I should have stayed in bed
Man what a day. I wake up freezing because I've left the fan blowing on me all night and my window was also open. I try to go back to sleep but at that moment the very loud truck delivering all the crushed rock we need arrives and noisily dumps it on our driveway - there goes my sleep. I go to scrounge for breakfast but no one has gone shopping. I am forced to chock down this wierd oaty cereal stuff I found in our cupboard.
It is thursday, in other words cleaning day. I began to clean the house but because I got up so late everybody just kept making more mess. I quickly gave up and went to go transplant my beans because I had planted them all too close. That was an unpleasant and dirty experience but I eventually finished.
My family finally evacuates the rooms and just when I start cleaning, my dad needs help measuring the height of the wall. Fine. I finally get back and am trying to separate the floor attachment from the vacuum cleaner hose, but it won't budge. Being royally pissed by this time, I wack it hard with my wrist, you can guess who won...not me. So my wrist hurt, I had no food (lunch consisted of some crackers) and my dad needed help again. As I'm helping him, my crazy neighbour from last week drops by and asks me to mow the lawn next door. grrr, I say. (well perhaps with a few explicatives)
Great, I'll mow it, finish cleaning the house and run. Not a chance- enter the phone repair man. I open the garage door to get a vacuum attachment, as I'm ready to kill someone, this man appears, no repairman suit nothing, and is gibbering away in some strange accented english. I'm sure I just stared at him blankly, in my pyj's, still half reaching for that vacuum part. Luckily my dad was near by and sorted the phone dilemma out.
I eventually got the lawn mowed (i had changed by then) finished cleaning the house, and shoved some kraft dinner into me, before I turned into ultra crazed katie.
Why you may ask was this day even worse? Well, right now I am so off the scale hormonally its crazy. I am three days late (no chance of pregnancy dirty thought people!) and apparently, if it doesn't come in a timely manner the normal rage/quick temper I experience right before just keeps building. Yeah, so when you have a day like I had, you can understand I literally was seeing red. Then again most of you don't believe I have a temper.
So, now I am sitting in my room, no longer angry...must have been that magic kraft dinner, and perhaps the fact that we have high speed internet back. But seriously don't come near me! I'm like Mt. Vesuvius. I look safe and normal, but really I'm a bubbling volcano of rage!! MUAHAHAHAHA
ok, that's enough complaining for now,
- k
It is thursday, in other words cleaning day. I began to clean the house but because I got up so late everybody just kept making more mess. I quickly gave up and went to go transplant my beans because I had planted them all too close. That was an unpleasant and dirty experience but I eventually finished.
My family finally evacuates the rooms and just when I start cleaning, my dad needs help measuring the height of the wall. Fine. I finally get back and am trying to separate the floor attachment from the vacuum cleaner hose, but it won't budge. Being royally pissed by this time, I wack it hard with my wrist, you can guess who won...not me. So my wrist hurt, I had no food (lunch consisted of some crackers) and my dad needed help again. As I'm helping him, my crazy neighbour from last week drops by and asks me to mow the lawn next door. grrr, I say. (well perhaps with a few explicatives)
Great, I'll mow it, finish cleaning the house and run. Not a chance- enter the phone repair man. I open the garage door to get a vacuum attachment, as I'm ready to kill someone, this man appears, no repairman suit nothing, and is gibbering away in some strange accented english. I'm sure I just stared at him blankly, in my pyj's, still half reaching for that vacuum part. Luckily my dad was near by and sorted the phone dilemma out.
I eventually got the lawn mowed (i had changed by then) finished cleaning the house, and shoved some kraft dinner into me, before I turned into ultra crazed katie.
Why you may ask was this day even worse? Well, right now I am so off the scale hormonally its crazy. I am three days late (no chance of pregnancy dirty thought people!) and apparently, if it doesn't come in a timely manner the normal rage/quick temper I experience right before just keeps building. Yeah, so when you have a day like I had, you can understand I literally was seeing red. Then again most of you don't believe I have a temper.
So, now I am sitting in my room, no longer angry...must have been that magic kraft dinner, and perhaps the fact that we have high speed internet back. But seriously don't come near me! I'm like Mt. Vesuvius. I look safe and normal, but really I'm a bubbling volcano of rage!! MUAHAHAHAHA
ok, that's enough complaining for now,
- k
Katie needed a life at 6:48 p.m.
4 Comments:
I've seen your temper...
...and your hormonal behaviour...
Very rarely at the same time, though.
hmmm...so i should probably not go over to your house anytime soon eh :D? probably might be dangerous.
katie angry? that is impossible (k, maybe once or twice). if you need help cleaning you know who to call! i LOVE CLEANING (i really do). stay happy!
ps: creepy cambodian guy came back from montreal yesterday (did i tell you he moved there?..do you even remember who this is...)
You talking about sweaty hands guy? ...or someone else? you seem to meet alot of creepy guys neary. And yeah everything is fine now, biology has finally kicked in and I'm back to normal (yah yah I know I'm NEVER normal!)
Oh and phil I think you've only seen my hormonal side/ abit of angry side, as has neary (you may remember a few times after school I would go crazy) Either way I must say I hold a lot in from the seeing public. When I'm mad I throw things and swear and really would probably seem downright opposite to my nor..or wait...odd self. lol, I hope you two are enjoying all this rain.
- k
P.S. I love how both of you came on like ten minutes apart, hehe
not sweaty hands guy, this guy is 20 something. and you're not weird! it's called being unique :D.
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