Get out of my Way.

I am in a rotton mood, you wouldn't want to cross paths with me. And its a shame because people have been trying to talk me and I can't mustard enough spunk to be nice to them. It started off because my mother would not pick me up after my exam. She worked the night shift last night. I told her I'd be finshed between 9:30 and 10. But she said she would be sleeping. I called her again at 10 when I finally made it to the mall and she was still awake. She still wouldn't pick me up. She said she was just seconds away from going to bed. I could feel my blood boiling. Steam was pouring out of my ears. I spent alomost 2 hours on the bus, but if my mother would of picked my up it would of been 15 minutes.

The whole time on the bus I was jumpy, I was hoping that we might be able to catch my transfer in time, but we didn't. I hate old people. The bus driver was old. He had to stop and check is lotto tickets, and then stratch more on the bus. I watched so many old people santer onto the bus like they were going to live forever. They waddled from side to side, smiling because they knew the bus wouldn't leave without them. There old, which means there special.
The old lady in front of me picked her nose with every finger and then used the other hand. It was digusting. I just wanted to pinch the back of her neck. Or pull at her blue/sliver hair.

Again the bus stopped and the bus driver took out a sandwich to eat. By this time it didn't matter becasue I had already missed my transfer, so he could sit there for an hour, then i wouldn't have to wait at the mall. But when I finally transferred it was packed. I was not sitting next to anyone.So I sat in the front.Not my preferrance. The guy kept starring at me. He was in front of me.Once, twice he looked. Three four five times he looked. By this time I was growling at him. As to say back off buddy. This kid couldn't of been any older than 18. He had yellow hair with black roots growing in. He pulled out his hard hat and made sure I seen it. And then he begun digging out tools out of his bookbag and strapped them on his tool belt. Now if this kid thinks a hard hat and a hammer hanging off his pants is gonna impress me , he better just step off the bus now. He looked foolish anyways. He looked like a kid playing dress up with his dad's work stuff. When he fianlly got off the bus, I literaly blew a breath of fresh air. I looked out the window and he actually turned around and waved. HA. What a doof.

Of all the days for me not to have a book or anything to keep my ocuppied. All I could do was insult people in my mind.

Im cranky now because theres nothing good to eat and I have to work at 6. I actually hate working. Its soooo boring. Its never busy. I don't even think anyone likes me, they barely talk to me. All night you walk around asking people if they need help and re-folding the same shirt 578 times. My feet ache at the end of the shift because pretty much standing in one spot. And wearing all black is depressing.

Goodbye.