The Best Sunday/The Worst Sunday

Today was one of the greatest days I've had in a while:

I spent the day with some of the greatest people. I'm really beginning to realize what great people I've surrounded myself with. (:

Blasting music and singing at the top of our lungs in my car (to mostly Ke$ha and some Nsync)
Buying matching shirts that are different colors
A new key necklace <3
Hurricane simulator machine shenanigans
BEASTLY!!!! Alex Pettyfer, enough said. "WASSSSUPPPPPP?" Love that movie.
Tons of laughing
Random conversations
Meaningful conversations
Janis' perfect prom dress
Glitter everywhere

Random little girl in dressing room: SUCK IT INNNNNNN.
Sister of little girl: I can't suck in my boobs!
Janis: YOU'RE AWESOME
Little girl: But I'm only seven!
Janis: You're still awesome. I was awesome when I was seven!
Me: ....No, you weren't.

"You're a typo."
"You're a sentence fragment."
"You're a run on sentence."
"You're an improperly conjugated verb!"
Laura: "...What am I?"
"You're a question mark."
Laura: O:

Sydney: "You're an irregular square and that's not even possible!"

Jessie (While watching Beastly): "....That must be some strong roofies."

Me: "Janis and Sydney are all glittery from a dress Janis tried on at JCPenney."
Jamie: "So what's your excuse?
Me: O:

Me: "I hope Jamie can find my car to put her stuff in it."
Sydney: "I wouldn't be so worried about her finding it, but more worried about her stealing it."


There were some downsides to my day, which included pointless drama, something blown out of proportion, but I choose to not concentrate on it.

I'm just that kind of girl that needs to feel comfortable. I'm made easily uncomfortable and being around people who have made me feel uncomfortable/were rude to me/called me names doesn't make me so comfortable. When I express this to the people I'm closest to, I expect seriousness back, not the constant cracking of jokes or comments that really don't make me feel all that better but actually much worse. All I wanted was to let them know how I felt and now it's this huge issue... Sigh. I'd like to think it'd blow over. Soon. Tomorrow? Please?

Sometimes I hate that I get so uncomfortable that I get physically sick, but it's how I'm wired. I can't help it.

Why does it seem everybody likes the bad guy? He's full of himself. Thinks he's smarter than everybody. He's rude. Obnoxious. He humiliated me in front of everybody. Called me a bitch. A fatass. They shouldn't be allowed to win. I shouldn't have to look bad because I don't want to be around them.

End of rant.