||[Mar. 16th, 2005|08:02 pm]
venting in the dance box
ok, this is the first entry.
so after calling my mom and telling her to pick me up in the student parkinglot and waiting in the rain for freakin' 20min. (it started getting pretty rainy and windy and all) she finally comes to the right place and drives right by me and i have to run even more in the rain.
now, mind you i was wearing a sarong as a skirt and my paper jacket. called paper for a reason.
she got confsed, and yelled at me! me! and b/c we only have 2 cell phones with bad plans and no minutes we can't get ahold of each other when we really need to. and she says live with it, and that its possible to use the very few minutes we have. yeah right.
so i looked and felt like crap. she yelled at me and i was sitting in the car shaking like mad b/c i was soaked to the bone, freezing cold, and starving. i was not happy, and then she yells. i tried explaining and telling her who really was at fault. but she's all "no! you said back gate!" and im like "no! i said specifically student parking lot, and the back gate doesn't exsist! the gate is in the front of the school."
so i got home with my clothes wet, and sticking to me. my hair all dripping and stringy all across my face, oh and my face! it was red. all of it. my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes! and my fingers were bright red and frozen along with the rest of me.
i started crying even.
but on a good note, my mom and i appologized later adn tomorrow we're going to go out to dinner at subway.
**end of vent**