Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...
Yeah, that's the sound of my inner-bomb, ready to go off. Today was such a bad day. Shitty to the 23rd level.
Before our softball game, my older sister and I had a big fight over Under Armor. I know, looking back on it now, it seems really gay. She borrowed mine, and then my younger sister took hers, so she claimed mine as her own and all this madness. It's a part of being in this family, I swear. We're all thieves. We figure that we're close enough to borrow things from each other, when we're really not. We always get pissed at one another...all the time.
So after that short explosion, we went to our game. She and I arrived early, so I took all the equipment down to the field--it was no big deal, I didn't mind.
The weather was SO FREAKING COLD.
Everyone was bundled up in blankets, jackets, sweatshirts, underarmor, et cetera. I didn't even get to play until the last inning, and by then I felt as if my fingers were about to fall off. We lost anyways. After the game, everyone started to leave without packing up the equipment. My sister and I just looked around like--"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
My sister's a senior, so she doesn't have to--SHOULDN'T HAVE TO--touch a piece of equipment. But she and I took most of it up to Coach's car. It was ridiculous. We were both SO pissed, since I took it down to begin with, and she shouldn't have had to do it at all. I chucked the bag to the ground and was sincerely ticked when the Assistant Coach said, "Alexa, don't throw the equipment."
I was about to rip her head off, honestly. My sister stood up for me, and when she went to address the team and say that there was going to be a [childish] list on Monday, no one listened. I just gently tugged her arm and we got in the car.
As a whole, I have never seen the two of us so angry at an opposing force. It was crazy.
I choose to blame it on my own class. Last year a girl in my grade got her mother to bitch to the Head Coach that the freshman shouldn't get stuck with all the equipment. I didn't mind--I knew it was a part of being underclassmen, and always did my part. Now, however, the freshman don't do anything, the sophomores all run in different directions by the end of the game, the juniors think they're seniors already, and the only two seniors are getting stuck carrying the stuff--with me, because I'm too considerate to think for myself.
Softball makes me angry on a daily basis. And I always take it home to my poor, unsuspecting family because I become passive when it comes to anyone besides them. What are you supposed to do with all that madness?
So far tonight, I've snapped at my mom, best friend and other two sisters. My cousins came over (I have a lot of them if you haven't noticed) and the one said, "You look more miserable every time I see you."
Figures.
Well, I forgot about Three on Thursday last week, so here it is this week:
Yeah, that's the sound of my inner-bomb, ready to go off. Today was such a bad day. Shitty to the 23rd level.
Before our softball game, my older sister and I had a big fight over Under Armor. I know, looking back on it now, it seems really gay. She borrowed mine, and then my younger sister took hers, so she claimed mine as her own and all this madness. It's a part of being in this family, I swear. We're all thieves. We figure that we're close enough to borrow things from each other, when we're really not. We always get pissed at one another...all the time.
So after that short explosion, we went to our game. She and I arrived early, so I took all the equipment down to the field--it was no big deal, I didn't mind.
The weather was SO FREAKING COLD.
Everyone was bundled up in blankets, jackets, sweatshirts, underarmor, et cetera. I didn't even get to play until the last inning, and by then I felt as if my fingers were about to fall off. We lost anyways. After the game, everyone started to leave without packing up the equipment. My sister and I just looked around like--"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
My sister's a senior, so she doesn't have to--SHOULDN'T HAVE TO--touch a piece of equipment. But she and I took most of it up to Coach's car. It was ridiculous. We were both SO pissed, since I took it down to begin with, and she shouldn't have had to do it at all. I chucked the bag to the ground and was sincerely ticked when the Assistant Coach said, "Alexa, don't throw the equipment."
I was about to rip her head off, honestly. My sister stood up for me, and when she went to address the team and say that there was going to be a [childish] list on Monday, no one listened. I just gently tugged her arm and we got in the car.
As a whole, I have never seen the two of us so angry at an opposing force. It was crazy.
I choose to blame it on my own class. Last year a girl in my grade got her mother to bitch to the Head Coach that the freshman shouldn't get stuck with all the equipment. I didn't mind--I knew it was a part of being underclassmen, and always did my part. Now, however, the freshman don't do anything, the sophomores all run in different directions by the end of the game, the juniors think they're seniors already, and the only two seniors are getting stuck carrying the stuff--with me, because I'm too considerate to think for myself.
Softball makes me angry on a daily basis. And I always take it home to my poor, unsuspecting family because I become passive when it comes to anyone besides them. What are you supposed to do with all that madness?
So far tonight, I've snapped at my mom, best friend and other two sisters. My cousins came over (I have a lot of them if you haven't noticed) and the one said, "You look more miserable every time I see you."
Figures.
Well, I forgot about Three on Thursday last week, so here it is this week:
- I'm italian. (Only the BEST are!)
- I like to eat my pizza with ranch dressing. (Yum.)
- My birthday is a day after May Day and two days before Cinco de Mayo.
Good luck. Hopefully I'll be in a better mood by the time you answer. ;)
Comments
but for the "three on thursday" thingamabob, i'm going to think this one through logically!!! *epiphany!*
i know the 3rd one is correct, because im psycic.
the italian thing i'm pretty sure about as well, also because im psycic.
so i'm going with the second one. GASP!
Softball sounds like a major pain in the ass. But if you like playing then I guess you have to stick it out, right?
Your birthday is so soon! Very exciting. I love birthdays.