Things I Hate
A rant story for when I'm pissed off, bored, sad, or just flat out hormonal.
Chapter 1
Small Group
I know none of y'all give a shìt about my (many) issues, so if you don't give a shìt, go the hell away.
I already know this is going to sound really dumb, but I don't care. I need to vent, and I'm sort of a hormonal bìtch right now.
So, I loathe Sundays. They're the worst part of the week. I know you're thinking it's because of church and Sunday School. Okay, maybe part of it is. Maybe, if you keep up with my insanity, you think it's because of my insane choir director, Mrs. G.
But no. I didn't have choir today. What I did have, however, was small group. I hate small group. Basically, all the 8th grade girls in our church get together for Bible-y junk.
It isn't the Bible-y stuff I hate. It's the people. Sure, our leader, Mrs. Eugenia, is the sweetest woman ever, but not everyone is. Everyone who actually goes to small group has a clique.
They all go to Greenville Middle and League. Meanwhile, I'm stuck at Shannon Forest, the smallest school ever. So i don't know many people.
And then Brice and Olivia and Emma and all the other idiots just talk about, "Oh, did you see so and so on Thursday? He was being weird!"
I have no clue who Oliver or Garret or Kimberly are. I frankly don't care. But I end up in the kitchen, annoying/boring Mrs. Eugenia because I don't have anyone to talk to.
It doesn't seem like that big a deal to y'all, I realize, but it is to me. And I just know that Mrs. Eugenia thinks I'm super annoying. And, seeing as my parents are the super-Christians of Greenville, I go every week.
And I hate it.
So much, that this week (I haven't been in the three weeks due to various cancellations/conflicts), I begged my mom not to make me go about five minutes before we left.
I even offered to help decorate! I hate Christmas decorating. But, my mom and dad decided that I should sit down with them like an adult to discuss the pros and cons of going. What pros? Last time I checked, it was all cons!
On top of that, whenever I try to have a grown up conversation with them, they're busy. Trust me, I've tried. So, I was forcibly strapped into the car and drove off the Mrs. Eugenia's house.
I was crying on the way there, trying to suppress it and failing miserably. So, of course, I get into the driveway, and my entire face is red. I don't feel like going in there and explaining to everyone that I was crying because I don't feel included.
I'd seem like a spoiled, rotten person. Plus, then they'd shower me with attention, and that'd be awkward.
So, I'm in my car in the driveway, trying to calm down and failing, when my mom puts the car in reverse. My heart literally leapt for joy. She pulled out and started driving back home.
After the initial joy, I was struck by the iron fist of a guilty conscience.
"I - can - go - back - I'm - fine!" I was saying between sobs, trying to compose myself. My mom doesn't say anything, just keeps driving.
I was all out sobbing by this point, from relief, memories, and guilt. I knew Dad was going to be mad when I got home for skipping it.
So, as soon as the car is stopped, I run out of the car and into my house, up the stairs to my room. I curl up on my bed and cry for five minutes before I hear my dad knocking on my door.
Damn. Sobbing uncontrollably, I get up and unlock the door and let him in. He gives me the "I'm-disappointed-in-you" lecture and tells me to sit down with them next time and explain why I don't want to go.
And now, thirty minutes later, I'm still crying. A lot. And, it's 6:40 and I'm not even a smidge hungry. If y'all know anything about me, its that I'm a fattie who loves to eat. And I feel like if I eat, I'll throw up.
I think I'll just sit here in my dark, dark room and cry until I become so dehydrated that I shrivel up into a GraceAnne-raisin.
That is all.
I already know this is going to sound really dumb, but I don't care. I need to vent, and I'm sort of a hormonal bìtch right now.
So, I loathe Sundays. They're the worst part of the week. I know you're thinking it's because of church and Sunday School. Okay, maybe part of it is. Maybe, if you keep up with my insanity, you think it's because of my insane choir director, Mrs. G.
