The limo for prom is going to cost us one thousand dollars. That’s with the tip included.
Each person is being asked to pay 40. I have already paid and Matt paid half. There are 30 people going in this limo. The limo will drive us to prom. Pick us up, and drive us to a hotel downtown.
Hooooooooooooooooooold on. A thousand dollars. 30 people. Each paying $40. Wait.
A thousand divided by 30 people is only $33.33 dollars. Let’s round that up to 34.
$34 dollars x 30 people = 1020 … WOW already a $20 profit.
But wait, we are being asked to pay 40. Hm…. 40 – 34 = 6
$6 “extra” dollars x 30 people = $180 profit.
So let’s add the profits… $20 + $180 = $200.
They are making a 200 dollar profit off us? Hm. This money better go to paying the hotel as well! Too bad that whenever any of us try to ask what is going on with our money, the people handling it brush off out comments. Hmm..
UPDATE: The girl who was supposed to book the hotel just quit. Which means we have no hotel.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Prom Committee
Oh my God. Unbelievable!
Two of my friends and myself have been doing practically all the leg work for the prom committee at my school. I have sat there at every bake-sale, sold popcorn every single lunch for weeks and organized whole fundraisers that were then shut down by the moderators.
And they have the balls to call us ungrateful?
We were supposed to have a prom committee meeting at lunch today. So instead of singing happy birthday to my friend, up we trekked to see what this was all about. We sat there while we were lectured for about… oh… the whole lunch period!
I am really proud of my two friends though.. Usually they just sit there and let me do all the talking but this time they took the initiative to speak out first. I was the last to defend ourselves. I said all we wanted in this dam committee was to be informed of what was happening. To be listened to. The moderators tore us down, saying how they focus 80% of their time on prom stuff and 20% on school. That we should stop complaining. That we should defend prom committee and if we wanted to step down, we could. I think that’s what she wants.
I say fuck no. She’s getting tired of my face and what I have to say? Good, because she is going to be listening to me for the next month and a half. If this prom sucks, I know it won’t be me who screwed up, or even whos’ ideas sucked. They said that we had to ask questions to be informed and that they get final say in everything. Because at my school, only teachers get a voice.
And they made that pretty clear
Two of my friends and myself have been doing practically all the leg work for the prom committee at my school. I have sat there at every bake-sale, sold popcorn every single lunch for weeks and organized whole fundraisers that were then shut down by the moderators.
And they have the balls to call us ungrateful?
We were supposed to have a prom committee meeting at lunch today. So instead of singing happy birthday to my friend, up we trekked to see what this was all about. We sat there while we were lectured for about… oh… the whole lunch period!
I am really proud of my two friends though.. Usually they just sit there and let me do all the talking but this time they took the initiative to speak out first. I was the last to defend ourselves. I said all we wanted in this dam committee was to be informed of what was happening. To be listened to. The moderators tore us down, saying how they focus 80% of their time on prom stuff and 20% on school. That we should stop complaining. That we should defend prom committee and if we wanted to step down, we could. I think that’s what she wants.
I say fuck no. She’s getting tired of my face and what I have to say? Good, because she is going to be listening to me for the next month and a half. If this prom sucks, I know it won’t be me who screwed up, or even whos’ ideas sucked. They said that we had to ask questions to be informed and that they get final say in everything. Because at my school, only teachers get a voice.
And they made that pretty clear
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Ex
We were cleaning up his room when he pointed out a shirt his ex girlfriend got him.
Wait, you still have that?
He had made a HUGE deal about me keeping stuff my ex gave me so I had thrown it out. He hadn't. Slut!
I had to make a huge deal about it too.
But he got rid of the shirts and the postcards and the pictures <3
Wait, you still have that?
He had made a HUGE deal about me keeping stuff my ex gave me so I had thrown it out. He hadn't. Slut!
I had to make a huge deal about it too.
But he got rid of the shirts and the postcards and the pictures <3
I've deactivated my facebook account. I don't feel safe having one.
I wonder how I will tell my friend that I'm not going to her birthday party...
UPDATE: I reactivated my Facebook! Only to find like a billion notifications on my pictures. God
I wonder how I will tell my friend that I'm not going to her birthday party...
UPDATE: I reactivated my Facebook! Only to find like a billion notifications on my pictures. God
Drinking
After the fiasco with my brother, I went over to Matt's house. I didn't even go to school.
I have been overly emotional lately, so many things happening in my life.
So at some party yesterday, it started off with try this drink.... or with do you want a glass of this....
It was making me lightheaded and walk a bit weird. I was hoping his parents hadn't noticed.
