THE RULES: (read or die)

THE RULES: (read or die)


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Monday, May 7, 2012

Douche College Professor

So as I begin I want you to know that I have graduated from high school and have begun my journey to "real life". And real life isn't taking me in to well. I am still living with my parents and I still go to school. Not much has changed. I had a job. Got fired. I now have a different job in retail. Anyway that is mostly what I have to update on my life. I just want to tell you a few things about my college experience.

I can't stand two out of four of my professors. And it is strange because it was the two that I expected to REALLY love. English, and Stress management.

My English professor is a globalization and current issues freak. Most of my class I haven't truly learned ANYTHING about English. I have just learned how to look up articles and become global centeric and not care about anything that is actually happening around me. In my country. In my home.

My stress management class and professor has caused me the most stress out of all my classes. I almost failed the class (along with 90% of the class) because of her poor organization skills.

Another thing that I want to talk about is friends. So as you saw in my previous post I haven't been doing well on the friend front. It is pretty sad because of how social I am. I don't talk to anyone now besides Hannah Gale (who has become my best friend wierdly enough) and as always m

Marriage and other things that drive me CRAZY

Okay. This blog is going to need alittle backstory because I don't think I have told you guys what happened durring this point and if I have bare with me.

I go to school with my parents. As a result several of the people I went to highschool with also go to school with my parents. My parents are now friends with two people that are two years older than me and used to be my friends. Now they are nothing but the annoying shits that come over and steal my parents from us.

Anyway in my parents "group" there are Kia and Jaquie (the two that used to be my friends), Blaine and my parents. Long story very very short I am not allowed to talk to them anymore because the last time I did Blaine ended up talking to me more than he talked to my parents and we hung out more often than he hung out with my parents. That resulted in my mom getting jealous and telling me not to hang out with him anymore because she felt like she couldn't talk to him anymore because he tells me everything. Whatever I was pissed I got over it (not really I am still siverely upset at how immaturely my mother handled that) and we moved on.

My parents have a drinking problem whether they like to admit it or not. Actually it is pretty much just my mom. Johny doesn't drink much. But when my mom drinks she drinks until she pukes.

So yesterday was Kai's 21st birthday and to celebrate my mom went out and bought a variety of alcohol. The birthday boy had ONE BEER. My mom and Jackie downed most of it and Johny had one shot glass and Blaine had none (he got in trouble for drunk driving and now has a breathelizer in his car)

Anyway I went out because my parents hadn't saved me anything for dinner and I had done a 9 hour shift on a newly sprained ankle. I came home to hear that my mother was puking her guts out.

I hate people who drink. Anyone who drinks like that completely disgusts me. Especially when they do it in a house filled with CHILDREN (my siblings) who exstremely impressioned by the actions of the adults they are supposed to be able to look up to you PUTRID FUCKING SHIT FACED WHORE. Sorry had to get that out of my system.

Jackie ended up staying over and threw up on the floor and all over herself and her phone causing it to break (bitch deserved it)

This all pissed me off and reminded me why I am moving out of this fucking house.


Next we are going to talk about marriage and weddings. I am so sick of every single one of my friends getting married before me. One of the most recent ones has only been dating the guy for 6 months and barely knew him before that. I have been dating Jackson for 5 1/2 years and am gettin married in November. One of my friends only knew her significant other for a month before they got married.

I am so sick of people telling me how in love they are. Because they said the same goddamn thing about the last person. I hope you get married and have children and are unhappy until you can't stand it anymore and get a divorce. Thus realizing the cycle that is consuming this generation. You stupid piece of shit. You don't even know the person you are spending the rest of your life with. Why would you rush into it? You know that it is going to end for you right? Or are you so dilusional to think that you pitiful little relationship can even compair to what I have gone through with Jackson? What gives you the goddamn right to get married so early. Why should you get to get married while I have to wait so EVERYTHING is perfect? Why do you just get to say "oh I am getting married in a week." a week before it happens? YOU ALL DISGUST ME.

You got engaged yesterday and you are getting married in two months? Wow that was fast. I have been engaged for over a year. Tell me again how you are "obviously" more in love than I am. How your marriage is going to be "better" than mine because yours has "god". Fuck off.

Anyway. This is what has been bugging me lately. Also flakey ass friends and losing bridesmaids. I hate that. But the planning is going well. I really should stop doing these so late my grammer sucks serious balls when I do that. But I get so angry I need to let it out somewhere. So welcome to my blog mother fuckers. (I also seem to swear alot when I am sleepy)