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O_O Lol, I'm posting daily now...anyway, I have stuff to tell you.
Today is Sunday, the worst day of the week for me. Why? I have to go to my mother's house. She nags and nags nonstop...it's killin' me. She's my real mom. The mother who actually gave birth to me. She's my mom and I should love her, but she's changed ever since that...incident(you idiot, if you don't know what I'm talking about, read from my very first post all the way up to this one.). Both my parents changed when they separated. They got angry with me more often, they yelled at us(me and my little bro) more, and lots more negative things. It's just sucks having all of this happen to you. There are things that are even worse than this. And I feel bad for all those people who have to suffer and deal with their sucky lives. I have a sucky life, too. So we're all in the same boat. Anyway, I got up in the morning, drowsy and grumpy. Not feelin' like doin' anything. I just went on the computer to have a little fun before she comes. Ding dong. She's here. -_- My worst nightmare. My life really sucks. I just groaned and turned off the PC. I dragged myself to the back door and put my shoes on. "I wish this day was over...", I thought. I opened the door and went outside. My little bro beside me. We walked to our friend's car. This was Mom's friend. She opened the car door and hugged me and my bro tightly. "Can't... breathe...need...AIR!!", I thought as I choked. We were both silent. Mom's friend was driving us to the church(I'm Christian, the church is the only good thing about Sundays). She talked to Mom about stuff about voting for the Liberal or somebody else...and something to do with children's education and all that government stuff a preteen like me wouldn't get. I just sat there bored.
The drive was only a couple of minutes. So obviously, I didn't fall asleep. I went into the church, learned some Bible stories, played some games, grabbed a snack in the gym(there's a "Coffee Time" thing in the gym every Sunday), and left. Mom's friend drove us to the park by the church. She was giving us a nice "treat". I just played on the swings and got bored. My brother was jumping off the slide and climbing all over the place. After a while, we decided to go home. Mom's friend dropped us off at our her house. We said goodbye and we went inside. I ran upstairs and washed my hands, then I put on my pajamas and took a nap.
Mom came in a little while later. She was sort of yelling, "Where is she?" over and over again. She worries waaay to much. She opened my room door and breathed a sigh of relief. I just stared and said, "What?" "Oh, [Yukino] I was wondering where you were. I was so worried." "Eh? It's not like I'd sneak out of the house and walk back home. It would take me ages to get back.", I thought. "You want to take a nap? I will wake you up when it's lunch." She closed the door. I sighed. Then I dozed off.
***
Hours later, my brother barges into my room. I wake up immediately and sit up. "What is it?", I say in a sleepy voice. "Lunch." "No thanks. I'm already full from the food from the church." I lie down again. "You gotta wake up. Your going to miss the ice cream!" "Who cares? It'll make me fat. And I'm trying to stay the way I am right now, skinny." "Fine." He closes the door.
***
The door opens and I wake up. "What?" "Eat your lunch." It's my brother again. "Ugh, fine." I grab my glasses and watch. Then I change and go down stairs. In the kitchen, Mom is standing on my chair trying to squish a bug on the ceiling. I dump myself on the couch and wait until I can take a seat. My brother talks to me about who knows what. I just ignore him and keep thinking, "I wish this day was over."
***
I finish my lunch. Mom says we have to go out to buy sewing thread. She needs it for mending clothes. We have to go to the Square. The mall right in the center of the city. I take my jacket and put my socks on. Then I go downstairs and wait.
We leave the house and take the bus to the Square. As always, the transit is flooded with people. We pass though the bus station and into the mall. We go to one of the stores and look for the crafts section. It has sewing thread, yarn, needles, paint, sketchbooks, high-quality drawing pencils and all the art supplies you could think of. After a long time of looking, we find the thread. Mom buys three rolls of black thread and one roll of white thread. We but the supplies and go on the bus home.
***
I was surprised at how much time it took to get four rolls of thread. 2 hours. Wow. Anyway, Mom gave us some leftovers from lunch and salmon for dinner. I didn't enjoy my dinner and hoped Dad would hurry up and pick us up.
After dinner, Mom gave me a haircut. She's not bad when it come to hairstyling. After all, she did learn aesthetics(its the business in beauty and hairstyling and all that crud). I changed my look...well, a little. I just got rid of my bangs. After my haircut, I took a bath and then Dad picked us up. I came home, washed my hands and came down here to post.
This was so boring. I hope we go on a trip tomorrow(tomorrow is P.A. Day, so no school! ^^). I want some pics to put on my blog.
Anyway, see ya.
