So today after school, I went to financial aid...and they lady looked at me like I was completely stupid, and didn't belong in the school in the frist place...well she was half right. But which half is up to you. Anyway, she hands me a bunch more papers...mommy isn't going to be happy. So after class, I go to Wendy's and get lunch. Come home to eat it and I find out there is cheese on the burger. I hate cheese burgers!!
"That's it!" I thought to myself, "I'm going to go shoppin. I need to be clam." So off I went to Wayne hills mall to buy underwear..lol. I get there, and firt go into Sam Goody to check out a cd that I might want to buy...to much money. I checked out their sweatshirts, 'cause I want a new one..and they normally have cool ones....too much money/ all band names that I don't listen to. So over I went to Joyce Leselie to get underwear. I get 3 thongs and 1 normal kind. I go to pay for it, and the sign for the thongs said "3 for $5" and the normal kind was 2.99. so at most it would be 8 something. Oh no! Not even close. $17 fucking bucks!!! 17! Do you know what that like to a college kid without a job? It's just bad, lets leave it at that. Anyway, I tell her the problem the best I could 'cause my voice is shot from this stupid cold, and she was like...."OH NO! Blah Blah Blah.." Whatever! You Fucking Bitch, I don't care, I'm sick! So just be a bad sales person, and take my only 20, my life saves for this whole month...and I will walk out of here and never come back, because you desplay false advertising. never have the right sizes...AND DON'T EVEN HAVE HATS!!! you're a clothing store for Pete's Sake!! If you carry purses, which you do, then you should care hats!" And then I drove home. No I lied, I sped home on the back and windy roads of whatever town I was in.
Hopefully my day will get better. My haircut looks mad cute, I put on this black choker this morning, and when I went to do that las t check in the mirror, I sware, I looked like a punk rocker, or to be more right, I looked like I was back in 7th grade, when I had hair and I dressed grunge. *sigh* the good old days...lol.
I'm out
ps- for those of you who do read this and are getting upset from my volger language, I am not going to say I'm sorry 'cause this is my page..and if you know me, you'd understand that this is how I am when I get upset...so deal with it, or jsut don't read anymore. ~Peace~
Back