I hate Tuesdays.
First, I have a huge bruise on the inside of one knee.
A slightly smaller bruise on the inside of the other.
Another huge bruise on my right arm,
along with one smaller one.
So that kinda made my day bad.
Then, after a long, painful day,
on the bus ride...
This guy that everyone
(and I mean everyone)
hates ended up figuring out who I liked,
who is this guy that rides my bus...
And lives in my basement.
It's a long story,
but basically his dad is a long-time family friend
and they aren't allowed near their house,
so they're living with us.
We rode home,
and the whole ride we fought.
When we got to my stop,
my mom picked us up and drove us to Dollar General.
Meanwhile,
he scratched my legs up with his Sin City freak nails.
He kept bullying me.
By the time I got home,
I was in tears.
He was so, so mean.
Then my friend's mom the cosmetic came over
and cut my hair.
A bit too short.
Grr.
That kind of upset me,
especially since I had a bad day already.
Then everyone started teasing me about it.
Yeah, I cried.
Call me a baby.
But after that,
his dad was putting pictures that he had taken with
the dude's iPod on FB,
and apparently found a bad pic on there,
because he goes,
"ARE YOU A VIRGIN!?!?!"
So now I'm doubting everything.
I hate Tuesdays.
BeYondLyes