Happy cat has temporarily run out of happy.

I guess there is a limit on how long a person can be happy for, because mine came to a stop today, which is a bummer. More than that. More than anything i would like to repetitively hit my head against the table or wall. But that would cause noise and the distress of my already psycho worried family.
I woke up this morning KNOWING that things would not go as planned, thats one of the scariest feelings in the world. The whole weekend has been a bit scetched out for me. I've been really quiet and shy for reasons i wish i knew, it came to realization when i was sitting in a friends hot tub last night. My concious suddenly asked myself "why the hell aren't you talking?" It was almost as if i was scared, grade 9 all over again.



Anyway, my alarm didn't go off in the morning, even thought i checked twoce just to make sure that it would get me up. Nope. I woke up to my mom bouncing on the end of my bed hitting me with a pillow which REALLY isn't as ammusing as it sounds. She asked me about the writing on my arms telling me jokatively that i would get ink poisoning. I thought she was serious so i freaked out about 15 seconds into my day. A lovely start.
So she decided to be nice to me and drive me to school. Okay, that isn't so bad, i appreciate a ride to school every now and then. She decided to update me on what was going on in the family since i am apparantly never around to experience the "family love" which we both know is a big joke. Apparantly in the last day or so my mother decided to tell my brother about her newest love interest. (the guy she likes asked for her phone number a week ago, i'm a bit thrilled. He has a yellow car.)
My brother proceeded to tell my Dad's parents, since my brother is terrible at keeping secrets. And since my Dad's parents are absolutely crazy they squeezed every bit of information out of my brother as humanly possiblr. So my Nana proceeded to call my poor grandmother as soon as she had heard the story she had forced my brother to tell and cried to my grandmother about how my mother was putting us all in danger and how becuase of this i was not happy. Which ias untrue. I have unhappy moments but i am quite fine. I just really dont like dinner conversations with my dad's parents about people getting there arms stuck in meat grinders and how to properly kill a mink. So i'm apparanly going over mthere for dinner tonight, probably getting questioned about my sanity and my relationship status. Hurray. *rolls eyes*
So i managed to get through my block two and halfway through block three. At this point i was working on a group project listening to music and trying VERY hard not to spazz at the person next to me. I managed to finish three biographys, a copyright page, and writing pages, so about 6 pages in total of work. One of my friends is freaking out about this project and askes me right when the bell goes when i'm about to leave for home trying not to act psycho crazy if i can finish her page. I flipped again. Yay. Bad idea. Dont ever do that. I ended up with the person that was driving me insane trying to get them to do their work watching as by bus pulled out from the bus stop not even 20 meters from where i was. Half an hour later i told him to leave me be and i would get his work done. And i did. And left the school wanting to rant my whole day out on paper which is basically what i've done. Its almost like therapy for me, i feel so much better. Anyway, that was my day.
Peace <3