Nagggg naggg naggg.

I absolutely hate people who nag you.

Especially when they're nagging you to do things that you don't want to do, or know for a fact that you can't do. Sometimes even when you're already doing what they said, they're still sitting there rushing you saying "c'mon, let's go, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

It drives me nuts. I hate repetition. It literally causes this tickle in the back of my skull and I'm forced to take a deep breathe or else I'll completely blow up at the person. Of course there are times when I can't control my anger and frustration and I end up screaming my head off until that person gets the hint to leave me the hell alone.

Parents and teachers are the best at nagging you. Whether it's something as simple as getting out of bed in the morning, or even getting a project done, they nag you. I can't stand it. It's like a pet-peeve multiplied by infinity.

If you're someone who nags,

Don't talk to me.

Insomnia is terrible.

Last night I was determined to die my hair after I got home, and I knew it wouldn't be a problem due to the fact that me having insomnia allowed me to stay awake.

But I had to wait for all my family members to be done in the bathroom before I could do it. So I ended up having to wait untill midnight. And unfortunately, my hair needs two boxes of dye. I dyed my hair the first time, then had to wait for it to dry before I could use the second box but I couldn't use the blowdryer because everyone was sleeping.

After my hair was finally dried, for the most part anyway, I dyed my hair for the second time. By this time it was 2 am and I was extremely tired.

To avoid having to take a shower only a few hours later, I took my shower at 2:40 am.

Even after a relaxing hot shower and my desperate need for sleep, I laid in bed, in pitch black darkness, under the covers and was unable to fall asleep. The last time I let myself look at the clock, it was 3:16 am. After that, I refused to know what time it was this way I wouldn't know how much sleep I wasn't getting.

And of course, my motehr decided to wake me up extra early this morning. I figure I got about 2 hours of sleep last night.

I'm disgustingly tired, I really don't know how I'm functioning.

Making problems out of nothing? That's cool.

So this weekend had the potential to be amazing untill people had to be spiteful against me. The best part is, they had no reason for their "revenge." Everything was fine, for once. No problems, no drama.

But of course there has to be that one person that feels the need to create drama out of nothing with false accusations. They even got others to join in on all of this. So now,

it's war.

But what they don't realize is if they want to be a b*tch, I can be a bigger b*tch. It's time for my revenge. And I don't have a care in the world about how they view me from this point on. I'm fed up.

I will win.

I have everything I need right now, and that's all that matters. If they can't understand that, then atleast I can say I tried to get them to understand. Maybe it's not the ideal situation, but I'm making the best of it, without them.

Who ever said Senior year was easy, lied.

All my life I've been taught that my Senior year would be laid back and simple with hardly any classes. Thus, giving you the freedom to whatever you want because you don't have any work to do. What a load of bull.

This year has been one of the most stressful years of school, by far.

First it was worrying about college untill I soon realized I can't afford to go anywhere else except Nassau Community College. In fact, I can't even afford a car to get myself to Nassau, so I'm going to be forced to take the bus.

After I got over my pathetic future, it became apparent that the A.P. test for art was insanely difficult and soon. With only a few weeks left to get a lot of artwork done, I'm contemplating on just giving my mom the money for the check for the test, and not even take the test at all. This would probably seem stupid to most, but this year I've started to literally hate art, instead of enjoy it as a stress reliever.

And finally, english. I hate english. I hate reading and analyzing every little detail of books with some supposed hidden meaning. The transition between my easygoing class last year, and actually having to do work this year was ridiculous. There's just too much to do.

I especially flip out when teachers and parents, sometimes even other students, just sit there and nag you to get this excessive amount of work done. It makes being stressed out a million times worse. I can't even count how mnay panic attacks I've had just over school alone.

Senior year, is a lie. It's actually very difficult and filled with stress.

Don't get your hopes up.

Vroommm vroommm!

I need a cigarette.

A fresh pack of newports to be specific.

$8 spent on increasing my already high chance of developing cancer.

20 cancer sticks per pack.

But I never really get to smoke all 20. I always give in to someone else's addiction and give them one of my own. I hate being generous. They're my cigarettes, I payed for them, so stop asking.

They'll never stop asking. And then there's always the ones who even after you say no, offer you money, or try to guilt you into sharing your overpriced slow suicide.

It's true, I hate people.

& I love cigarettes.

Peace.

Anger Management?

I've ultimately decided that this blog is going to be me complaining and venting, agrily about things that happen to me on a day to day basis.
For instance, I hate school. I couldn't possibley be more fed up with it. Graduation can't come quick enough. I'm so depserate to leave this school it's not even funny. I dread walking into this building 5 days of the week when there's nothing in this building for me to look forward to except my departure. It's almost as if this place is a prison.
My only other rant for today is all the useless drama that I come across everyday, mostly with boys. It's stupid, really. And it's just yet anotehr reason as to why I can't wait to graduate. No more pointless drama with these people.
I'm so excited for June 27th.