Things are pretty much terrible right now.
Well, except for Mason. That's good. He's the person keeping me afloat right now.
My mom caved on the curfew thing. So no more curfew. But 3 am freak outs have become the norm. I mean, it was Canada Day yesterday, and I did go out (didn't get to do what I wanted because Bell has fucked my phone service, but I'll get to that later.). So I got home late. Got to my room and there was a four page letter explaining how I'm fucking playing mind games with my mother etc. Fuck. I am not out to get you mother.
But that's not the thing that's bothering me the most.
It looks like I have to take a year off school. Please don't tell anyone yet. I still have to tell my parents. I'm slightly worried that my mother will throw something breakable at the general vicinity of my head.
Turns out Kings screwed me over. Everything was ready. My application was in, on time, I'd sent a request for transcripts to be sent to U of A at least a month before the due date.
So, time passes, whatever. I try not to think about it too much, because I have good grades, and know there shouldn't be a problem. So a couple days ago I check beartracks on th progress of my application.
Incomplete.
...What?
I frantically started checking everything, wishing it was a mistake. Nope. Kings never sent my transcripts. I emailed the U of A, and they're a big enough school that they don't give a shit. If it's late, it's late.
So, I've had some pretty shitty days recently. Cried a lot.
And Bell is telling me that I didn't pay my bill on time. I have automatic debit payments you idiots. I have the bank statement, it's fucking on time. So I pretty much can't do anything on my phone. Well, I can use the internet if I'm in a place with wireless. But that's it. Fuck. So that made me miss the fireworks last night. Which I wanted to go to with some friends.
And we were supposed to go camping tomorrow, but that's off, and there was speculation as to what was going to happen instead, but now I can't do fuck with my phone, and I haven't been on my laptop so idk what's going on. I can't even check my voice mail. Which ali left me last night, but can I call my voice mail? Nope. Fucking Bell. Assholes.
Ahhhh, can anything else happen to make things worse? Fuck. Oh wait yeah, my mom's still pissed at me and was screaming at me until I left the house. Bah.
Mason is trying to take time off work in Aug so we can go on vaca. Because I need it so badly. Just need to get out for a week and clear my head. Talking about going to Mexicooooo. Just sit on beach all day... Mmmmmmm :)
Haven't talked to the parentals about that either. We'll see how that goes tonight.
Anyways. I've done enough ranting for a lifetime.
Later.
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