fucking rain
i have NEVER been so fucking pissed off at the rain before . and i do realise how crazy i sound right now , because who in the world is EVER angry at the rain ?!
my entire morning was ruined , and i'm sure whoever's reading this right now would like to know what happened :
got up early enough to get ready and everything - i even had time to change my outfits a few times before deciding on one . everything was going fine : my hair wasn't frizzing up and the outfit i finally chose was pink . while getting my cup of tea , dad offers to give me a lift to church (cos i had to sell raffle tickets) but i declined because i thought i'd be healthy and walk there instead . as i was leaving , i said to my dad , "ahh . it's raining." and he said , "no larh. it's not raining . i was just out there ." so i walked .
as i walked , it started to drizzle and i thought nothing of it . AND THEN after a while , it starts to fucking pour . i continue walking for a while more , until i realise that it's actually raining very heavily and the wind is blowing . so what do i do ? i run down this little path leading to someone's home and take shelter under their garage .
called my dad and asked him if he could pick me up from there , but he says to just wait till the rain dies down because he has a client waiting for him for home viewing . so i wait . and then the rain does sort of die down , so i decided to start making my way home . because after all , i'm ALREADY drenched and so why not ( and no way was i going to church in that state) . thanks to my dumb luck , it starts pouring again and so this time i had to hide under someone else's garage and i call my dad - he reluctantly comes to pick me up , lecturing me i might add .
"next time when i offer you a lift , just graciously accept the offer."
"well how the hell was i supposed to know that it would rain so heavily . and i DID say it was raining before i left , but you told me it wasn't raining . so i just walked ."
-silence-
we arrive home .
dad : "and you also don't have the key."
he throws his keys at me so i can open the door and then drives off .
how suay can a person get ? VERY apparently . argh .
so now after a hot shower (yes my 2nd for the day) , i'm sitting here venting my anger on my blog . decided i'd wear my happy boxers in the hope that their happiness could rub off on me . oh yes , and i never made it back to church in case any of you dumb fucks reading this didn't realise . tina and louis : you're spared from buying raffle tickets from me , but i hope you bought some from the ppl there anyway !! tom (i don't know if you read my blog) : sorry i never made it ! you can pass the stuff to me tonight . because i WILL make it to church tonight .
it's times like these i wish i could drive . geez . which brings me to my next rant : if i had learnt how to drive earlier on , then i wouldn't have to constantly ask my parents to drive me to parties or friends' houses or to murdoch uni to study . and i also wouldn't have to endure my dad always saying , "dont' stay out too late ah . i want to sleep early and i'm so tired . aiyah , i'm so tired now - so busy , running around all day . so many things to do ."
anyway , like i said before , fucking rain .
(the song "why does it always rain on me" comes to mind)