Life totally knows I'm not feeling good.
You know how I know that?
Because I NEVER get scolded and in the past 24 hours, I've been scolded three times.
The first time you could almost say was poking fun because it was at the Ren Faire and it was because he thought I wasn't reverancing the Queen. He still shouted at me in front of about a hundred people.
Then, in choir, I've been told before that if you aren't singing, you don't have to follow along. Today, we had visitors so, in front of three strangers and a choir of 70 girls, I was told that that was not in fact the case. And, to add insult to injury, that it "made him feel bad."
THEN, I come home. I'm still not well enough to really speak and my throat hurts, so I make some mac and cheese. I didn't have enough water in the pot and I let it go too long so there was a substantial amount of pasta on the bottom of the pot. I put it in the sink to soak. Mum comes home and rips me a new asshole about how I never clean up after I cook. HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO SCRUB THAT OUT WITHOUT LETTING IT SOAK FIRST?!
So fuck you, Universe. Fuck you.