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My terrible irritable mood
Saturday, Jul. 27, 2002 13:48

I can't even stay out of my own way right now. I have run into things all over my house. I managed to spill soup all over the place, in trying to heat it up for lunch.

I'm very very angry.

This anger most likely comes from the fact that I haven't gotten nearly enough sleep lately. Despite being exhausted last night, I couldn't just pass out the way I wanted to. It took me a really long time to fall asleep, I was cold, I kept waking up. Uff. And then, of course, I became quite angry when I was awakened early by my dad. At first I could hear my parents trying to be quiet, and then they didn't bother anymore. They were loud, and talkative. I wasn't that angry about, considering it was already 10 when I got up, but looking back from the mood I've since drifted into, it sounds like a good thing to complain about.

Yeah, I'm wicked tired.

Then I get home, and there's nobody here. *sigh of relief* BUT when they do come home, my dad starts right in on me. arg. He starts acting like he knows everything, and then when I get off the phone for a second, he gets on the internet. Yeah, thanks Dad. Not like I was waiting for a phone call or anything.

PLUS, when I got home, there were ten messages on the answering machine. Nine of them were dead silence. This pisses me off because of the fact that all this week I was woken up by people calling and hanging up. Somebody is getting a kick out of pranking us, and I'm getting rather sick of it. I reeally hope it's not somebody I know because if it is, yikes.

So, then my mom gets all irritating too and starts bugging me about tuition and costs and loans and...as if that isn't stressful enough! Please mom, not when I'm in a bad mood, alright?

And I got an email from beck. I didn't even read the whole thing. I'm going to need to go back to that later because right now....no. Nope. I can't even think about it. Arrrrrrrg.

Yeah, I suck.

And I'm wicked pissed at myself. I'm being highly irrational, and unappreciative, and I'm going to be screaming inside all throughout work tonight.

I'm just so burned out. This is bad.