cutupdreams

Location: my room that looks like two atomic bombs went through it

Date: May 28, 2007

Time: 9:33 PM

Listening: “New Heart for X-Mas”- Kill Hannah

Eating: nothing

Drinking: nothing

Watching: interview footage that I need to turn into an article

Reading: nothing at the moment but I should be studying for the massive French Test I have tomorrow!

Mood: tired and sick

 

Captain’s Log Day Three (Wow, I really need to stop with this now. I promise, this is the last journal entry that starts like this)

   Drove home with mutiny aboard the Carolla. Mother flipped out. Learned that the creatures at McDonald’s are even slower in Jersey. Came home to disarray and exhaustion. I am actually looking forward to the gallows tomorrow.

   Okay, so we left early this morning. Thank God. I couldn’t stand one more night in that hotel with my siblings. I was being driven mad. I swear, I am not cut out for these things. Well, the drive home was no better. Four and a half hours of pure torture, listening to my siblings nothing but whine and cry the entire time. I wanted to shoot myself.

   On the way back we stopped at a McDonald’s. Bad decision. Did I ever say that people in Jersey are even slower there than they are in New York? For the love of f***ing God, do something!

   “What can I get you?”

   “A ranch snack wrap, large fries, and a water.”

   “Crispy or grilled?”

   “Crispy.”

   “What?”

  “Crispy.”

  “Crispy what?”

  “I don’t know, whatever it is you asked me.”

  “Repeat your order please.”

  “A ranch snack wrap, large fries, and a water.”

  “Crispy or grilled?”

  “Crispy.”

  “Crispy what?”

  “Jesus, the damn thing you asked me. I’m thinking it’s the snack wrap.”

 

Little girl behind me tugs on her mother’s shirt and says, “ooh, mommy, she said a bad word.”

  “Yes, sweetie, and she’s going to go to hell for it.”

 

Beautiful, I’m damned to hell because I became frustrated in McDonald’s.

 

“So, you wanted a chicken selects meal and a water?”

 “No, a ranch snack wrap, large fries, and a water.”

“Oh, a grilled snack wrap, fruit cup, and a water.”

For the love of God, do I speak another language?

 

I tried a different tactic. I took off my aviators, put my hands on the counter, and made my five foot two inch, a hundred and ten pound obese frame, as large as possible and said, “I need a ranch, CRISPY, snack wrap, a large order of fries, and a bottle of water, okay?”

 

The man blinked and said.

 

“Okay, whatever miss. Your total is ten bucks.”

 

“Ten bucks? For what?”

 

“The four snack wraps, three orders of fries, fruit cup, five waters, and the chicken selects meal.”

 

“AHHH!”

 

Needless to say, this only destroyed my mood even more. Then, when I was in Jersey, my mom made me stop to get pamphlets for my bro’s social studies project. I went in, got a ton of brochures while the lady behind the counter eye balled me, and decided I wanted coffee. I went to wait on line

 

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

 

I was still on line, in the same spot, and finally gave up. I hope they consider it punishment for replacing the cool Hershey Coffee Works at the park.

 

Well, after another two hours, we were home, where my brother proceeded to tell my mother his project is due tomorrow and that he has nothing done except for procuring pamphlets, which I actually did. Oh, all hell broke loose. Let’s just say at the end of two hours, my mother was red in the face and yelling at everyone and I am upstairs reading my book.

I was then forced to go and draw his damn map for him and put aside my studying for my massive French exam all for his stupid, dumbass project.

 

Anyway, must leave. Me mucho tired and irritable. Will talk more tomorrow.

 

Toni

 

PS>>>>>most posts will be on trig.com from now on. I just didn’t have internet access at the hotel. Oh woe is me.