But no. I didn't have choir today. What I did have, however, was small group. I hate small group. Basically, all the 8th grade girls in our church get together for Bible-y junk.
It isn't the Bible-y stuff I hate. It's the people. Sure, our leader, Mrs. Eugenia, is the sweetest woman ever, but not everyone is. Everyone who actually goes to small group has a clique.
They all go to Greenville Middle and League. Meanwhile, I'm stuck at Shannon Forest, the smallest school ever. So i don't know many people.
And then Brice and Olivia and Emma and all the other idiots just talk about, "Oh, did you see so and so on Thursday? He was being weird!"
I have no clue who Oliver or Garret or Kimberly are. I frankly don't care. But I end up in the kitchen, annoying/boring Mrs. Eugenia because I don't have anyone to talk to.
It doesn't seem like that big a deal to y'all, I realize, but it is to me. And I just know that Mrs. Eugenia thinks I'm super annoying. And, seeing as my parents are the super-Christians of Greenville, I go every week.
And I hate it.
So much, that this week (I haven't been in the three weeks due to various cancellations/conflicts), I begged my mom not to make me go about five minutes before we left.
I even offered to help decorate! I hate Christmas decorating. But, my mom and dad decided that I should sit down with them like an adult to discuss the pros and cons of going. What pros? Last time I checked, it was all cons!
On top of that, whenever I try to have a grown up conversation with them, they're busy. Trust me, I've tried. So, I was forcibly strapped into the car and drove off the Mrs. Eugenia's house.
I was crying on the way there, trying to suppress it and failing miserably. So, of course, I get into the driveway, and my entire face is red. I don't feel like going in there and explaining to everyone that I was crying because I don't feel included.
I'd seem like a spoiled, rotten person. Plus, then they'd shower me with attention, and that'd be awkward.
So, I'm in my car in the driveway, trying to calm down and failing, when my mom puts the car in reverse. My heart literally leapt for joy. She pulled out and started driving back home.
After the initial joy, I was struck by the iron fist of a guilty conscience.
"I - can - go - back - I'm - fine!" I was saying between sobs, trying to compose myself. My mom doesn't say anything, just keeps driving.
I was all out sobbing by this point, from relief, memories, and guilt. I knew Dad was going to be mad when I got home for skipping it.
So, as soon as the car is stopped, I run out of the car and into my house, up the stairs to my room. I curl up on my bed and cry for five minutes before I hear my dad knocking on my door.
Damn. Sobbing uncontrollably, I get up and unlock the door and let him in. He gives me the "I'm-disappointed-in-you" lecture and tells me to sit down with them next time and explain why I don't want to go.
And now, thirty minutes later, I'm still crying. A lot. And, it's 6:40 and I'm not even a smidge hungry. If y'all know anything about me, its that I'm a fattie who loves to eat. And I feel like if I eat, I'll throw up.
I think I'll just sit here in my dark, dark room and cry until I become so dehydrated that I shrivel up into a GraceAnne-raisin.
That is all.
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I know how hard it is to be the outsider of a group, especially when everyone else knows each other. I went to a 6 week drama camp where I knew 2 people out of 52. Everyone else seemed to know each other, they all went to the same middle school and most of them knew each other from Hebrew school/Bat Mitzvahs. I was one of the only non-Jewish kids, and one of the only kids who didn't go to King (a huge middle school). They were all nice to me, but I was never really accepted, and that's hard. :(
your a strong person and confident i dont feel like going to chruch my self then my family ask why like they think im going to go do something but you r who u r good luck with anything you do <3
GraceAnne! If you need to talk I'm here.
My grandparents think I'm so perfect, but you know me. I'm not. When I'm on vacation I have to go to Christmas mass and I don't even know if I believe in any of this stuff.
I'm here for you.
that up there was inteded for Anniemarie_ becuse of what that a-ss hole said
OKAY.
