Whee, Trouble

So, yeah. Yesterday I went to help at the school and end up screwing a few things up due to the fact I'm so tired. I did paperwork for the most part until Adam and Arthur FINALLY showed up at fricken 4pm when they were gunna come at like 10 or 11 and help. So they come and say they'll stay until 6.30. So I help them and Jimmy move crap out to the dumpster and move drama stuff because Mr.Tarr suddenly informs us that these huge piles of crap need to be moved out by Thursday. So if you haven't seen the big room, well, it's full of s#!t. And there is a drama performance on Thursday so we need to get to it. Then I told them I need to go give my grandma dinner and that I'm starving too. So they drive me home and I maker her dinner and inform her that I'll be home after I'm done eating and working at the school. So we go get dinner and eat and all at the school and then finish what the people ask of us because they can't do it themselves and all. So then I told them I need to get home and all and we discuss the next day. Well here it is-the next day-and I'm not doing s#!t. I go home and see my parents are there, grab my crap, and go. I get the "Where the hell were you?!" usual and try to explain but figure I'm screwed either way, whether the reason I wasn't there and didn't call was justifiable or not. So I'm doing a short explanation and get off alright I guess but then I try to go do dishes in the kitchen and almost start to get a panic attack because my hands are going numb and I'm short of breath and am struggling to breathe at all and my head is kind of fuzzy. Luckily my parents didn't see it. So i strugle to not drop all the dishes and run and take 3 Advil, almost 4. Then I go to my room and try to calm down and call Jimmy explaining to count me out for work the next day. then I finally got to sleep but had some really cool dreams along the way. I'm not quite sure what happened but it wasn't that fun. So all I'm stuck with now is doing a bunch of $#!tty chores, and I'm starving but not planning on eating at all. Lately whenever I've been hungry, I don't eat. So I'm sure I'll get more crap for my late appearance tonight but I don't really care. Last summer I got crap because of my cleaning methods. I got a lovely phone call at my friends house that said "I told you to clean the damn kitchen and you didn't do it all the way and what is your problem and forget it, you aren't going anywhere else for the rest of the summer!" and all that bull. Compare it- "You went and snuck out and got drunk-you're not going anywhere for the rest of summer" and "You didn't clean the kitchen the right way-you're not going anywhere else for the summer." Good Lord, and they wonder why I say I wouldn't mind moving out sooner even though it cost more. One fine day, when Evan finally does move out, I'll rent out the studio or w/e and pay them so I won't get as much shit. He lives maybe 15 seconds away and the amount of crap he gets is like 90% less even though I think that I'm a bit more responsible and have my head on straighter and yet they don't trust me and they trust him. He still lives at home and he's 26 and I'm 16 and plan to go to college. He's not a bad guy but my parents are just funny that way. Gee no wonder I wanted to stay at Parker Dam another week. If I couldn't quite remember then, I sure as hell do now. Once I drive and actually have a job, I'll drive my little ass down to Jacumba and stay there awhile during summer and that'll be that. Hahaha, I'm done bitching now and being an "unreasonable teenager". As long as I keep on laughing at it all, then I think I'll be alright. And if I end up more screwed up then I am now, follow the advice of the shirt that says "Blame my parents" except mine will be "Blame my parents...and Linda" because that last thing I'll ever need is somebody dictating me and screaming at me and lecturing me and trying to scare me into following rules the way Linda did. And who could that be now? Hahaha.