Greetings.
Okay. I told you all about how Kenny told Joseph and how Joseph KNOWS and how everything, all my courage and my plans and my dreams and hopes and fears and and and - (slaps self) Thank you, I needed that - were absolutely RUINED???????
HE LIED TO ME.
That's right. I considered him a brother (we even had this society called the VS and I was second-in-command and he was the leader. But it was more like a family deal so he was the big brother and I the little sister even though I am older than him by a few months.) and he BETRAYED ME. And he can't even tell me WHY he did it. He keeps telling me THE BOSS made him do it. Why? Why did her hurt me? I tell everyone, the one thing that I cannot and WILL NOT stand for is LYING. Disloyalty and cheating are up there too, especially or my boyfriends and the boyfriends of my sisters, which Stan did to Bennie, but I will get into that tomorrow so that I can vent vehemently, but lying... why do it? All I ever did was support Kenny. And he lied? I suffered for over a month because he lied to me?
You know how I found out? I asked Joseph to recall the conversation he had with Kenny. He said he couldn't. I asked him if he was sure. He said he was. I told him to swear on his mother's life. He did. And it got me thinking: Joseph doesn't lie and I THINK that, even though he's sometimes a numbskull when it comes to remembering things, he would remember this. So I confronted Kenny about it. And he ADMITTED TO LYING TO ME. I could have killed him. I would have if I hadn't been talking to him on FACEBOOK at the time.
Oh I am so ANGRY. And hurt... What did I do to deserve it? What happened? WHY DID SOMEONE, ESPECIALLY KENNY, DO THIS TO ME?????????? Everyone thinks they can push me around because I'm fat. NEWS FLASH: I HAVE FEELINGS TOO. Lie to me and I hurt. Don't most people?
Hugz
HM
Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
My Hair, My Way
Greetings.
Well, as you all should know I am the Queen of Hearts in ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Yay. And as a Heart, I think that red goes with it. Am I right? Well, to go with the character, I wanted to dye my outer layers of hair red. I always wanted red hair or black hair. But now Bev is saying I should leave my hair alone. She says my skin is too dark for blonde, too light for black, and I look stupid with red. SHE DYES HER HAIR ONCE A MONTH AND IT'S NOT EVEN HER NATURAL COLOR TO KEEP THE GRAY OUT AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN EXPERIMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish she would leave my head alone. It's my head. She says she doesn't care but she says it with more baloney than the meat aisle of an Albertson's.
I hate my natural hair color. It's the most mundane, dull, drab, crappy color. It looks like fresh mud after the rain. Not smooth, like a Hershey bar, but like mud. Filthy mud. So ever since seventh grade, I have gotten highlights about once every three months. EVERYONE has loved my hair, be it blonde highlighted or red highlights. But apparently Bev always thought I looked stupid and DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING UNTIL ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did it ever cross her mind that maybe I WOULD LIKE TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I LOOK STUPID!!! And whenever she said my hair looked fabulous she was LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have told everyone I have ever met: I DO NOT CONDONE LYING. And omission (leaving stuff out on purpose) is a very sneaky form of lying.
The MINUTE I leave for college I am dying my hair black and cutting it chin length JUST to spite BOTH of my parents (Dad doesn't like may hair short whereas I like it when it's short).
Hugz
HM
Well, as you all should know I am the Queen of Hearts in ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Yay. And as a Heart, I think that red goes with it. Am I right? Well, to go with the character, I wanted to dye my outer layers of hair red. I always wanted red hair or black hair. But now Bev is saying I should leave my hair alone. She says my skin is too dark for blonde, too light for black, and I look stupid with red. SHE DYES HER HAIR ONCE A MONTH AND IT'S NOT EVEN HER NATURAL COLOR TO KEEP THE GRAY OUT AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN EXPERIMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish she would leave my head alone. It's my head. She says she doesn't care but she says it with more baloney than the meat aisle of an Albertson's.
I hate my natural hair color. It's the most mundane, dull, drab, crappy color. It looks like fresh mud after the rain. Not smooth, like a Hershey bar, but like mud. Filthy mud. So ever since seventh grade, I have gotten highlights about once every three months. EVERYONE has loved my hair, be it blonde highlighted or red highlights. But apparently Bev always thought I looked stupid and DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING UNTIL ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did it ever cross her mind that maybe I WOULD LIKE TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I LOOK STUPID!!! And whenever she said my hair looked fabulous she was LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have told everyone I have ever met: I DO NOT CONDONE LYING. And omission (leaving stuff out on purpose) is a very sneaky form of lying.
