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I'm in a bad mood now.

This afternoon I went to the graduation ceremony at my college to see some of my friends graduate. I almost didn't even get in cuz apparently now you need tickets to get in, which they had never done before this year. Luckily this nice family had an extra ticket and let me have one. But by the time I got into the auditorium, there were no seats left. I was told I could stand in the back if I went to the other side of the gym. When I got there, I was told that no standing was allowed in the gym. You had to have a seat or you had to be in the lobby. So I got to watch graduation from the doorway. But at least I got to see one of my really good friends give her speech and all.

Then everything was fine until on the way home. I was waiting at a light and this primer grey Dodge Ram Truck pulled up next to me to make a left at the light. And I hear one of the guys in the car say "Fag!" I thought I was just hearing things first off and then I figured they were saying it to each other or something. Then the light turns green and as I'm pulling away I notice in my side mirror, the guy in the passenger's seat looking right at me and says "You're a queer!" and they laugh really loudly. It made me so mad that I wanted to ram my car right into their shitty truck with the stupid ass "Ram Power" decal on the front window. Either that or I wanted to spit my congestion right in his fucking face.

So I was finally over that a little bit and I go into the fridge and see that my parents went to Too Jay's and brought me home a sandwich. The last 4 or 5 times we've gone there I've gotten a Turkey BLT which I enjoy a lot. I used to get the Italian Combo but they make the Turkey BLT so good that I get that now instead. So I'm opening the thing and my dad asks me if I always get it on a club roll. Which the answer is no, I get it on the egg bread. That's when I notice that they got me the Italian Combo. And he acts like I'm crazy when I said that I've been getting the Turkey.

Then my mom comes home and knocks on my door asking me why I'm lying about the sandwich. Because that's the sort of thing I would lie about. And I mention the turkey and she says "Well you think I pay attention to what you eat when we're in the restaurant?" To which I say to my brother "Can you believe that? They don't pay attention to what I eat." and he thinks I'm out of line for being insulted by this. I mean honestly, how would you feel if you're the only child left in the house and your parents can't even pay attention to what sandwich you order when you go out to a restaurant that you go to fairly regularly?

It makes me wonder what else they don't have the time to pay attention to.

So what I learned today is that I'm ungrateful and a queer and a fag as well.

*Edit*

You know those times when you're sick and you just sorta sit in bed with blankets on you and watch TV? Not really laying down or anything but just kinda sitting cross legged. That's me right now. I have stupid congestion in my chest. I need someone to take care of me.