Went to the mall last sunday.did some shopping for the kids and grocery.Bought myself a pair of new jeans,problem is,just notice now that when I asked for a new stock the sales clerk gave me the wrong style and size.Now I have to go back and return the pants.
Been beading alot since sunday.made some cool and some girly accessories.
Killing time now waiting
still so lazy to go and get my jeans exchanged at the mall.its so hot outside.
My dad's being annoying, wouldn't let me drive the car so I have to commute and it sucks coz its burning outside.
I hate this.
Why did they have to let me come home.what for?
urgh
I'm feeling major resentment now
its making me teary.
crap