GOD!! Today was HELL!!

First off, I had to wake up TO early and get my blood drawn out. Mom was yelling at me to hurry up, and then couldn't find the papers we needed for two hours, yelling at me to help look, and it turns out she was sitting on them. SITTING ON THEM!!

I couldn't take my stress/aspergers medication, which is a BAD thing.

Following that, we got there, and it was the ONE thing that went with only one hitch--mom saying she should go in with me. I'M 20, DAMNIT!!

Afterwards, we went out to eat at Bob Evans. Then she starts complaining about NOT having ANY coffee in her diet--that it's the source of life itself--and it was HER idea to go to that doctor to get an 800 calorie diet.

Afterwards, we had to spend TWO HOURS in the eyeglasses shop, part of which involved mom trying to tell dad WE NEEDED TO CO-PAY and WHY.

Following, we FINALLY got out of there and mom's blackberry answered to a friend and the brats. We had to WALK to petco to help them pick out a pet RAT...THEY HAVE 40~!! WHY do they need number 41!?

Afterwards, they followed us home with a SMALL-YAPPY-GOD-DAMNED-DOG! The animal wasn't even house broken, much less welcome. I hate dogs! >.<*

They hogged EVERYTHING! They forced me to take them to the park--I was at the end of my rope at the rat thing--and then refused to come back when it began to RAIN. I was ready to LEAVE THEM THERE!!

I tried to, and it worked; they followed., Not sure if 'worked' is the right word.

Then their dad came over and they over-stayed their welcome by FIVE FREAKIN' HOURS!! I had to go to the back of my room, close the door, LOCK IT, and play video-games to TRY and releave the stress to no avail.

When I came back out, they left...AND I FOUND OUT THEY USED MY FACE-SOAP FOR THEIR BARE FEET!! THOSE TWO ARE MORE THAN OLD ENOUGH TO USE MAKE-UP, DAMNIT! THEY'RE ALMOST IN MIDDLE-SCHOOL! *fumes*

Anyway, once they got rid of the fucking dog, and hauled their rears out, dad started annoying me. I snapped and yelled at the top of my lings, he laughed, and if mom hadn't intervened, bones would have been BROKEN.

SEVERELY.

I hate dogs even more now, and I never even want a boyfriend after THAT!!

It's the same every time, except every time, it gets fucking worse.