BLLLLAAAAHHHH bad mood....vent

[florida-again]

my sisters (12 + 15) are both going to parties tonight while I'm stuck at home, by myself, in my dressing gown, writing the most boring essay ever.

They've both come into my room to ask if I think they look ok in their dresses (translate to mean...'I KNOW I look fabulous in my dress, I just wanted to show off') And of course they do look fabulous.

Yuck....being the oldest SUCKS

 

[hugsquared]

Cindarelle, Cindarelle...poor thing. Sorry you're stuck.

 

[belle_of_the_ball]

being the oldest does suck...my little brother is going to ANOTHER birthday party..nobody has parties any more...and im stuck writing yet ANOTHER script...yuck

 

[florida-again]

Cindarelle, Cindarelle...poor thing. Sorry you're stuck.

Well lucky Cindarelle got to go to the ball...I'm not going anywhere, if I don't do this essay my lecturer is going to be MAD! I bet Cinderelle didn't have to worry about 'the usefullness of considering the perpetrators of the holocaust to be...blah...blah....bleuch'

That Cinderella didn't know how lucky she had it!