RANT. You have been warned.

[reipan]

Okay. I've lasted a suprisingly long time. I've been determined to not be so whiny 'cause no one cares about my problems, in the grand scheme of things I'm just a dot, etc. But I can't take it anymore, understand? I need ventage. So if my rants bore/annoy/kill you, you may want to stop reading here. Go on.

I'm serious, bugger off. You won't like it. It's gonna be a long one.

Right, is that everyone? You there at the back, sure you can take it? Good.

Perhaps this has something to do with that dude who worked out mathematically that January 24th is the most depressing day of the year, but this has been the WORST WEEK EVER. I mean, I did not for one second think that this year was going to be any better than last year (which was the worst year. Ironically it's also the year I came out of my teen-angst phase...never mind!) but I never expected something like this.

Okay, we start with Monday. I come into school, I've got quite a lot of work I'm not sure how to do, and I'm determined to do it. I remember suprisingly little about Monday, except the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and a sudden urge to lie down in the middle of the road and go to sleep. The fact that I was crossing said road at the time has also lodged itself in my mind.

Tuesday. I quite liked Tuesday morning. (I dissected a heart. With, apparently, a very disturbing grin on my face. Hey, it's not my fault it was squishy.) Froze half to death on the netball courts. Pretty standard, really. Then on my way home, for some inexplicable reason, the very nice people at Southwest Trains decide it might be a nice idea to divert every single train on the Hounslow via Brentford/Weybridge line away from Chiswick. Far away. One of them was diverted to Richmond, the other just decided it was going to fast-track to Hounslow. Me, Nat and Livi were stuck in this together. I thought we should get the train to Mortlake or Richmond and get the bus, because I didn't want to do a twenty-minute walk in the freezing cold. For reasons I can't fathom, they were set against the bus. So we walked from Mortlake to Chiswick. It wasn't fun, and it cut about an hour off my evening so I couldn't make a start on the work I wasn't quite sure how to do.

Wednesday I have no real complaints about, I guess. It wasn't a nice day, but it wasn't horrible. I did manage to do some of my work, although it was all crap. Ah well.

THURSDAY. Oh, this one could take a while. It wasn't that bad as a day, but there was just this one thing that really got to me. You know how these little things just happen, but they really bug you and you know why but it sounds weird so you try and ignore it and then you feel weird for a few days? Yeah, like that.

Anyway, it was just one more little, trivial thing.

Me and Tempest (Tempest and I, if you really want to get technical), for reasons that are too stupid to go into, took the homework diary of someone I will, for the sake of privacy, call friend X. (And we all know it gets bad when I start concealing the names.) Friend X, not unreasonably, asked for it back. Tempest had the idea of telling X we'd left her diary in the Latin room, when in reality we had it the entire time. PLEASE NOTE: I am not denying that it was a stupid prank and I shouldn't have gone along with it. This was never in doubt.

I was elected to return the diary, and Tempest ran off. (My friends are so nice to me, isn't it sweet?) Friend X charges up the stairs looking pissed off, I hold out the diary muttering various apologies, X seizes the diary, hits me with it a few times, and storms off. This is the kind of reaction I suppose I should have expected from X - she so rarely shows any emotion about anything that whenever something mildly annoying happens, she blows up. Tempest comes out and apologises, whereupon X immediately forgives her and then goes to me "Rei, I'll forgive you when you apologise". I point out that I did, and she may not have heard. It's possible. I wasn't speaking that clearly, and X doesn't hear quite a lot of things. I do it again, and she goes "I'm sorry, it just doesn't sound that sincere". At this point I am starting to think with increasing annoyance "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, IT'S JUST A HOMEWORK DIARY".

This has stayed with me for a few reasons. One: It was so not worth it it's unbelievable. Two: Friend X has done far worse things to me than stupid pranks, and I haven't even broached the subject. If I can do that, surely she can forget this. Three: FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, IT WAS JUST A HOMEWORK DIARY!

And these are the same friends who wonder why I think they don't care about me. I hate to sound selfish, but I'm forever being told "Oh, he/she/it cares about you more than he/she/it lets on". Now might be a good time for them to start damn well letting on.

Anyway, it hasn't escaped my notice that the rant for Thursday is longer than the rest of this entry put together. ^^; Let's move on.

Friday was okay, I guess. Found out I'll be doing lacrosse soon (*gags*) and I slept through History. We were watching this video about a woman who was born in Russia, went to Glasgow and then went back to Russia in time for Stalin's rule. I'm sure it was very interesting and very sad, but I was out like a light within the first ten minutes.

There, that's my week. I'm gonna go drink something hot. Mata!

~Rei.

Comments

[notapopstar.livejournal.com]

*uberflyingtackleglomphug* I'm sorry you had such a crappy week, Yuwa! Hope your weekend's a lot better.

As for Friend X...Just wait. She'll open up when she's ready. (Also, pretend to crush her head when her back's turned.)

[rionaleonhart]

Friend X appreciates head-crushing not.

You know how these little things just happen, but they really bug you and you know why...

Yeah, that was me with the diary, really. Apart from the 'knowing why' thing.

...I'm sorry I hit you.

I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I went all 'ARGH YOUR APOLOGY DOES NOT PASS MY SINCERITY TEST'.

I'm also sorry the train was redirected (because I wouldn't be me if I didn't apologise for something that wasn't my fault).

Here's hoping the next week is better, and I will try not to flip out. (Also, I will guard my homework diary better. LIKE A HAWK I WATCH THE DIARY. Yes. NOBODY CAN TAKE MY PRECIOUS NOW.

...Tempest, if you're reading this, please don't take that as a challenge.)

~Friend X (which is kind of a cool name, really. Maybe I'll adopt it... and how would you censor it then, huh? Huh?)