♥, Yuki
Sunday, September 16, 2007, 8:49 PM
Sunday
O_O Lol, I'm posting daily now...anyway, I have stuff to tell you.
Today is Sunday, the worst day of the week for me. Why? I have to go to my mother's house. She nags and nags nonstop...it's killin' me. She's my real mom. The mother who actually gave birth to me. She's my mom and I should love her, but she's changed ever since that...incident(you idiot, if you don't know what I'm talking about, read from my very first post all the way up to this one.). Both my parents changed when they separated. They got angry with me more often, they yelled at us(me and my little bro) more, and lots more negative things. It's just sucks having all of this happen to you. There are things that are even worse than this. And I feel bad for all those people who have to suffer and deal with their sucky lives. I have a sucky life, too. So we're all in the same boat. Anyway, I got up in the morning, drowsy and grumpy. Not feelin' like doin' anything. I just went on the computer to have a little fun before she comes. Ding dong. She's here. -_- My worst nightmare. My life really sucks. I just groaned and turned off the PC. I dragged myself to the back door and put my shoes on. "I wish this day was over...", I thought. I opened the door and went outside. My little bro beside me. We walked to our friend's car. This was Mom's friend. She opened the car door and hugged me and my bro tightly. "Can't... breathe...need...AIR!!", I thought as I choked. We were both silent. Mom's friend was driving us to the church(I'm Christian, the church is the only good thing about Sundays). She talked to Mom about stuff about voting for the Liberal or somebody else...and something to do with children's education and all that government stuff a preteen like me wouldn't get. I just sat there bored.
The drive was only a couple of minutes. So obviously, I didn't fall asleep. I went into the church, learned some Bible stories, played some games, grabbed a snack in the gym(there's a "Coffee Time" thing in the gym every Sunday), and left. Mom's friend drove us to the park by the church. She was giving us a nice "treat". I just played on the swings and got bored. My brother was jumping off the slide and climbing all over the place. After a while, we decided to go home. Mom's friend dropped us off at our her house. We said goodbye and we went inside. I ran upstairs and washed my hands, then I put on my pajamas and took a nap.
Mom came in a little while later. She was sort of yelling, "Where is she?" over and over again. She worries waaay to much. She opened my room door and breathed a sigh of relief. I just stared and said, "What?" "Oh, [Yukino] I was wondering where you were. I was so worried." "Eh? It's not like I'd sneak out of the house and walk back home. It would take me ages to get back.", I thought. "You want to take a nap? I will wake you up when it's lunch." She closed the door. I sighed. Then I dozed off.
***
Hours later, my brother barges into my room. I wake up immediately and sit up. "What is it?", I say in a sleepy voice. "Lunch." "No thanks. I'm already full from the food from the church." I lie down again. "You gotta wake up. Your going to miss the ice cream!" "Who cares? It'll make me fat. And I'm trying to stay the way I am right now, skinny." "Fine." He closes the door.
***
The door opens and I wake up. "What?" "Eat your lunch." It's my brother again. "Ugh, fine." I grab my glasses and watch. Then I change and go down stairs. In the kitchen, Mom is standing on my chair trying to squish a bug on the ceiling. I dump myself on the couch and wait until I can take a seat. My brother talks to me about who knows what. I just ignore him and keep thinking, "I wish this day was over."
***
I finish my lunch. Mom says we have to go out to buy sewing thread. She needs it for mending clothes. We have to go to the Square. The mall right in the center of the city. I take my jacket and put my socks on. Then I go downstairs and wait.
We leave the house and take the bus to the Square. As always, the transit is flooded with people. We pass though the bus station and into the mall. We go to one of the stores and look for the crafts section. It has sewing thread, yarn, needles, paint, sketchbooks, high-quality drawing pencils and all the art supplies you could think of. After a long time of looking, we find the thread. Mom buys three rolls of black thread and one roll of white thread. We but the supplies and go on the bus home.
***
I was surprised at how much time it took to get four rolls of thread. 2 hours. Wow. Anyway, Mom gave us some leftovers from lunch and salmon for dinner. I didn't enjoy my dinner and hoped Dad would hurry up and pick us up.
After dinner, Mom gave me a haircut. She's not bad when it come to hairstyling. After all, she did learn aesthetics(its the business in beauty and hairstyling and all that crud). I changed my look...well, a little. I just got rid of my bangs. After my haircut, I took a bath and then Dad picked us up. I came home, washed my hands and came down here to post.
This was so boring. I hope we go on a trip tomorrow(tomorrow is P.A. Day, so no school! ^^). I want some pics to put on my blog.
Anyway, see ya.
♥, Yuki
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