So it's my friend Lindsay's quincinera (imagine a tilde over the 'n' please) tonight, and I have to leave in two hours, and I'm not ready at all.
My sandals, which are the only shoes I own which are not sneakers and do not pinch my toes, are not here. They are in my mother's car. She is far, far away at work, so I have no footwear.
I cannot do my hair by myself. I have tried, but it leaves me with painful arms, snarling in frustration. Pyrae is not here to help me. She said she would be back soon but she isn't here and I need her.
There is nothing to eat in this house. Unless I find something, I will not be eating until six. This is not a huge problem, as I have gone up to thirty hours without food previously, but the hunger pangs are not helping my mood.
I got sunburnt at the lake yesterday, and now every time i move the straps of my dress cut into my shoulders and ow. Can't wrinkle my nose, either.
Mom insists that I have to bring a purse tonight. I don't do purses. I find them stupid and bulky, and the ones that are small enough to be worth considering are painfully fancy. So I have no purse, and I don't want one, but I need one.
And as if none of this is bad enough? I got six hours of sleep last night. I can function on six hours of sleep, but my eyes hurt and I have a headache.
On the plus side, I fixed Word, and Janet has met Paul on the Sims so I can begin my plots to make them get married.
My sandals, which are the only shoes I own which are not sneakers and do not pinch my toes, are not here. They are in my mother's car. She is far, far away at work, so I have no footwear.
I cannot do my hair by myself. I have tried, but it leaves me with painful arms, snarling in frustration. Pyrae is not here to help me. She said she would be back soon but she isn't here and I need her.
There is nothing to eat in this house. Unless I find something, I will not be eating until six. This is not a huge problem, as I have gone up to thirty hours without food previously, but the hunger pangs are not helping my mood.
I got sunburnt at the lake yesterday, and now every time i move the straps of my dress cut into my shoulders and ow. Can't wrinkle my nose, either.
Mom insists that I have to bring a purse tonight. I don't do purses. I find them stupid and bulky, and the ones that are small enough to be worth considering are painfully fancy. So I have no purse, and I don't want one, but I need one.
And as if none of this is bad enough? I got six hours of sleep last night. I can function on six hours of sleep, but my eyes hurt and I have a headache.
On the plus side, I fixed Word, and Janet has met Paul on the Sims so I can begin my plots to make them get married.
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