Non-PG13 (Strong Language): God fuck my life.

[Lost_Confused]

Well the few past days have SUCKED.
I lost my license a few days ago, and I was out driving around (without a license on me.) and I almost got into an damn accident. Their fault, mind you. Then some kid in one of my classes found my license in the school parking lot. That was good, but jeez. Then yesterday was terrible, and today in class, this was the day that was supposed to be good, right? WRONG. I got up on time, but it took longer than I expected to get ready, since my makeup was all screwed up and I had to re-do it, and my hair wouldn't fucking dry and my mousse and hairspray nozzles are broken, so it took forever to do something with my very flat hair. So I got to school late, and just made up an excuse that my alarm didn't go off.

But I got to class finally, and the kid next to me kept making sex jokes about me. Now, I can appreciate a good sex joke, and I make them all the time, but I don't aim (Heh. Heh. ..See?) it at anyone. I don't make a joke about anyone. And every fucking time in class for the past few weeks (Minus the 2 weeks I was gone.) he's been making sex jokes about me. At first I laughed it off, then I got annoyed. Then I started getting pissed. He could tell too, then pretended like he was going to hit me in the face. I told him "If you hit me, I will fucking punch you." I looked at him for a few seconds, dead serious, and he knew it. Then the teacher asked us if there was a problem, then said we should be looking at him. Gr. Then we pass around tools in class, right? Well I handed this one kid to the back row of me a tool, and put it in his hand, being nice trying to keep cool. Then he was like "YES! I've trained you well." I was like, "...What did you say." Then after that when I had to hand back a tool, I'd put it on the table and if he gave me a face like I was supposed to hand it to him I'd glare at him, and I started getting really fucking mad. Because the kid beside me wouldn't stop making the jokes. Eventually the kid behind me smiled whenever I'd hand something back, because he could tell I was really getting pissed off. Then class ended, and I slammed the door open, trying to get out because I knew if I stayed in that class any longer I'd punch someone. Then a friend of mine was like "Calm down Veronica." Then we had this conversation about how I didn't have a good day, and that I was going to punch someone so he offered to go out to his van so I could beat the shit out of him. It was kind of a creepy offer, IMO. But yeah. Then I was almost late to college because I was busy reading stuff online, punching a punching bag we have, and eating food because I missed lunch at school since I had to leave school before I fucking punched someone.

Oh yeah, and we've moved the 3rd time in the past 5 months, and it sucks. The new place is nice, but it's not finished being renovated. And we don't have a microwave or an oven or stove. All we have is a toaster oven and a small hotplate, so we can't really cook anything. So we eat out a LOT. Which is really screwing up my weight and digestion.

GAH. There were other things that happened, but that thing at school is the major thing I wanted off my chest.