Adolescent Effusive

(mood) Swing

So...I'm 16 now. What an odd concept.
My day was so moody. I was having a good time, then that whole football game thing happened. Then my mom straightened it out and I was happy. I finished my English paper and Jacob and his mother showed up at my back door. I got flowers from Jacob and a hug from his mother. Happy Happy Happy.
Jacob and I explored the house at the end of my street, went to the playground, played in a construction vehicle, and walked home.
Then my family showed up. It was fine, mostly. I was slightly perterbed that no one besides Sean would take their eyes off of the TV. It was fine because we weren't really doing anything, but when it was time to open my presents, my grandpa threw a fit about the TV being turned off. Uuum...Yea, hi, ONE fucking day out of the year isnt about you.
Then my other grandpa noticed that I was mad, and he said, "Oh, she doesn't like football!" Okay, I don't. However, I was mad because I was being ignored by my own flesh and blood on my birthday. Thank you for reducing my emotions to meaningless shit.
But things picked up again when I realized that my parents really DO know me quite well when they presented me with Scarlet Fiesta ware and a fondue pot. Dinner parties anyone?
Jacob and I lazed around for a while. Then I the phone conversation that set it all off. I won't go into details because it isn't fair.
However, I incredibly pissed as a result, even though I pretended not to be. I ended up taking it out on Jacob who is rarely anything but wonderful to me. I ended up having a chat with him outside of the Hamlin House and came inside after he got picked up and almost immediately burst into tears. I had Kate dressed up as a ladybug, Julia dressed as a cat, and Zac just being Zac enveloping me while I stood there crying. It was...unexpected, to say the least.
I looked up over Julia's shoulder and burst into a fit of laughter when I saw a plastic, motorized pumpkin with light up eyes scooting around a stage.
However, an anticlimactic time ensued. We made the executive decision to get Justin Schaber to drive us to Panos. We had only been at the dance for 10 minutes, and we'd spent 6 bucks. So, we decided that it would be more likely that we'd receive a refund if Keight had fallen violently ill. She and Zac made a very good show of this. I asked the girl if we could have our money back since we'd only been there for 10 minutes. She said to take it up with Chuck Chaz. So, I did.
I said to him, "Excuse me, but we have only been here for 10 minutes and our friend got really sick. She feels like she's going to throw up. We have to take her home right now. But, we already paid our 6 bucks...and since we only stayed for 10 minutes, we feel kind of cheated. Do you think we might be able to get some of our money back?" And Chuck Chaz, who was dressed as Jack Sparrow and loving every second of it, had the audacity to smile at me, look me right in the eyes and says, "I pay 200 dollars to rent this place. Sorry." As not to make a scene, I said, "I understand," bit my cheek, and calmly exitted.
As a result, I am writing him an angry letter, telling him in an intelligent and thought-provoking way, "You're an asshole." Also, we all agreed to boycott him. I don't like swing dancing enough to support scumbags like him.
I know, I know. We were lying. However, he didn't know that. As far as he was concerned, our friend really was on the verge of vomitting. He didn't care. He pretends like he's all about bringing the joy of dancing to a lot of people at an affordable price and he's really just all about the money. Yea, I realize you have to support yourself, but you just shot yourself in the foot. You just lost, at minimum, 30 dollars a month. Most likely, more than that because we would have brought dates and friends. If you had been curteous and understanding about it, we would've thought your dances were worthwhile to come to. Our friend wasn't ill, but for God's sake, the birthday girl was crying. It's just easier to say someone's sick than saying someone is feeling really moody and here are the 17 reasons why. Equally pressing matter.
Chuck Chaz, if I had to say one thing to you, it would be: Your pony tail looks like a long-haired guinea pig's hind region.
However, I love having legitamate reasons to put people who have always given me a bad vibe down. And now I have an excuse to write and irate letter of protest. Not all bad.
We went to Pano's and shared pancakes. It felt so right to be chillaxing with those kids, eating pancakes, at 9 o'clock on my birthday. There was a Sarah-shaped emptiness in my little heart, though.
Keight presented me with a gigantic, extremely aesthetic collage of Phineas paraphernalia. It was awesome.
It will be hung in a place of honor next to the beautiful photo collage that Julia made for me.
ILoveYouGuys!

posted by M.Jazz @ 10:32 PM