Archive for September, 2006
Yippe after being accepted for another year at school, I now have to do the actual shopping for my school stuff. So today I did that.
Okay lets first start with how my day really started out. Okay seeing as my mom’s car has been playing the ass lately, my uncle came for it today to take it to get checked out. Only to find that as soon as he got about 100m away from the house the car cut out, and would not restart. Ohh Joy I said to myself as I heard my mother shouting for my name. It is 7am on a Saturday, there is no way that I was going to be getting up that early. When then had to push the car right back to our house and call a mechanic, pushing the car is not that hard, but today be had to push it up a little slope.
Okay on to the good stuff. We finally get a bus to town to buy my stuff, only to know that in that bus that we were riding in there was this music that was playing and was very damn annoying. A bunch of shit, the idiots couldn’t get the right settings and had the entire bus vibrating with every beat. I was happy to get out of that bus and will never catch it again. So first on my list was a pair of shoes, the first set of shoe stores I went into the shoes weren’t that good, sometimes my mom liked them and I didn’t and at time it was the other way around. So finally I find a pair that we can both agree on. So my friend who works in the shoe store was helping me out, Oh joy, they didn’t have my size. So at square one, so I decided to go upstairs to the men’s department and I find the shoes, only these ones are 1/2 size over what I was look for. I said what the heck “Too big is a fit” and bought them anyway.
Now to find school shirts and pants, the store that would have had them were all out of shirts my size and pants, So I had to end up going store to store to fin d clothes for school. Who this was stressful, so my mom and I come to this store that has the white dress shirts I am look for, but my mom has a problem with the because they have the logo on the pocket, a little logo in the corner of the pocket, nothing big, and she doesn’t want to buy them. So we spend the next hour looking around to find those shirts, when she could have bought them and called it a day.
Then of course after a long day we were hungry, so we went tho this restaurant that she like, had to stand up in a line for too long, then in my opinion the food sucked. It was way too spicy and expensive for my likings.
On our way home in the bus, I decided to give into my family’s demands about cutting my hair and got it cut. In the barber shop I was watching all my hair fall off, I really loved it. Man was I angry. Ohh well now to start growing it back.
So we get back home and the car is fixed, so we now have to go grocery shopping. I decide to go with them. So at the end of it all we passed my school and realised that the secretary’s car was there so we went there, as my mom wanted to thank her personally for all the help she has given us. Then guess who I saw, the principal who asked me If I told this man to call him, I actually didn’t(has something to do with my Meddling Adults rant), my grandfather got him to call him, and I had nothing to do with it, actually when I learnt about it I was rather upset. When my principal told me this, for some reason I started to feel really bad.
Okay after a week of waiting for ‘the call’ I finally got it after, worrying for the entire week since school started back, wondering if I would ever get back in. The thing is that I had to go for my little brother from school so that meant that by a certain time I had to be out of the house, and there was a possibility that I would have missed the call. It set me in a whole worry panic. Then I decided to call the school and I spoke to the secretary and she told me that she hadn’t received the list as yet and as soon as she did she would call and let me know. SO I called my mom and let her know, as she was calling me all day, so when I told her she called the school to let them know to call her at work if they didn’t get through to anyone when they called home.
So I went for my little brother making sure to call be for I left home, and at that time she didn’t have the list as yet either. So because I had to leave home in a hurry, I ended up leaving home with my hair soaking wet as I had just come out of the bath and I washed my hair. And on top of all of this I went into the Library to kill time until his school finished. So If i get a cold we all know why.
Then I went back home, and after 4PM I started to lose all hope as the Office closes at 4PM, then around 4:30PM I get ‘the call’ that went something like this:
The Call was like “Good Evening may I speak with Prince Kemar”
“Speaking”
“You have been accepted for another year at school”
“Accepted??” had to make sure I was hearing correctly.
“You are asked to be at the school at 9:30am on Tuesday with your parents and the [necessary cash]”
I felt so damn happy when I got this call. Now the only thing left is for me to go and buy my school clothes and other stuff like that.
I will make the most of this year and work my butt off to achieve good grades.
My life has been a bitch for this entire week, and I am starting to completely give up now, I refuse to be nice to people. Yeah I have always been told that be nice to people and people will be nice to you and that respect is a two way street. A bunch of bullshit if you ask me. I will not be nice to anyone unless I have some sort of liking for them or unless they are nice to me.
Today I decided out of the kindness of my heart that I will cook, so that when my mom and little brother gets home they will have something to eat. Yeah I did it, I slaved over a hot stove for a couple of hours, only to have her bitch at me when she gets home. So guess what, whenever I am home from now on I won’t be doing shit. Apparently I was supposed to clean the bathroom. First off there is nothing to clean it with so I don’t know how the smart-ass expects me to get it cleaned. Screw her, she didn’t even eat when she came home, I must say that this honestly made me feel sorta hurt, and one of the reasons I don’t cook in the first place, she tells me that I should help her out more around the house. I do try, and she doesn’t fucking appreciate it, she tries to find fault in every fucking thing I do. I am honestly sick and tired of it. And I can’t talk to her, because she doesn’t respect me enough to actually listen to me.
She had me hurt so much that I just went into my room, came on the computer and listened to some music. only to have her come a few minutest later banging my door, saying to open, of course I wasn’t in the mood to take her on so I simply told her no. Until it finally hit her that the key to the door was right above her head. Then she started bitching that I don’t have the right to lock any doors in this house, and that a stranger has more right. And on top of that she tells me to turn off my music. I would have used headphones if her hard-ears son didn’t destroy the ones I had.
