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Apr. 8th, 2005 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusThis has been the worst week of my life. Why? Isn't Spring Break supposed to be fun? What is it about me that makes it impossible for me to enjoy it like everyone else?
I have approximately five projects to work on this week. I've also had to work every day, and yesterday I had to babysit, and I'm babysitting again tonight. I have things to do. I can't afford time to sleep in until nine or ten, and definitely not until eleven.
This morning, I slept through my alarms. My parents decided against waking me up because I "need the sleep." So when I finally woke up, it was 11:07, and I freaked out. I'd told my boss the day before that I'd be there at eight and stay until four-thirty, and I obviously wasn't there. I ran to my computer to get her number so I could call her, and as I passed my mom she asked me what was wrong. Gee, I don't know, maybe it's the fact that everyone in this forsaken house knows that I have things I need to do, but no one is displaying the common courtesy of helping me at least WAKE UP so I can do these things. Or maybe it's the fact that my week has already been hell and you just keep making it worse by YELLING AT ME all the time over inane things that have no meaning in the end, such as cleaning my forsaken desk.
I told her I was extremely late for work, and that I'd been planning on asking to leave early anyway, and now I couldn't because I hadn't been there this morning, but I had to, because I needed to get homework done before I left to babysit, and even if I didn't leave early to do homework I'd need to leave early to get to my babysitting job on time, and why didn't anyone wake me up? "You needed sleep."
I needed sleep. I needed sleep. I don't care if I NEEDED SLEEP, I had commitments. Does nobody in this house understand that word other than me? Apparently not, because while I was freaking out, my mom told my dad that I was upset and he called my sister and asked her to take my babysitting job for me, and she said yes. He came upstairs and into the bathroom where I was trying to drown myself in the sink under the pretext of splashing water on my face and told me that my sister would take the job for me, and I freaked out even more.
Why does no one understand this? When I tell people I'm going to do something, I want to do it. If I don't do it, I look weak and stupid. So LET ME DO IT.
I can't think of anything else to say, except that today hasn't been the only bad day I've had this week. I've woken up late every single day. I've dropped my iPod twice. They tried to make us learn hip hop dancing at youth group. My family keeps telling me that I'm lucky to be on Spring Break because it means I have nothing to do.
Throughout it all, the only good thing has been reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves (I keep forgetting it doesn't have an Oxford comma) and buying notebooks yesterday at Office Max. I love notebooks.
I have approximately five projects to work on this week. I've also had to work every day, and yesterday I had to babysit, and I'm babysitting again tonight. I have things to do. I can't afford time to sleep in until nine or ten, and definitely not until eleven.
This morning, I slept through my alarms. My parents decided against waking me up because I "need the sleep." So when I finally woke up, it was 11:07, and I freaked out. I'd told my boss the day before that I'd be there at eight and stay until four-thirty, and I obviously wasn't there. I ran to my computer to get her number so I could call her, and as I passed my mom she asked me what was wrong. Gee, I don't know, maybe it's the fact that everyone in this forsaken house knows that I have things I need to do, but no one is displaying the common courtesy of helping me at least WAKE UP so I can do these things. Or maybe it's the fact that my week has already been hell and you just keep making it worse by YELLING AT ME all the time over inane things that have no meaning in the end, such as cleaning my forsaken desk.
I told her I was extremely late for work, and that I'd been planning on asking to leave early anyway, and now I couldn't because I hadn't been there this morning, but I had to, because I needed to get homework done before I left to babysit, and even if I didn't leave early to do homework I'd need to leave early to get to my babysitting job on time, and why didn't anyone wake me up? "You needed sleep."
I needed sleep. I needed sleep. I don't care if I NEEDED SLEEP, I had commitments. Does nobody in this house understand that word other than me? Apparently not, because while I was freaking out, my mom told my dad that I was upset and he called my sister and asked her to take my babysitting job for me, and she said yes. He came upstairs and into the bathroom where I was trying to drown myself in the sink under the pretext of splashing water on my face and told me that my sister would take the job for me, and I freaked out even more.
Why does no one understand this? When I tell people I'm going to do something, I want to do it. If I don't do it, I look weak and stupid. So LET ME DO IT.
I can't think of anything else to say, except that today hasn't been the only bad day I've had this week. I've woken up late every single day. I've dropped my iPod twice. They tried to make us learn hip hop dancing at youth group. My family keeps telling me that I'm lucky to be on Spring Break because it means I have nothing to do.
Throughout it all, the only good thing has been reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves (I keep forgetting it doesn't have an Oxford comma) and buying notebooks yesterday at Office Max. I love notebooks.
