Rant, mostly about my parental units.

Ridiculously pissed right now.
I Have mass amounts of homework that I don't understand too well. Miranda calls me. She tries to help, recommends a website.
kaboom.
That's the sound of all hope exploding, by the way.
"You're near a computer, right?"she says.
And then I have to explain it to her.
Basically, my brothers are HUGE computer nerds.
My parents hate it.
They took away all the passwords from the accounts, so we had to do what they wanted us to before we went onto the computer.
It feels dominating, and it makes me feel small and like I have no free will do do what I need.
I can't greet the world good morning on the internet, because my mom won't let me.
I hate it.
I can't even email someone something whil I'm on the phone with them.
It's embarrassing.
Jew-sus, are my parent reincarnated cavepeople?
Anyways, it was ridiculously frustrating to need to get onto this math website, because my mom wasn't home, and I had to call her.
Fuck my life.

Ahhhhh....feels good to curse about this stuff.
I tried to explain to the parental unit about how this was, but, of course, like so many,many, times...it didn't work.
God. Or lack thereof.

Anyways, again, I have masses of stuff to do, and it turns out the algebra stuff wasn't even on the site, so I'mma go.
bye all!

Feeeeeeelinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggs, nothing more than feeeeeeeeeeeeeelings.

Yeah, yeah. speech contest enrty title. I know. I know.

Warm, fuzzy feelings have been attacking me, followed by immense awkwardness.

And the only reason is....cooties, dammit.

the guy I like actually knows I exsist.
I help him with the math homework, and a comment or two later he saves me a seat in the computer lab.
Sigh........................
Stupid cooties.