Nothing is definite.

Nothing is Definite

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sweatpantstime:

I’m turning down potentially fun plans because I already took my bra off for the night and don’t want to put it back on. Me in a nutshell.

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Rant about Being Home.

Dad:  ”I’d like you to be up at a reasonable time tomorrow just in case.  You got up at 11:30 today.”

Me:  ”…In case of what?!!!  I’ve been up at 8am all week for finals and I’ll be up at 5:30 all summer for work.  This is my only week of vacation.”

Dad:  *shocked*  ”You’ve been up at 8am?”

Wtf do you think I’ve been doing at college twiddling my fucking thumbs?  I have a schedule to follow one of them being an 8am class T-Thu.  that I got up at 7:15 for all semester.  I had finals to study for all week so I got up early to cram.

This is a minor thing to be frustrated about but it’s the little things my Dad bitches and tells me that add up and make me want to explode.  Can I have one fucking week of sleep?  Seriously.  That’s all I’m asking.  It’s not as if I haven’t been helping out around the house since I got home and that’s saying more than what my brother has done and he’s been home 24/7, graduated since December.

Filed under RAWWRRR. I hate being home.