Actually, come to think of it, I didn't really do much today, except for shopping. And I am so tired from it. I painted my nails for a change. I finally got to noticing that the chipped off blue polish was looking kind of shabby, so I repainted them lavender. They look really nice, actually. One thing I'm usually good at is painting nails. If I feel like it. If I don't, they are all messed up and I get paint all on my hands.
The people downstairs broke the toilet. Don't ask me how they did it. My dad is working on it now, trying to install a new one that he just went and got. I mean, that thing is from the 1920's, and I don't understand how anyone could have broken it. That thing is made of like, bricks or something. Well, leave it to them. They broke the sink off of the wall, and now the toilet. I think they are bathroom abusers.
Someone was mean to me today. Can you believe it? I didn't even do anything wrong this time. I was getting on the bus with my sister and Kerri, and I gave my sister change to put in. She only has to pay thirty cents because she's twelve years old. I have to pay sixty. So, Kerri puts in her money, then Kat, and then me.
The bus driver said to me, "Hey, you only put in thirty cents. It's sixty."
At first I thought he was talking to my sister, so I said to him, "She's only twelve, and that's thirty cents."
Then, he said to me, "Well, you sure don't look like you're twelve. It costs sixty cents."
Soooo, then I said, "Listen, I put in sixty cents!"
Then he said, "No, you didn't."
Then I said, "Yes, I did!" I was really pissed off now, and I started taking out thirty cents to put in the little money thing to make him happy. Then he said to me (as if I needed to hear any more from him *grr*), "Forget it. Just remember that next time it's sixty. If you don't give the right amount, I'll throw you off the bus."
Oh this guy was really hilarious. Now he threatens to throw me off the bus. Listen mister, I hardly think that you need another thirty cents for the MBTA anyway. You all are doing just fine, I'm sure. I was so mad, because when you're right, you're right. He ruined my whole day, and even my new backpack didn't look so nice after that. It's people like him that make me dread going into public. Always a fear of confronatation. Stupid man, stupid bus, argh!
Well, on the way home, Kat and Kerri picked me some flowers, that were supposed to make me feel better. It kind of helped, but I was still not to happy. I am okay now, but I need sleep.