RAGE QUIT

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Yeah. I'm pissed off. I'm very pissed off. Firstly the shoes that I got for my zombie outfit are EXTREMELY too big. Not even just a little bit too big, they are outrageous. They don't fit my feet, the straps are too long and bulge out when I wear them, they look terrible. Not to mention the buckles are terrible and half-broken. So I don't have shoes for the convention that is one day away. Fucking fantastic. 
Also, guess what I just learned today? Darien is going to be at the convention. Just when I think I have a millisecond with Scout NOT literally (Seriously she REALLY does this!) cling to Darien's side and whispering in his ear and kissing his cheek or his neck or his whatever and totally ignoring anyone around her. We literally have to yell to get her attention, and then she acts all cute and "Oh, what? you were saying something? I was too busy whispering sweet nothings into my darling beloved's ear teehee!" So, I'm going to be stuck hanging out with Kendra for the entire time who has been getting INCREASINGLY obnoxious and repetitive about how suck-tastic her life is. It may be. I don't know. But when you do obnoxious probably overdone imitations of her parents that don't relent for at least half a minute any time anything remotely related to parents or permission or anything we do that she doesn't. I mean she already bitches about how I have better clothes than her. Well guess what? I'm a pleasant fairly well adjusted teenager who knows how to be kind to her parents all the time so that they are actually willing to do things for her. You're complaining about your mom getting pissed at you? Maybe you shouldn't sigh and roll yours eyes at her constantly. Maybe you shouldn't have sarcasm and teenage angst in your tone every time you talk to your parents. Maybe you should figure out what being nice and polite is instead of blaming everyone else for your problems. And before: yeah, I am a hypocrite.
So yes. I am seriously raging right about now. People are really pissing me the fuck off. My teenage-iness is getting much much worse and I have to fight to keep from lashing out at people every five seconds. Good thing when it comes right down to it I am better trained that a prize winning show dog at being the pleasant, kind, and happy teenage girl. But even the best training can be undone. I used to joke about snapping and going around punching people in the face at the slightest aggravation. Heh. Doesn't feel like I'm kidding any more.