I walked upstairs for cake, went back downstairs and ate it. Not soon after I got up and threw up.
I went back to the couch and Matt asked if I was okay. I said no.
Five minutes later I got up to throw up some more. Gross. Then Matt unlocked the washroom door and asked me if I needed anything. He kid of touched my shoulder and flushed the toilet. Then I just lied on the floor. And he tried to get me to stand but I just went back to the toilet and told him to get out so I would be less embarrassed. I think it was very sweet for him to check up on me.
I finally left the washroom when his dad said he needed to use it. I returned like two minutes after he left.
Sigh. Then I just fell asleep. People came to say bye but I was asleep. Matt woke me up hours later.
At one in the morning. He drove me home and made sure I drank tons of water.
Which is why my head isn't pounding right now.
I have been overly emotional lately, so many things happening in my life.
So at some party yesterday, it started off with try this drink.... or with do you want a glass of this....
It was making me lightheaded and walk a bit weird. I was hoping his parents hadn't noticed.
I walked upstairs for cake, went back downstairs and ate it. Not soon after I got up and threw up.
I went back to the couch and Matt asked if I was okay. I said no.
Five minutes later I got up to throw up some more. Gross. Then Matt unlocked the washroom door and asked me if I needed anything. He kid of touched my shoulder and flushed the toilet. Then I just lied on the floor. And he tried to get me to stand but I just went back to the toilet and told him to get out so I would be less embarrassed. I think it was very sweet for him to check up on me.
I finally left the washroom when his dad said he needed to use it. I returned like two minutes after he left.
Sigh. Then I just fell asleep. People came to say bye but I was asleep. Matt woke me up hours later.
At one in the morning. He drove me home and made sure I drank tons of water.
Which is why my head isn't pounding right now.
Phone Calls
Life is tough. Yesterday morning I woke up beside the phone, which my brother then asked for.
I asked him what he needed it for and he said it was none of my business while he grabbed at me.
I turned over with the phone and told him he could have it when he apologized to me.
He didn't; instead he grabbed the base and screamed that if he couldn't use the phone then no one could.
He started hitting it against the wall when I went to sit beside him, asking him to give me the phone base. I grabbed it from him and he started kicking me so I grabbed something beside his bad and I hit him with it, which made him stop kicking me. I started to walk away and he threw his pillows at me, grabbed all the sheets from my bed, pulled them, screamed I was a bitch, etc etc.
My mom said it was my fault for asking why he needed the phone.
I asked him what he needed it for and he said it was none of my business while he grabbed at me.
I turned over with the phone and told him he could have it when he apologized to me.
He didn't; instead he grabbed the base and screamed that if he couldn't use the phone then no one could.
He started hitting it against the wall when I went to sit beside him, asking him to give me the phone base. I grabbed it from him and he started kicking me so I grabbed something beside his bad and I hit him with it, which made him stop kicking me. I started to walk away and he threw his pillows at me, grabbed all the sheets from my bed, pulled them, screamed I was a bitch, etc etc.
My mom said it was my fault for asking why he needed the phone.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
First Dates.
Today was the first day that Matt took me out. A year ago; our first date!
A couple of days before he had told me that he pranked called his ex with Dave.
I still wasn't sure he liked me.
So when he called me asking where I lived I asked who was calling and he replied....
"Jesus" and asked me where I live again.
Matt had already dropped me off tons on times. So I said something like "Matt would know were I live" and "this is a stupid joke." Yes. I had thought he was prank calling me.
Turns out I was wrong. Oops. Way to start our first date.
Then we went to Tim Hortons (yay. Cheap coffee!) and he told me his ENTIRE medical history. I barely talked.
He did it in case I would be interested in running away.
Most Memorable Quote of that day; "You see this thing, my urine was this color!"
... thanks for the info, sweetie. When's the next date?
A couple of days before he had told me that he pranked called his ex with Dave.
I still wasn't sure he liked me.
So when he called me asking where I lived I asked who was calling and he replied....
"Jesus" and asked me where I live again.
Matt had already dropped me off tons on times. So I said something like "Matt would know were I live" and "this is a stupid joke." Yes. I had thought he was prank calling me.
Turns out I was wrong. Oops. Way to start our first date.
Then we went to Tim Hortons (yay. Cheap coffee!) and he told me his ENTIRE medical history. I barely talked.
He did it in case I would be interested in running away.
Most Memorable Quote of that day; "You see this thing, my urine was this color!"
... thanks for the info, sweetie. When's the next date?
Stress
I am so STRESSED right now. Too many changes too fast.
