. Wasn't. Going. Anywhere.
I can't stress this enough. If I make up my mind, no one but my own little self is changing it. Especially if they try using force. You could beat my skull in and I wouldn't change my ways. If anything it'd make it less likely. I am that stubborn. >:D ---------------- On another note: I hate my period. At least this explains why I've been bitchy lately and my legs have been beyond sore.
Ugh. It doesn't help any that there aren't any pads in the house. *cries* | |
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| Strange man in Mami's bed, and I heard the bed springs moving for a bit.
I-I-I hope it's not what I think it is, but I just heard it again, soooo.... *cries* | |
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| Dear Nephew, I love you and all that, but your form of affection consists of licking my face. That, my friend, must stop. Love, Your grossed-out Auntie. P.S. This does not mean you can lick my feet or my legs either. ( My nephew's pic, if anyone's interested ) | |
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