Today was not so great. It's just been one thing after another ever since I got up. It all started this morning when I was feeding my cats. My grown cat was eating on the screened-in porch, and my little backyard kittens were, of course, outside. When I opened the door to bring them their food, one decided it was curious about indoor life and ran past me through the door. My grown cat is NOT a fan of baby kittens. I tried to catch my kitten, but it was too fast. Then I saw my cat sniffing it. I figured he'd probably attack it, so I grabbed him and... tossed him onto the nearest chair... I didn't mean to throw him, and he didn't get hurt since it was only a couple feet away, but I was in a hurry, and I didn't want him to hurt the kitten. I felt really bad about it. I hope he's not still mad at me. :'( He doesn't seem to be, but I still feel terrible!
Then, I drove to school. Usually my dad comes by my house to get my sister and me and we go in his truck, but today his truck was in the shop, so we went in my car. When I got to school, my trunk wouldn't open, but eventually we fixed it. We had to hurry since my dad would be late for work. (Hehe, he had to drive a girly car to his workplace full of macho dudes! They made fun of him the first time, but he now has photographic evidence that the car does, in fact, belong to his teenage daughter.) Due to being in a rush, I left my stuff in the car. Upon realizing this, I freaked out and ran to the elementary school to find my sister. I asked her if I had left anything. She said yes. I asked her if she maybe had taken it to the office or something. She said no. :| So I had to use their phone to call my dad to bring me my stuff. It didn't make him late since he had just literally left the parking lot.
French Class Girl was really upset today, so she didn't really do much. Some guy apparently keeps calling her ugly and will not stop. I don't like this. Sure, I always call her ugly, but it's different! There's a huge difference between me and/or my friends calling her ugly and weird and some random asshole calling her ugly and weird! It's just shitty when he does it. I saw him later and had this overwhelming urge to just... kick his ass. I didn't, seeing as how he is a football player while I am a fifteen-year-old girl with no muscle mass, but I sure felt like it. No, she's not that pretty, but she's not the ugliest person ever, and seriously, what the hell? I can't really judge guys' looks the way someone who's interested in them can, but even I can see that he's not looking so good himself.
My mom was yelling at my sister for leaving trash in the floor and then yelled at me for no reason, so I asked her to stop. I do not tolerate yelling. Never have. The way I see it, if you can't communicate your point in a civilized manner, you probably don't have a point worth listening to. I said, "Please can you not yell? It's really loud and unnecessary..." She freaked out and yelled more because I "disrespected her authority."
I have lived fifteen, almost sixteen, years in fear of her. This year I have come to realize that she is merely a sad woman who has wasted almost half her life in a place she can't stand. She is not the goddess she sees herself as. She is just a sad woman and nothing more, and sometimes--most of the time, even--she acts like a big baby, leaving me in the "adult" position. For example, she has no job and is not looking for one, but she still likes to go out to eat often and buy things. I don't have a job either, but I do have some money from my grandma, and I have had to pay for my mom's stuff. $50 in just a few days. And guess who she made pay me that $50 back? My dad! Her ex-husband! What the hell?
Anyway, I digress. I was done. I went to find her. I said, "I don't yell at you, so why would you yell at me, especially when I haven't even done anything? I didn't say anything disrespectful. I just told you that I, as a human being, do not appreciate being yelled and having orders practically barked at me at like I'm some kind of scum." She honestly could not find anything wrong with this statement and said okay. I doubt she even remembers it next time she feels like screaming, but oh well. Oh, she just apologized. Okay.
Now I don't even want to do anything except be lazy and stay under my blankets, but I have to shower and do my algebra homework. Ewww. Do not want.