The MINUTE I leave for college I am dying my hair black and cutting it chin length JUST to spite BOTH of my parents (Dad doesn't like may hair short whereas I like it when it's short).
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I Hate Automobiles
Greetings.
As you may be able to tell from the title of this post, this will be a griping post. A few months ago, as I was backing up (not my idea) in Kermit (a truck handed down from my dad) through the gate (not my idea) into a TINY "truck house" (translation: a freaking tent that my dictator dad makes me park Kermit in because he's too lazy to clear out the other side of the garage... WE HAVE A THREE CAR GARAGE AND A WHOLE CAR SPACE IS COVERED IN USELESS CRAP!!!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T THAT GO IN THE TRUCK HOUSE?????? THEN WE COULD CALL IT A CRAP HOUSE AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!) and park it there. Well, as I was backing up in a truck that has NO visibility WHATsoever, I ran into and completely decimated the gate.
Now Dad, when I told him about this, said that it would be about $500 to fix. An amazing amount for a 16-year-old who had her 80% of her life savings ($2000 from five summers working at a summer camp and odds and ends here and there and my dad took $1632 of it!) taken away for insurance that HE used to pay all by himself while he was driving the FRICKING CAR and now I have to pay $500? "Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I am getting $200 for stage managing GODSPELL. I can do this." Then I crash into this girl Sharon from my school. I hit her right rear quarter panel. Which should have cost only $500 to repair. Turns out, IT'S THREE TIMES THAT AMOUNT!!!!!!!!!! And now, Dad says that my gate is NOT going to cost $500 but $1100!!!!!!!!! My insurance is skyrocketing, people are lying about estimates left and right, and I cannot find a job anywhere! AND DAD DOESN'T SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! HE THINKS A JOB IS JUST GOING TO COME TO ME IN THIS ECONOMY EVEN IF I DO GO OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND POUND ON EVERY DOOR! I AM FRICKING SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE HIRES US ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE USED TO PAY FOR THIS FRICKING INSURANCE ALL BY HIMSELF WHY DO I HAVE TO I'M A MINOR!!!!!!!!!! HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR ME UNTIL I'M EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT MEANS INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO going to cry now... All my excitement from kissing Joseph yesterday is GONE. (Okay, not totally gone. I still wanna kiss him again.)
Hugz
HM
As you may be able to tell from the title of this post, this will be a griping post. A few months ago, as I was backing up (not my idea) in Kermit (a truck handed down from my dad) through the gate (not my idea) into a TINY "truck house" (translation: a freaking tent that my dictator dad makes me park Kermit in because he's too lazy to clear out the other side of the garage... WE HAVE A THREE CAR GARAGE AND A WHOLE CAR SPACE IS COVERED IN USELESS CRAP!!!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T THAT GO IN THE TRUCK HOUSE?????? THEN WE COULD CALL IT A CRAP HOUSE AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!) and park it there. Well, as I was backing up in a truck that has NO visibility WHATsoever, I ran into and completely decimated the gate.
Now Dad, when I told him about this, said that it would be about $500 to fix. An amazing amount for a 16-year-old who had her 80% of her life savings ($2000 from five summers working at a summer camp and odds and ends here and there and my dad took $1632 of it!) taken away for insurance that HE used to pay all by himself while he was driving the FRICKING CAR and now I have to pay $500? "Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I am getting $200 for stage managing GODSPELL. I can do this." Then I crash into this girl Sharon from my school. I hit her right rear quarter panel. Which should have cost only $500 to repair. Turns out, IT'S THREE TIMES THAT AMOUNT!!!!!!!!!! And now, Dad says that my gate is NOT going to cost $500 but $1100!!!!!!!!! My insurance is skyrocketing, people are lying about estimates left and right, and I cannot find a job anywhere! AND DAD DOESN'T SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! HE THINKS A JOB IS JUST GOING TO COME TO ME IN THIS ECONOMY EVEN IF I DO GO OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND POUND ON EVERY DOOR! I AM FRICKING SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE HIRES US ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE USED TO PAY FOR THIS FRICKING INSURANCE ALL BY HIMSELF WHY DO I HAVE TO I'M A MINOR!!!!!!!!!! HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR ME UNTIL I'M EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT MEANS INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO going to cry now... All my excitement from kissing Joseph yesterday is GONE. (Okay, not totally gone. I still wanna kiss him again.)
Hugz
HM
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