Brandi and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

hi. I'm Brandi
... and I get really irritated really easy when I have bad days.
actually that's a lie; I get really irritated really easy when I'm crabby, which happens more often than just 'bad days'.

but today was a bad day. actually a very bad day. (see title)
And since it was a very bad day, I got really irritated a lot. For example today I got really irritated/upset when;

-I got into an argument with both my mom AND step mom about money (actually this is what started the bad day, it's so awesome being poor)

-I didn't get a scholarship I really could have used for traveling abroad

-I was really stupid last night and forgot to put my car back and got a ticket this morning

-realized again how poor I was

-went to Whoa! practice and totally guessed that I was going to be cast as an 'emo' in the beginning of the show, being high school themed, after said person already cast me as a 'goth; in something else.
CAN PEOPLE JUST GET OVER THE FACT THAT MY HAIR IS RED AND I HAVE FACIAL PIERCINGS!? THIS ISN'T JUNIOR HIGH. GET OVER IT.

-I came back from Whoa! and my roommate was already asleep but didn't tell me or try and leave a light on so then I felt really bad for opening the door/talking on the phone loudly. I really wish she would have text me and let me know that she was going to bed. I don't think it's really that difficult.

These are just the ones I can remember as of now. Really I'm just done with school and I think this birth control is still making my emotions wonky. I'm super sick of almost everyone here. I really just want to be at home. But not really at home, because I don't want to deal with my mom. But like in my own space. Far away from everyone else. Also, being really irritated makes me want to cry which is the worst thing for me.

I think that's it. I'm going to go do my homework. Yes at 1130.

what if I can't forget you?

Sometimes I forget that during the week I should actually have time to breathe. Or do anything else but read/dance/do RA things.

In the past week all I've really accomplished is sleep deprivation and two knees full of bruises (along with two elbows). I miss my dog. And my kitty. But like I really miss my dog. And my mom. Just being home in general. Oh spring term, I was not cut out for you.

so...

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FUCK YOU.

Childish and immature?
Without a doubt.

Fair?
Not at all.

Do I care?
Not one bit. I'm allowed to feel however I want.

So there.

as if being the end of spring break wasn't bad enough.

So what was supposed to be one of the best days of my spring break, was the worst. And it's the end. I have to be back to Carleton by noon tomorrow, wahhhh.

The day was supposed to be filled with some catching up with friends and good byes. THEN I was supposed to go to this amazing concert with Joey. Now, the tickets were a birthday present. It also started this HUGE fight between Konrad and I because Joey is my ex-boyfriend. So after such a long fight, this concert was supposed to be one of the best I've ever been to. There were four bands, two I didn't like/want to see (but it was cool because they were the 'openers'), then the last band, the headliner, was one neither Joey nor I super cared for, but the third band was... going to be UNBELIEVABLE. A band that both Joey and I were like screaming fan girls for.

I've already told the story to like five different people, but basically for some stupid reason the band we wanted to see, who was supposed to play third.. PLAYED FIRST. WHILE WE WERE IN LINE. IN THE COLD. BECAUSE WE WERE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN 'ALL AGES' LINE FOR OVER AN HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES.

Also, because I'm fucking FIVE FOOT TWO everyone else is at least four inches taller and I can't breathe. Plus I hate people and being that close to so many people, ESPECIALLY during bands I REALLY REALLY don't want to see. I hate all ages shows. The first 20 minutes there was this obese fifteen year old jumping basically on me. I had to restrain myself from punching him in the face.  

Then it took us forever to find my car. And it's close to that great time of the month and I hate when plans I'm excited for go wrong and it sucked and I almost cried. It was awful.

And I could have gotten a picture with the lead singer of the band I wanted to see but he just looked un-enthused  and like he hated life. I don't know, I didn't want to get a picture with someone who was just like "mehh". Whatever. Maybe there will be a next time.

OH AND THEN.
I was getting out of my car when I got home and my coat was in the back seat. So I pulled it forward with me, well the arm got caught on my arm rest and when I pulled almost all of the buttons that connect the hood to the jacket flew off and are now scattered in the street. Awesome.

Now I need to shower off other people's sweat. And eat something. Maybe watch Chuck, cheer up.

Half of my heart.

Spring break is meant to be enjoyed. And now that I spent my, hopefully (read: pleasepleaseplease God) last day in red & khaki (forever, suck it Target) I can get back to my enjoyment. Which includes a lot, I mean really a loooooootttt, of trash tv, and pretending that Carleton doesn't exist. While my boyfriend tries to spend every free waking (and nonwaking moment) with me.

Although mother nature is trying to bring me down (seriously, fuck you Minnesota), the calendar says it's spring + it's my last week of spring break= IT'S SPRING. seriously. It has to be. Please?!

so me/my life right now broken down:

food: ice cream, craisins, ice cubes, cereal
shows: CHUCK, intervention, teen mom 2, sister wives, law and order svu (not suv), NCIS, house.
books: why read all my new books when I have harry potter?
songs:  old r&b, black&gold

also these guilty pleasures.

Also, I hate people. This is what I've learned from Target. But that's okay who needs people when I have my dog/kitten/bunny.

BOY, YOU'RE AN ALIEN.