I thought I would warn you all before you start reading that this post will be whiny, rant filled, a little angry in parts and generally bitchy. Just forewarning in case you don’t want to hear my rant.
So Mayzie la Bird is a friend of mine. We’re usually on good terms, but as of late she’s been getting on nerves. This happens yearly. We have a good phase then we have a phase where every last thing she does and says to me makes me want to rip her face off and show her how stupid/ ignorant/ insane/ judgmental she’s being. But she doesn’t see it because she’s Mayzie.
A friend from home, we’ll call her Pixie, came to visit this weekend. She’s having a rough time with her beau and he’s being a jerk. So she wanted some comfort. After the week I’ve had, i didn’t quite know if I could comfort her. I’m pretty much dead right now. Amy Pond’s circumstances have gotten better, but she’s still not home. My work load has increased ten fold because my teacher realized she’d left out a major presentation on the syllabus but she wants to keep it in the class anyway. I also have student teaching forms to file, another student teaching meeting this week, so much due, tests, projects, lesson plans, and just so much. (be on the look out for poems about how busy I am)
So I’m tense, a little irritable and trying my best to be sociable. I called up Mayzie’s roommate SteamPunk to ask if we, Pixie and I, could come and get breakfast tomorrow. Last time I spoke to SteamPunk, I expressed an interest in having her and Pixie meet. Pixie, with her rough time, could always use a friend and I think they’d be really good friends. SteamPunk said yes and I was all happy cause we were gonna get breakfast and be happy.
Then Mayzie writes on my facebook wall, for all the internet to see, and I quote “Way to not call me that Pixie was here! And way to scare SteamPunk and I since we thought something was wrong. Way to be.” (Names have been changed).
Normally, this would have prompted a sorry your highness response and a very snarky commentary. but after the week I’ve had an the weeks I’m going to have, I just lost my shit. I was angry and hurt and kept thinking, you could have just texted me.
First off bitch, Pixie came to visit me. ME. Not you. I do not have to alert you every time someone from home visits me.
Second, I get that you care, but a call in the relatively early hours of the evening asking for breakfast is not cause for scare, concern, or worry. SteamPunk did not freak out, but was just curious as to why I called. Maybe you were worried. WHY? Because I called to ask about breakfast? so yes, thank you for guilting me too.
Finally, you sound like a goddamn thirteen year old. Grow up Mayzie.
There… I think I feel better. I’m just… normally this wouldn’t phase me at all, but I’m so stressed about Amy Pond in the hospital and I’m dealing with a lot of her stuff, mainly family and giving information which I am not great at. I’ve got so much work and my expenses for the summer are already taking over my bank account because I have to get pool membership so I can take the kids I nanny, there’s an iPad to be bought for classes and such next year, and much more to the list.
Thank god for my boy, he’s gets me through so much.
Thank god for Azure Lights too, she’s been super helpful and an amazing listener the past few days.
There, now I actually feel better.
I’m off to meet up with Pixie and then get to the dining hall for breakfast with SteamPunk and Mayzie. To top it off, I look fucking fantastic.
Eat your heart out bitch