Plus my bladder is about to explode. I swear I am getting issues, my stomach hurts all the time now.
Well, last night and today. But still!
And I am seeing Matt, which should take my mind off things. He might even pick me up after school so I don't have to walk in the rain. Isn't he just a darling? That's how you know he loves me.
Matt, I hope this has convinced you to pick me up ;)
Anyways. I saw him yesterday. We drove around in his car and he was checking my knee to see if it was in pain. Which it was. Sad Face. I have seen him everyday this month except for one.
Plus my bladder is about to explode. I swear I am getting issues, my stomach hurts all the time now.
Well, last night and today. But still!
And I am seeing Matt, which should take my mind off things. He might even pick me up after school so I don't have to walk in the rain. Isn't he just a darling? That's how you know he loves me.
Matt, I hope this has convinced you to pick me up ;)
Anyways. I saw him yesterday. We drove around in his car and he was checking my knee to see if it was in pain. Which it was. Sad Face. I have seen him everyday this month except for one.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Irish Proverb
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Break
We stayed home and sleeped all day.
Then we watched some movies in shorts...
We discussed taking a relationship break and what that could do.
Decided against it.
He practically attacked me for spending mother's day at home today.
Then we watched some movies in shorts...
We discussed taking a relationship break and what that could do.
Decided against it.
He practically attacked me for spending mother's day at home today.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Un Ano
Ahaha. If you read that in Spanish it says an anus.
Because it doesn't have the squiggly thing on top of the n. Which would make it say one year.
My one year with Matthew is fast approaching. It is also his twentieth birthday. Two decades.
Well, I have finally decided what to make him for our one year. We are supposed to make each other something and I guess I shall take him out for his birthday.
Yay, it's perfect! I'm so excited to see what he is planning on making me.
I made him this huge card for valentines day. with cut out hearts and magazine cuttings in order to make words. Sooo much effort. I hope what I do this time tops that!
Because it doesn't have the squiggly thing on top of the n. Which would make it say one year.
My one year with Matthew is fast approaching. It is also his twentieth birthday. Two decades.
Well, I have finally decided what to make him for our one year. We are supposed to make each other something and I guess I shall take him out for his birthday.
Yay, it's perfect! I'm so excited to see what he is planning on making me.
I made him this huge card for valentines day. with cut out hearts and magazine cuttings in order to make words. Sooo much effort. I hope what I do this time tops that!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
It's gone
She deleted the blog she had created where she was posting everything her and her boyfriend were going to do sexually.
At two months in. A bath and a shower... gross.
Anyways, I hope she doesn't try to deny it now. She went online to delete the blog but she didn't answer my post on her Facebook wall.
Oh well.
At two months in. A bath and a shower... gross.
Anyways, I hope she doesn't try to deny it now. She went online to delete the blog but she didn't answer my post on her Facebook wall.
Oh well.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
LIAR LIAR LIAR
OMFG. I hate being lied to!
Specially by people who are supposed to be friends.
GRRRR WTF. I keep giving this girl so many chances that she probably doesn't deserve.
I was her friend after she cut me off for a month for dating Matt.
I was her friend after she took my job.
I was her friend when all her other friends were saying how annyoying she is and how cocky she has gotten since she got my job and how she's such a bitch for taking it.
I was her friend when other people were making fun of her to her face without her realizing it.
I was her friend when our coworkers made fun of her and asked why I was the one that had to go.
I was her friend when her boyfriend had no idea what to get her for her birthday.
I was her friend when she lectured me for making a joke with him, calling him a "fail boyfriend" for not knowing what her favorite flowers are.
I was her friend when she lied to me last night. She's practically jumping into this guys pants. Whom she has only been dating for two months and believes he loves her. I don't have the heart to tell her it doesn't happen that fast. People don't fall in TRUE love like that.
Wow I can't believe she lied to me. It's about something so trivial too, some blog she has with her boyfriend and she even made fake names so that people wouldn't know its her.
So I wouldn't know...
Okay "Melody" take all the privacy you need. You can touch "Shawn's" penis as often as you want. Just don't fucking lie to me.
"Who needs buttons? well ill tell you who doesnt; Shawn [don't you mean BLAKE?]. Like my usual tease self I started unbuttoning Shawns [BLAKE'S] pants(instant turn on) but wouldnt do anything else(even bigger turn on). yet sometimes i would give in but never all the way and touch him through his boxers(his face is soo funny, along with his swearing but i love it:P) and he loves it more when i touch everything around it soo fun for me aswell. so teasing plus he enjoys it best of both worlds? i think soo:P"
Specially by people who are supposed to be friends.
