It's definitely not my week. ;.;

Warning: The following post contains a lot of pent-up anger and stress, therefore it is lacking of quality. Read at your own risk.


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I feel so cruddy right now. -cry-


Ever since Friday when I handed in the banner for the Deepavali celebration. *sniff*


I was so proud of my work...cutting out the letters, painting them and sprinkling glitter (even though I messed up with the glitter and my mom had to do it =P). And then when I saw the backdrop it was to be against......oh my god. Purple sari with bright golden embroidery...it was so beautiful until my horrible paper letters were pinned up against it.


Bright red, green and blue poster colour paint with 2 ringgit glitter, against that piece of art?? -faints-
So I sat there and watched the adults pin it up, trying -hard- to pretend to like it, feeling like a piece of shit for messing up the decorations.


Imagine working 4 hours without rest and then see your work practically destroying the decor. Horrible, innit?


Sadly, that Friday night, I couldn't sleep until 4 am, which sucked. Then I had to wake up at 10:30 am for my piano lesson with my super weird teacher who thinks that she's my best friend (???) and her devilish little son who loves to press the car horn following the rhythm of the piano. -_-''


*Mozart's Sonatina playing*


Lalalalala *plonk* (wrong note)..........lalalalalalala....................very nice song...


Suddenly,


PONPONPONPONPONPONPON!!!!!!!!!! (car horn if you didn't know)


*laughter from said little boy*...*honks some more*


*sigh*


I felt like walking over and dunking the little kid's head into the pond. Bleh.


As if the day didn't start off horribly enough already, I had a dental appointment immediately after my piano class. You DO know about my low tolerance level with kids, right? :o(


In the clinic, there was a young Down's Syndrome kid kicking the couch, screaming and whining at his mom. Geez, like my ears didn't need a rest after all that honking.


"Maa-aa-aa.......taknaktaknaktaknak.....*hits mother*.


Anyway, the dentist tightened my braces AGAIN and made it hurt really bad. Thanks, that did a lot to improve my mood. Grr.


Then my mom asked the dentist how long more I needed to wear my braces.


"Oh, another 6 months more I think, at the rate she's going." I SWEAR her face was completely gleeful under that accursed paper mask. The last time I asked her, she said it'd be out in FOUR BLOODY months. LIAR! I've HAD THEM ON FOR NEARLY 4 YEARS NOW, and the time I need to wear them seems to get longer and longer and longer. *complain*


Gee whiz. Starving, I went for the Deepavali dinner.


Guess what they had? Tandoori chicken, fried prawns, fried rice, some green gloop that only reminded too much about the previous posts's leeks. Yummm........^_^ *is happier already*


*Takes a cracker while waiting for dinner*


-bite-


YEOWWWWWW!!!! My teeth hurt so bad. -tries to bite again- Oh my god, I can't bite a BLOODY FISH CRACKER!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! What about the tandoori chicken??? -cry-


So I sat there all alone. Guilty, hungry, sleepy, extremely grumpy and with a toothache. No make that TEETHache.


So I tried to drown my sorrows with a cup of punch.


-holds cup while trying to find other snacks-


*BUMP*


This huge guy walked BACKWARD of all directions, and his elbow went /splat/ into my cup. And the contents of the cup splattered all over me.


All over ME, MY NEW NECKLACE that my cousin gave me, on my bag that I JUST WASHED, and on the floor. NONE on the clumsy guy AT ALL. HOW FAIR IS THAT?? Really, really pissed, I went to find my mom. She was talking to her friends.


"Hi girl." -takes in drenched appearance of her daughter- "You took a shower ah? Who gave you a shower?" -looks at Dad and friends-


Laughter, and more laughter. How nice.


Stomping away to dry off in front off this huge fan, I passed a couple of friends. This really nice 'gentleman' as he calls himself, *roll eyeball* greeted me. And bloody, I just snapped. I SNARLED at him for goodness sake, though I really hope he dismissed that.


Now, I'm SLEEPY, HUNGRY, IN PAIN, DRENCHED and feeling bloody GUILTY.


How awfully, terribly nice.


A couple of people stopped to ask me what's the matter, and I just waved them off. And when my friend wanted to start a conversation, he leant on my shoulder, I just went, "My shoulder is NOT a bloody ARM rest!" I could feel my face twisting into a snarl again. He just backed off, not a word, not even his customary "Chill, man."


Gee, I always scare the shit out of people. I wonder why. *inserts sarcasm here* I wonder if my friends even want to come see Harry Potter with me after all that. Or even talk to me, for that matter.


This sucks.


SOMEBODY COME CHEER ME UP! -cry- Pat me on the back or something. I'll even allow you to give me hug, that's just how crappy I feel.
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........Or maybe just hand me that chocolate bar.