Bitches in the backseat.

Wheew! I was pissed today. God damn i can be a bitch. Well fuck everyone! I'm not in a good mood! Ok ok, that was this morning, but still pissed a bit. It all started when i woke up... 'cause i woke up pissed. It was time for me to go to school, and i really didn't feel like going. I got half-assed dressed, then i hear the guys i car pool with pull up, i told my sister not to let them ring the doorbell (because when i'm pissed that fucker pisses me more off). Ding-Motherfucking-dong! She didn't have time to tell them. They must sprint to my door just to ring the motherfucker! They do it all the fucking time. I see them pulling up, and i've forgotten something so i think that they will park it, since the other isn't out there yet, and DING MOTHERFUCKING DONG! EVERY FUCKING TIME! It wouldn't surprise me if they didn't already have their doors open while pulling up in my driveway. It's like a need to ring that fucker! I hate it.

My hatred for that fucking sound has even infiltrated my dreams. I can be sleeping, and hear it! I swear someone has rang it, i even wake up. God damn that sound is haunting me!

And to top it off, my sister uses it to 'call' the dog. She rings the fucker and he runs back in the house... and she loves to ring it while i'm sleeping. So there i am, not knowing if it's a dream, my sister, or someone using the Doorbell for legit purposes. I need to disconnect it.

But i did go to school, right after causing a scene. I was bitching the whole time after they let him in after using the doorbell.

So i went to school to withdraw, but i looked and seen that the last day to withdraw with any sort of refund was a couple weeks ago. So i guess i'll just go to class, if i pass, good if i don't who the fuck cares. I plan on being a major bitch for like a couple days, especially during school hours. I'm fed up with this shit. If it didn't cost my parents that much money i would just drop.

But i did leave early today, since i didn't have a class and the other guys i carpool with did, i had my parents pick me up, since they were in Tulsa at the time. They had to go to a funeral, so my sister was with them... hence Bitches in the backseat. Because we were both pissed off and ready to 'throw down'.

It was crazy, my sister bitched some more about our other sister and her boyfriend, and i just helped her along, giving her words of encouragement and even gave her new pathways to explore. We make a good bitch team. I say send us to the bitch Olympics. I'm not very good, unless i'm super pissed, and even then i hold back quite a bit; but my sister, damn! She love to bitch. I'd have to be like a side bar, telling her stuff she might want to consider, 'cause when i'm pissed, i don't say shit... at all. You ask me a question... you get nothing... unless you get me super pissed, then you can't shut me up. and i've only been super pissed twice, today, which was mild compared to the first time. The first time i was bitching out everyone i seen.

(this is all from my sister, i didn't go i was in school)

But other then the bitching, i found out how truly fucked-up/funny my family is. They had a funeral, and a comedy routine. My grandmother, helped this old ass guy to a seat in the front of the church, and told him not to be scared he wasn't going to be next. Then my Crazy ass aunt was there... and someone was saying how nice it was to come all the way from Texas, and she said she wasn't here for the funeral, but for the Chicken; and that there was no damn chicken so she didn't know why she came (as a joke of course). My other aunt, came to the furfural High. They said that she was trying to hug the guy in the casket. And her son, which is not even 5, told the decease’s niece that "uncle dead" while she was having a breakdown. Really, my family is fucked, anyone want to trade; i get to keep the crazy aunt though. Oh and the guy that 'wasn't next' kept asking, really loudly, what the fuck was the priest saying. And when the priest stopped because he said it really loud, he asked why he stopped, and my crazy aunt told him "'cause you won't shut the fuck up!" Ahh in a church no less, we're definitely going to hell.

Oh my, that doorbell part makes me look crazy... They ring it... and ring it... and ring it... as fast as they can. It's like they are trying to see how many times the can press it in a second; Drives me fucking nuts.