GRRRR WTF. I keep giving this girl so many chances that she probably doesn't deserve.
I was her friend after she cut me off for a month for dating Matt.
I was her friend after she took my job.
I was her friend when all her other friends were saying how annyoying she is and how cocky she has gotten since she got my job and how she's such a bitch for taking it.
I was her friend when other people were making fun of her to her face without her realizing it.
I was her friend when our coworkers made fun of her and asked why I was the one that had to go.
I was her friend when her boyfriend had no idea what to get her for her birthday.
I was her friend when she lectured me for making a joke with him, calling him a "fail boyfriend" for not knowing what her favorite flowers are.
I was her friend when she lied to me last night. She's practically jumping into this guys pants. Whom she has only been dating for two months and believes he loves her. I don't have the heart to tell her it doesn't happen that fast. People don't fall in TRUE love like that.
Wow I can't believe she lied to me. It's about something so trivial too, some blog she has with her boyfriend and she even made fake names so that people wouldn't know its her.
So I wouldn't know...
Okay "Melody" take all the privacy you need. You can touch "Shawn's" penis as often as you want. Just don't fucking lie to me.
"Who needs buttons? well ill tell you who doesnt; Shawn [don't you mean BLAKE?]. Like my usual tease self I started unbuttoning Shawns [BLAKE'S] pants(instant turn on) but wouldnt do anything else(even bigger turn on). yet sometimes i would give in but never all the way and touch him through his boxers(his face is soo funny, along with his swearing but i love it:P) and he loves it more when i touch everything around it soo fun for me aswell. so teasing plus he enjoys it best of both worlds? i think soo:P"
Saturday mornings
Saturday mornings at Matt's house:You make the toast, Matt while make the eggs, Matt's mom makes the hash browns and the coffee, the bacon goes in the microwave, Matt's dad tells us all to jokingly hurry up.
We sit down and eat while Matt's little brother, Miki, eats sausages because he does not like egg. Matt holds my hand, pours my juice. I hand out napkins. Everyone talks and makes jokes.
Saturday mornings at my house:
I try to sleep. Mom wakes up at like 6:30 and starts cleaning the house. Yells because noone else is cleaning at 7:30. Fernando gets up and starts playing loud music on his laptop. I ask them all to quiet down. Noone does, I get no sleep. I am forced to wake up at 8:30. No breakfast is made, mom leaves the house. I ask her for my metropass before she leaves, she sais that I always ask when I need something but never do anything around the house and to clean my room if I want my metropass. Fernando goes to the living room and pours himself some cereal. Is there milk? I don't even remember, he finishes his breakfast and starts watching southpark on the computer. At an obnoxiously loud volume. It is 9:30.
I wonder why my mother asks me why I am never home.
Cry me a river
I was telling Matt about this Flash project I'm doing at school until I realized he wasn't listening.
Does that ever happen to you? You're practically in the middle of a story when you realize that the person only caught the very beginning? Yeah well that's a very big pet peeve of mine.
If I'm talking to you, and you say youy love me, then what I am saying, no matter how trivial, is IMPORTANT.
Anyways back to the story. He was not listening. And then he told me to wait. So I did and while I did I drew this cartoon were he was listening and understanding that what I say to him is important and that when he doesn't pay attention it makes me feel ignored/neglected.
This is what he did next. He forgot to ask me what I was talking to him about (he claims he did ask but I don't remember), and then he set off to clean his rooms in order to please his father.
I followed him, told him I drew a cartoon for him and gave him the napkin on which his understanding was drawn on. He just put it to the side without glancing at it and kept working on cleaning his room. Okay... sure... ignored much? Maybe if I drilled a hole in the wall he would notice.
Then I pointed it out that he didn't look at it. He said he was busy. I asked him to look at it again. He finally did and gave me this half-smile-you can't-be-serious look and went back to cleaning. Grrr!
I found some sticky notes on his bed and wrote LISTEN TO ME and things like that and posted it to the bedpost closest to him. He noticed, only bothered to read one out of the three. Then I really got annoyed.
HELLOOOOOOO I AM SITTING RIGHT HERE CAN YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING?
Not that I said it like that, of course, I was much nicer about it. To which he said he couldn't give me his individual attention and then he went silent on purpose.
Wow. Then I went silent because I HATE telling someone that something bothers me and them not do anything to fix it. Matt asked me why I was being quiet and I said nothing and then he went off with his usual silent treatment and his "whatever","ahuh","sure"...
then as always he came to comfort me and .... again got agitated with me and went back to his whatevers, as I said he would.
