Have You Ever Felt...

Have you ever felt that no matter what you do it still won't be good enough?
Do you ever feel that you're so stresssed out you just need to say, "I'm done" and just quit everything?

Hi, my name is Kaeli and I'll be your tour guide on this magical world known as.... MY FREAKING LIFE!!

Here's what my scedule looks like.
Monday: homeafter school, babysitting sister, Pathfinders, rehearsel
Tuesday: babysitting three kids after school, rehearsel
Wednsday (sorry if I spelt it wrong): Babysitting, rehearsel
Thursday: rehearsel
Friday: Babysitting, rehearsel
Saturday: Dance, rehearsel
Sunday: rehearsel, church

Here's what my school scedule looks like.
Day 1: Yearbook
Day 2: Concert Band
Day 3: MCIC
Day 4: nothing, yay!
Day 5: nothing, hurray!
Day 6: Live, Student Council, yearbook

This may sound like a lot of complaining, and yes I'm sure there is someone out there who is saying, "hey I do waaaaay more then that and I don't complain!"
I don't care! This is my venting blog, which means I am going to vent on all the things in my life that seem utterly retarded! If you don't wanna listen to all my crap, don't go on my blog!

Sorry about that, don't take anything I just said personally, I'm just trying to do this so I don't bundle it all up inside of me and then one day I'll just explode and become a giant ball of crying, complaining stressed out crap.

Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to go do a million pushups, jumping jacks, crunches and against the wall pushups to make myself feel better. *sigh* gotta keep myself in shape.

Peace

Venting Through My Vents

I have created this new blog because I wanted to have a blog where I can solely vent about my problems without worrying about cluttering up my other blog. Feel free to not look at this as you may not want to read it, it may be depressing. Or funny, depending on the mood your in. So here goes.

Today I had the WORST possible day. It started off fun, during science and math we did a fun activity called penny boats. However half way through class people started accusing me of cheating because I had managed to fit over 20 pennys in my boat. Then they were saying that I had way too much, clay and there was no way I could have measured a precise 20 grams. I argued with them saying that I had just stretched my clay really thin, and that was the truth. They were saying I was a liar. Now I've been called a lot of names in my time, but I cannot deal with being called a cheater and a liar. So I asked Mr. Hanson if I could go back to the room and read my book, because if I had stayed I would have probably either end up bursting into tears or freaking out at them. And that was just the beginning.

Later in Home Ec, I didn't have any of the previos jerks in my class (thank goodness) so I didn't have to deal with any of their crap. But you know those big, thick heavy metal shears used to cut fabric. Yeah, I dropped a pair on my toe. It's nothing compared to slamming you fingers in a car door, but it hurts. I had already been having bad luck with injuring my feet at school so when I dropped a rock on it later that day, lets just say I was about to have a spaz attack.

This is already a pretty long journal entry, and I wanted to do some more loggin before I go to sleep so cheerio. Hope your day was better than mine.