KATIE IS LOSING HER FVCKING TEMPER.
YOU DO NOT INSULT ANNEMARIE OR GRACEANNE LIKE THAT. You say that you're well rounded? I sure think the opposite. Well rounded means to have a nice PERSONALITY. Well, all I've seen is that you're bitchy, nasty and dumb. So I suggest next time that you watch whose friends you pick on. Because I don't take kindly to people like you.
Let me guess. You'll go hate on me now, because I'm another person who is pointing out that you're spoilt and
a complete bitch.
GO AHEAD. See if I care. Next time, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything AT ALL.
that up there was inteded for Anniemarie_ becuse of what that a-ss hole said
GracieAnne, you could never disappoint anyone. No matter what you did, you're family will always love you (Well, yours will.Maybe not mine....). And you should be happy that you even have a grandmum, because both of mine are dead. And you are your Mimi's favorite. Both of my grandmum's didn't like me as much as someone else. And she'll apprecite how you really are if she loves you. And if she doesn't appreicte you, then she doesn't love you. So there you go. Yes, I realize that was me ranting.
Annemarie, half of my family has already messed up royally according to the church.... I think they'd be disappointed if they knew what I really do, think, and act. I'm sorry about your grandmothers. I lost Papa and Mommy Jo. I never even met Mommy Jo. You don't understand my Mimi. She's very judgmental.
Rants are okay. ^.^
excuse me this is vannilasuger your not well rounded eather becuse you dont know who your talking to so you can go suck it and you dont have a boy- friend oviously becuse your a rude bi-tch so u need to shut the fvck up and keep your sorry a-ss comment to your-self you stupid B-i-tch and its easy to say thing to me over the computer becuse im a fiery red head who isnt just beautiful but can kick your a-s-s so you need to mind your own fvcking busness becuse I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU so shut up!
sooo your dad gave you the im dissapointed in you lecutur do you relly care .. thats whatthey say whan they cant find anything eles to say and think they know what your goning through but they dont and BOYS ARE NOT aSHOLES i fvcking love my boy-friend maby you just need to find the right one to ...sooo .....MY new-years resiloutin is to get all negitivity out of my life it causes stress , pimples, lack of sleep, depresion and other symptomes ...... you are not well rounder . ..but i am ....
No, my dad didn't. No one is currently disappointed in me. But my Mimi would be. And I do care when people are disappointed in me. It's the worst feeling in the world. All the boys I know are à ssholes. Your boyfriend may be the nicest dude ever. That's great for you. ^.^ In my opinion, I'm quite well-rounded. I'm not one of those idiotic girls chasing after boys, for starts.
Annemarie, have I ever told you the degree of my love for you? ;)
No, you haven't GraceAnne. No, you haven't :)
I will not shut up. I don't have a boyfrined because I don't need anyone but myself. I'm a b-tch, and you're not the only ginger on here, if you can't tell I have red hair too. And if you were saying this to GraceAnne in real life, I'd say the same exact thing. I might not be beatiful, but I'm wonderful anyways. So shut the hell up, since you obvioulsy can't go without cursing every three words.
My grandparents can't stand me. Neither can my mom. My aunts, uncles and cousins can though! :)
I'm sorry, GraceAnne. :(
Your grandma thinks that because you're like me, you act all respectful and stuff around realitives and adults but everywhere else you're like... not how you act around them. So it's okay. Don't feel guilty, that's craziness! That just means you know how to act correctly around the right people!
To the lovely GraceAnne.
I hate disapointing people.
Mostly because they give the I-am-so-disapointed-in-you lecture, and they give you that look. That look that just makes you want to scream. I know we don't talk much, but I wish we could change that. If I could, I would spam your text inbox with pictures of Joey
Disappointing people is worse than guilt. I hate that look they give you, and the regular lecture.
If you message me, I'll give you my number. :) I'd like pictures of Joey Rich-tah.