i am super pissed because i am not getting what i want.
tuesday was my birthday, and i turned 19. hip hip hooray! wrong. i had the worst birthday imaginable. here is what went down.
i went to work, not regular work, where i at least have people to talk to, and socialize and not to crazy with, but i was sent to one of our smaller locations, alone, to water some $80,000 trees for eight hours. yah, that was super fucking fun.
then i was driven home by a stranger because my aunts were going to a concert. (thats fine, i told them too, and that i didnt want to go. also my aunt is wonderful and got me a birthday cookie the size of a pizza.)
i went to the LCBO to buy some whiskey and the goddam clerk didn't ID me, that bastard. so awesome, even the guy at the liquor store doesn't even say happy birthday. and i picked up some pizza and wings, one of which gave me food poisoning.
so im stuck in bed and hunched over the toilet for two days, which brings us here, to today.
i was supposed to be going camping with my family and bestest friend in the whole wide world this weekend. well apparently its supposed to rain so my mom cancelled our trip. fine sure, its not like i love camping or anything. but its cool, we can hang out on the deck and drink the tequila that has been sitting in the liquor cabinet taunting me for a year and a half.
oh wait no, we are now inviting my cancer-ridden grandmother who whines nearly continuously, and has a real knack for making everyone feel like shit.
so now im sleeping in the trailer with my mom and dad to make room for her and my aunt in our house anyways, good thing we didn't go fucking camping.
