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Random vents that are really ticking me off.
<span style="font-size:75">It. Wont. Stop. Raining. Damnit. 
<br>And normally this wouldn't irritate me, but because it's raining, my mom wont take me to:<br>1. The YMCA. If I'm not going to school, then why don't I go get some laps in? I have a swim meet next week.<br>2. The mall. Okay. The reason why she wont take me here is stupid. They put a Lego store in the mall, and she decided to be an idiot and tell my Lego obsessive brother about it. So now he annoys the hell out of my entire family to take him to the Lego store, which means that when I have to get some -actual- shopping done [I've lost a ton of weight and I need new shirts/jeans/other clothes ect], or go bargin hunting for Christmas gifts for my family/friends, I can't do that, either.<br>3. My friends house. Most of my friends don't live in this neighborhood.<br><br>And another thing, is I finally got some nice clothes from American Eagle. I was in need of nicer clothes, because mine are either too big or too small for me now.<br>I got two cable knit sweaters [one purple, one blue], and a pair of their Artist jeans, which I really like.<br>She decides to 'try them out', to see if she likes them. I normally don't have an issue with this, but these fit me -perfectly-, and I don't want them streched out, because my mom wears different sizes than me.<br>Well. -_-<br>I wake up one morning to find that the clothes that I had laid out the night before weren't on my desk chair. I had laid out the layering tanktop, my jeans, and my blue sweater.<br>When I got them back three days later, they were all streched out. My sweater -still- isn't back to normal. Neither are my jeans.<br><br>Oh. And she broke my straightener, once again 'trying it out'.<br>Woman. <span style="font-weight:bold">Stop </span>wearing my clothes. You are <span style="font-weight:bold">not</span> sixteen. And I got these clothes with my own money. Least you could do was <br>A: ask to borrow my straightner/clothes<br>B: Take good care of my <span style="font-style:italic">brand new</span> clothes.<br><br>So, instead of taking me somewhere [the mall is five minutes away, the Y is 15 minutes away], she's sitting downstairs eating candy.<br>Which really pisses me off. I have barely touched my Halloween candy. I gave most of it away. And, I at least want to stay active and shop around. It's pouring out. It's not raining that hard right now. Just get off your ass and do something. We need more milk in the house, ect ect. But you've been sitting there since you got home, ranting about your teacher to your friends on your cellphone. By the way, we're sharing those minutes you're using. Ohh, and did I mention we have a house phone?<br><br>I know that sounds rude of me, but I'm sick of the way this is going on. I need to do something, or I'm going to literally -snap-.<br><br>[/random vent]</span>
<br>And normally this wouldn't irritate me, but because it's raining, my mom wont take me to:<br>1. The YMCA. If I'm not going to school, then why don't I go get some laps in? I have a swim meet next week.<br>2. The mall. Okay. The reason why she wont take me here is stupid. They put a Lego store in the mall, and she decided to be an idiot and tell my Lego obsessive brother about it. So now he annoys the hell out of my entire family to take him to the Lego store, which means that when I have to get some -actual- shopping done [I've lost a ton of weight and I need new shirts/jeans/other clothes ect], or go bargin hunting for Christmas gifts for my family/friends, I can't do that, either.<br>3. My friends house. Most of my friends don't live in this neighborhood.<br><br>And another thing, is I finally got some nice clothes from American Eagle. I was in need of nicer clothes, because mine are either too big or too small for me now.<br>I got two cable knit sweaters [one purple, one blue], and a pair of their Artist jeans, which I really like.<br>She decides to 'try them out', to see if she likes them. I normally don't have an issue with this, but these fit me -perfectly-, and I don't want them streched out, because my mom wears different sizes than me.<br>Well. -_-<br>I wake up one morning to find that the clothes that I had laid out the night before weren't on my desk chair. I had laid out the layering tanktop, my jeans, and my blue sweater.<br>When I got them back three days later, they were all streched out. My sweater -still- isn't back to normal. Neither are my jeans.<br><br>Oh. And she broke my straightener, once again 'trying it out'.<br>Woman. <span style="font-weight:bold">Stop </span>wearing my clothes. You are <span style="font-weight:bold">not</span> sixteen. And I got these clothes with my own money. Least you could do was <br>A: ask to borrow my straightner/clothes<br>B: Take good care of my <span style="font-style:italic">brand new</span> clothes.<br><br>So, instead of taking me somewhere [the mall is five minutes away, the Y is 15 minutes away], she's sitting downstairs eating candy.<br>Which really pisses me off. I have barely touched my Halloween candy. I gave most of it away. And, I at least want to stay active and shop around. It's pouring out. It's not raining that hard right now. Just get off your ass and do something. We need more milk in the house, ect ect. But you've been sitting there since you got home, ranting about your teacher to your friends on your cellphone. By the way, we're sharing those minutes you're using. Ohh, and did I mention we have a house phone?<br><br>I know that sounds rude of me, but I'm sick of the way this is going on. I need to do something, or I'm going to literally -snap-.<br><br>[/random vent]</span> "I am carrying all my hatred and contempt for power, its laws, its authority, its society, and I have no room for guilt or fear of punishment."-Diego Rios
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