I am getting sick and tired of this shit all the damn time. On top of all of this she wonders why I never try to talk to her about anything, she doesn’t get it that she is not the sort of person that would want to make a person talk to them. She doesn’t even listen to me.
It is getting really frustrating now, adults are mediling in my life a bit too much. When I wanted their help they didn’t want to give it to me, now that I don’t want it they are giving it and it is getting really annoying.I am now trying to get back into school, school started on Monday. My mom called the school and talked to someone on Tuesday, today my grandfather gets someone who knows the principle to call, I called last week Friday. Honestly people you are doing much more fucking harm that good. How is he going to view this, as concerned parents and grandparents or annoying ass people. Honestly I have a feeling that this will do more harm that good.
When I wanted someone to take an application to Community College no one wanted to take it, now that I really don’t want their help everyone is trying to help.
And the people they are telling are people that talk, I am not the sort of person that likes my business all about the place.
So parents and grandparents, do me a big favour and butt the hell out of my life.
Please and thank you.
I’m done now.
| The meanie.61 Cruelty, 32 Anal, 30 Pushover |
| You’re unnecessarily cruel. While you really have no reason to be so mean, you really enjoy hurting others. See that man bent over, tying his shoe? Chances are you’re already on your way over to kicked him into the mud. I suppose it’s not that big a deal, though; after all, it’s in good fun — right? I foresee painful torture and a slow death ahead for you, my friend. |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 99% on Cruelty |
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You scored higher than 99% on Anal |
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You scored higher than 99% on Pushover |
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Okay this is what I got when I took the test for a second time, being a little more serious this time.
| The perfect human.48 Cruelty, 48 Anal, 26 Pushover |
| Congratulations. You’re easy-going, friendly and know when to stand up for yourself. You’re perfect.In fact, you’re a little bit too perfect. Chances are, hoards of jealous people are plotting your demise at you read this. Tough luck, pal. |
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What do you think happens when tow road bullies meet on the same road?? When one of them refuses to give in?? … Yes most of the times some very bad accidents, with fatal results do occur.
But today I witnessed two road bullies clashing, fortunately there was no loss of life, nor any significant damage done to the cars and drivers involved. And I thank God for this.
Well here is what happened, my mom was taking my little cousin and his dad home after the little cousin spent the day here, so on our way to take them home, when are on this road which is undergoing some road works, I think either water pipes or pipes for natural gas were being laid. So one half of the road is dug up and at some point only on car can pass, instead of the regular two, one on each side. So here is what happened, my mom was driving and I was in the passenger seat and there is this guy coming down the road driving very fast, and my mom was driving fast also. So the guy is on the side with the road works, so naturally my mom has the right of way, so this guy decides that he is not going to give way nor will he slow down, but instead he will try to squeeze through also, now I knew that my mom was not going to be intimidated by him so she did not pull off of the road as the guy may have thought. So when the cars get near, I heard a noise then glass was flying, a little piece hit me just millimeters away from my eye, and a lot ended up on my mom all of her chest and arm had little cut and the car was full of glass. What happened was that both mirrors hit each other and on impact shattered. Luckily it wasn’t anything major.
So my mom reversed and went my the other car, she and my uncle were both furious as everyone knew that he was wrong and could have easily avoided it. So the drivers are talking and we soon realised that there was a possibility that glass may be in the other guys eye. So the wash it out and talk for a couple of minutes and stuff. We decided not to call the police as the parties involved knew each other to some extent, and extent that the police were not needed. So the driver of the other car said that he will pay for our mirror, which implies that he knows that he was wrong. Even the guys that was with him knew that he was wrong.
Truthfully what I would say happened, is that he was all out in the road and in on my mothers side of the road, and the bully that he is wanted us to like drive off of the road so that he could pass, but to his horror we weren’t going to be intimidated. After talking to my uncle we soon learnt that this was something that he did very often, but hopefully this will be a lesson to him. And hopefully he will know that there are bigger and badder bullies out there than him.
Yes Guys, you heard me say it, yes being a rebel is absolute fun. I know see the thrill that kids get from doing something that they aren’t supposed to be doing, but it is more fun when the person who told you not to do it is in the room beside you.
Okay yesterday my mom went into my room and took away my modem, long story as to why she did it. At first I was really angry that she took it away and never gave it back to me and and later that night I gave up on trying to get it back.
So today comes along and my mom has to go to work in the morning, and she takes my little brother by his grand mother, which means that I have the entire house for myself, no one to bug me or tell if I do something wrong. I was feeling lonely without having the Internet and was trying to figure out how I was going to get on the net, at first I was thinking of going into town and by an Internet card which is basically a preset about of Dial up Internet access. Then a while after I thought of that, it crossed my mind that I have another modem in my room, I smiled to myself and just was joyous. Then it hit me, all previous attempts to use this modem proved futile after I installed the drivers and everything. So this time I just plugged it in and guessed, what it actually worked with out me having to install anything. I just can’t believe it, it actually worked.
I was over joyed to get on the Internet, and doing something that I wasn’t supposed to be doing just made me feel so damn rebellious. You see I have always been a kid that did nothing majorly wrong like other kids my age, I usually do well in school and for the most part don’t get into trouble. Every parents dream kid. Being a rebel is fun, I must do it more often.
But people, this isn’t where the trill came. My mom came home and being the good kid I am, I asked for my modem so that I wouldn’t have to go sneaking around. But my mom wouldn’t give it to me, so I went to my room where my computer is, turned it on and made it sound as I was watching an episode of Star Trek and some other movies, when I was really using them to drown out the sound of my key board typing. That was when I was on the net, and I usually do a bit of typing. The trill was that my mom was in here room next to mines, which made being on the Internet tonight so much damn fun.
I must do some more rebellious things and more often.
