“Things can only get better”

If this phrase is merely something people throw around in order to make others feel better about themselves and not a solid fact, I shall be writing a formal complaint to someone of literary importance, in addition to this blog post.

Everyone has bad days. That's a given. But for me, today has been the most gargantuan of shitty days.

In chronological order of shittiness:

1. My Dad kicked me out.
Well. I have till the weekend to find somewhere to go, but still. He sorta grounded me for missing half a day of college, for the record I'm 18 years old, and it went from him saying I couldn't go out on college nights (merh, fair do's) to not being allowed to go out at all (FUCKNO!). After doing a few hours of college work the other night, I asked my Dad if I could go out, and he said no (which I had already perceived). So in true teenager fashion I stormed upstairs and played some of my more heavier music (Breaking Benjamin, Simple Plan, Three Days Grace) especially loud in feeble defiance. In an attempt to see my friends, I then asked if I could go down to the supermarket and pick up some acrylic paint for my Art coursework, which he immediately challenged but swiftly overruled by my Mum who granted me freedom. Content with my use of cunning I started to get ready to go out, only to hear my Dad call up the stairs that he was going to take me there and back in the car. ... Massive fail on my part. I was being escorted to the freegin’ supermarket! When we got there, he said he was going to get a card for Valentine’s and that he’d meet me by the exit. So I immediately decided that I’d bum around long enough, so he’d give up waiting for me and go home. Magnifique! It worked, and I ended up going out after all, even if it was for a couple hours. When I got home, he said nothing to me so I was completely safe. After work the next day, I saw my boyfriend for a few hours, because I hadn’t seen him all week, and I came home late. That’s when Dad kicked off.
Now here we are today, on the verge of moving out. I’m not going to lament over this, or grovel my case. No thanks. Let’s just see what happens at the end of the week.

2. I ran out of make-up.
I’m breaking out okay, and I’m out for valentines tonight! I need my face to be half presentable. Not cool, not cool..

3. I ripped my jacket
Coming out of my room, I snagged the pocket on the door handle and it took it clean off leaving a lovely gaping hole in my, now, tramp coat.

4. I ripped my bag ..
Yeahpp. On a door handle too. This time at college. SUPER!

5. Got bollocked in English
So I didn’t hand in an essay a little while back, well.. quite a while back, and it’s a pretty big deal so yeah, my English teacher was preeetty peeved that I still hadn’t gotten round to doing it. He referred me to Vice Principal (who I am on report to) so that was lovely and helpful of him.


Happy Valentines!