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Yesterday sucked major a**. Just so all of you know, I don't normally cry. It takes a lot to get me to cry. Seriously. But anyways, yesterday, I was the sob queen cry . Really. Here's what happened:

I was late for school. Not a big deal I only missed early bird world history and first period Gym. Really not a big deal. So, I get there for Second period French which I have with my friends Victoria F and Eric. Now, Eric and I have a past of fighting and making up and repeating the damn process. That's just how we work and there's a long and painfull story for that too, but let's forget that.

Anyway, I get into class and I picked on Eric a little and he turns and snapps at me, "You know, I'm grieving. My step-dad just died."

Okay, slap in my face. So I start asking if he's okay and if he wants to talk about it and s**t, but all he does is yell at me.

Now, here's the thing. I understand that he's hurting because He actually liked his step dad and stuff and he needs to get it out. Understandable. I also understand that I'm the easiest target. Ever. But when he turns around one ******** second after yelling at me and talking to some blonde bimbette and flirting it up, I started to feel pretty ******** useless.

So, third period, I was in a bad mood. Lunch comes around and I'm in a bad mood still, but getting over it and all of my other friends started to scream at me about how I need to be nice to Bug (a chick I've been having problems with and was sent to the counselor over the previous day) and stop being pissed off at her. I tried to explain, but they just shouted at me even more. So, I got even more pissed off.

Math sucked.

Study Hall cheered me up. I got to just be left alone and do what I needed to do and everything. So, I felt better by 6th period. Actually, I was really happy.

Then I got home and the screaming started all over again.

So I'm waiting for my boyfriend to call me and when he does, He's happy and stuff. So, I cheer up a little and then he opens his mail and starts to rant and scream at me. Well, not at me, at the situation and he took it out on me.

So, I did what any woman in my possition would do. I yelled at him and called him a loser and that I hated him and blah blah blah.

Actually, no, mine was more embarrasing.

I started to cry. I don't even know why, I just started to cry. And then he felt bad and stuff. Then he made me feel better.

That was it. My day from hell.

Now that I've wasted your life, you can get on with it again.

Au revoir!