After all of this, we were being called to the dinner table by his parents. He told me to go to the washroom to get myself "cleaned up". So we went semi-reluctantly. He didn't talk to me during dinner, unless you count "No, I'll serve myself". He didn't hold my hand (like he promised) and barely looked at me.
I went to the washroom and tried to calm down so as to not to cry in front of his family. I think crying has become a regular thing for me now. Before I used to bottle it up but Matt asked me not to so now it seems that the littlest things set me off. I hate crying. It makes my chin quiver and my nose gets all red and gross.
Came back to dinner, went down the stairs to his basement where he was telling me he was trying to prove a point and wouldn't sit next to me. Instead he went on his computer and I asked him to come close and he didnt but like 15 minutes later he did.
I cried some more and then I got up and walked out of the room
Him:"Where are you going"
Me:"Bathroom"
Maybe he would notice this was the third time in like an hour. I tried to cry quietly but I made this stupid weird hiccup noise from crying. And then I opened the door to find him standing there, waiting for me to come out so he could hug me. It scared me so I started laughing.
We went back, he hugged me, apologized, and said he was the luckiest man in the world.
Sigh...
Does that ever happen to you? You're practically in the middle of a story when you realize that the person only caught the very beginning? Yeah well that's a very big pet peeve of mine.
If I'm talking to you, and you say youy love me, then what I am saying, no matter how trivial, is IMPORTANT.
Anyways back to the story. He was not listening. And then he told me to wait. So I did and while I did I drew this cartoon were he was listening and understanding that what I say to him is important and that when he doesn't pay attention it makes me feel ignored/neglected.
This is what he did next. He forgot to ask me what I was talking to him about (he claims he did ask but I don't remember), and then he set off to clean his rooms in order to please his father.
I followed him, told him I drew a cartoon for him and gave him the napkin on which his understanding was drawn on. He just put it to the side without glancing at it and kept working on cleaning his room. Okay... sure... ignored much? Maybe if I drilled a hole in the wall he would notice.
Then I pointed it out that he didn't look at it. He said he was busy. I asked him to look at it again. He finally did and gave me this half-smile-you can't-be-serious look and went back to cleaning. Grrr!
I found some sticky notes on his bed and wrote LISTEN TO ME and things like that and posted it to the bedpost closest to him. He noticed, only bothered to read one out of the three. Then I really got annoyed.
HELLOOOOOOO I AM SITTING RIGHT HERE CAN YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING?
Not that I said it like that, of course, I was much nicer about it. To which he said he couldn't give me his individual attention and then he went silent on purpose.
Wow. Then I went silent because I HATE telling someone that something bothers me and them not do anything to fix it. Matt asked me why I was being quiet and I said nothing and then he went off with his usual silent treatment and his "whatever","ahuh","sure"...
then as always he came to comfort me and .... again got agitated with me and went back to his whatevers, as I said he would.
After all of this, we were being called to the dinner table by his parents. He told me to go to the washroom to get myself "cleaned up". So we went semi-reluctantly. He didn't talk to me during dinner, unless you count "No, I'll serve myself". He didn't hold my hand (like he promised) and barely looked at me.
I went to the washroom and tried to calm down so as to not to cry in front of his family. I think crying has become a regular thing for me now. Before I used to bottle it up but Matt asked me not to so now it seems that the littlest things set me off. I hate crying. It makes my chin quiver and my nose gets all red and gross.
Came back to dinner, went down the stairs to his basement where he was telling me he was trying to prove a point and wouldn't sit next to me. Instead he went on his computer and I asked him to come close and he didnt but like 15 minutes later he did.
I cried some more and then I got up and walked out of the room
Him:"Where are you going"
Me:"Bathroom"
Maybe he would notice this was the third time in like an hour. I tried to cry quietly but I made this stupid weird hiccup noise from crying. And then I opened the door to find him standing there, waiting for me to come out so he could hug me. It scared me so I started laughing.
We went back, he hugged me, apologized, and said he was the luckiest man in the world.
Sigh...
Druggie Rides Resolved?
She gave me a ride three days in a row. And her father told me that I could wait outside and that she would drive me to school.
Hm... one of my friends talked to her and apparently she was just doing it because she felt bad for me because I was going to be late and it's not a bother driving me because I like practically next door.
I have been living practically next door for the past 5.5 years. Hellooo?
Oh well, at least it seems less like a trap now.
Hm... one of my friends talked to her and apparently she was just doing it because she felt bad for me because I was going to be late and it's not a bother driving me because I like practically next door.
I have been living practically next door for the past 5.5 years. Hellooo?
Oh well, at least it seems less like a trap now.
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