what grinds my gears

shit, i hate it how i go to my parents to say ONE thing and they don't even listen to what i say. they talk about somethign else or completely avoid the topic. like today, i ask my parents if i could go back to piano lessons because i actually do want to play again and because they ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS fucking tell people how i used to play but i quit because i wasn't interested. but REALLY, they're the ones who made me quit. wtf, quit pinning this shit on me. fuck. so yeah, i ask them if i coudl then my dad starts talking about my make up and how its so scary now. i already said that it smudged because i rubbed it and that's why it looks like that but he keeps going on how simple is better. holy shit, can we talk about what i asked you about? fuck they never listen to what i have to say and they always turn the story to make me look like the bad person, fuck. SERIOUSLY, they need to stop telling people that i fucken quit guitar and piano cause THEY'RE the fucking ones who made me stop going lessons. like if they dont wanna pay for it anymore, fine. just stop telling peopel that i wasn't fucking interested. holy shit.

so siiiiiiiiiick (8)

FINALLY got my leather jacket woOoO. and my jeans. that i had to go 2 sizes up for. even though they're still too small. BUT.. they will stretch out. hopefully.

so i'm reading old xanga entries. heh i was such an lg. it's pretty entertaining. not to mention embarrassing omg.

anyway 3 years and counting, and still no change. seeeeeeee ya!