Cont. FREAKIN' SOAP OPERA
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Warning:
This product may cause a soap opera likeness and mood swings in your family.
This side effect also includes possible nuerosy, severe headaches, panic attacks, and shortness of temper.
The maker's of this product are not responsible for any incidents or injuries resulting in the use of it.
-.- No really? You mean you arn't responsible for my actions and other such things? Wow.
Oh, feel the sarcasm in that. Just feel it!
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By the tree tops! ((wierd expression. Get over it)) I figured someone would have been smart enough not to by the box.
But what ever.
So...to the topic of this title -clinks glasses- not that kind of thing.
Jeeze. you people really bug me somtimes. I meant in explanation.
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So I'm feeling all dandy, its wendsday and I haven't freaked out, had a panic attack, an anxiety attack or any such nuerotic behavior. I get out of school, walk to the car. Get in the car, listen to my music. Go home.
I'm getting out of the car and guess what my mom says?
"Rinn, you need to work on your music a little more."
{{{{{{{ Now if you don't know me and what sort of purgatory that I've gone through for the last few months you wouldn't understand why I'm so sensitive to this -heres a minor explanation: I nearly quite playing violin }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
So I tense up and get all defensive. She still continues.
"Rinn, you need to work on that hand thing."
{{{{{{{{{Another inside thing}}}}}}}}}}}}
And I flip out.
The rest of the story unfolds like a drama soap opera, my being snippy and temperamental and she being....welll.... a stereotypical a**l mother that knows absolutely nothing about me and my music.
((may still continue...))
