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Mistress Cupcakkes Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 11:23 pm
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Mistress Cupcakkes Captain
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Mistress Cupcakkes Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 11:27 pm
 [ ♫ ] [ ϟ ] [ ♫ ]☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ » COUNTDOWN: 10-weeks; 4-days
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Didn't have the best weekend. It was okay, but definately could have and should have been better.
I got really pissy yesterday because my mom took this really ugly picture of me and it showed me looking like I had no chin thanks to all the stupid fat under my chin. It tend to do that a lot when I have my head tilted up and it really gets to me.
Well, I told my mom to ******** delete it, then she brings the camera over to Cole. I stromed inside and went up to my room and layed on my bed. My mom came up a bit later claiming that she didn't even show him that picture but showed him one of the other ones. I don't believe her. She probably just was trying to make it so I wasn't mad at her. Then she said she'd have me sit there and watch her delete it. Didn't make me feel any better at all. She should have deleted it when I told her to.
I ******** HATE it when people take pictures of me. They turn ou looking like crap and then I have no power to delete it or force them to, and they can do whatever they want with it. She said she wasn't going to be showing it to anyone; but then why would she even need that picture? She had other pictures anyway.
Then today, I got really crabby when we all went to this Swap-o-Rama thing.
It was SO hot, and I was wearing a big black shirt and big baggy/fuzzy pants. Plus there was a whole bunch of people there. The ceiling fans in there didn't help at all. And my mom tried getting me a Japanese fan, but that didn't do me any good either because I was still sweaty and hot everywhere else, PLUS my arm started hurting from having to constantly wave the fan since I'd get hot immediately after I stopped.
Cole tried to be nice and do the fanning for me, but I took it away from him and told him that I might as well just let my face sweat since I already was everywhere else. And the pants I wore are that really baggy kind to where your upper legs are kinda touching; so I was really sweaty between my upper legs and that made it really uncomfortable to walk; which made me even more crabby.
Cole got a few things, but then started making a big deal about me needing to get something too. So we went back to this engraving stand that we saw when we first walked in. The people at the stand and Cole too, all made me feel rushed; more crabbyness. I actually started to show the crabbyness at that point. They all ket asking me which kind of think I wnted engraved. There were different choices of necklaces, keychains, and bracelets; I have a hard time making up decisions most of the time when money's involved. Even after I told Cole to be patient and the ladies left me alone to decide, I still felt rushed and getting hotter by the minute and not liking standing in one spot for so long.
We ended up getting matching silver chain-like bracelets. He got one that has my name engraved on it, and I got one with his name engraved on it. I wish I could have gotten his last name on it too.
Once we got back to the house and I got cooled off in front of my fan, I was alone in my room (to change out of my sweaty clothes) and I put the bracelet on.
I started crying and slid it off and threw it inside my jewelry box. Stupid bracelet is too big for my liking and it really really irritates me.
Plus I looked at the engraving (I didn't bother to when we got it done; just shoved it in my pocket because I wanted to leave ASAP), and you can BARELY read his name on there. My name looks okay on his, but on mine it's not deep enough.
I didn't even say much of anything for like 2-3 hours. And then I started getting pissed off because everyone kept trying to guess what was wrong. Stupid things like pregnancy hormones, being hungry, being tired, still hot, etc.. It's never just hormones. I have actual reasons for how I feel, the hormones sometimes just boosts my emotions a bit. And that bracelet really means a lot to me. I love that now he's walking around wearing a bracelet with my name engraved in it. And I love that I have a matching one. But I can't even wear it now without getting all upset and frustrated.
My mom said my step-dad will look at it and see if he can figure out how to make it smaller. But that's not a definate possibility, and it doesn't solve the depth of the engraving. If there's nothing we can do about that, I'm probably going to end up going over it with a black sharpie pen and hope that it works and doesn't smear.
And now I'm pissed off again because my mom uploaded the pictures she took of everyone this weekend to the computer for me (I have to wait until tomorrow to upload mine because this computer's a piece of s**t and won't let me upload from my camera - I have to use my mom's laptop to upload them and she was busy doing schoolwork on it). And I saw some pictures of me that she took that I didn't know about.
Pictures that look just as ******** bad as the other one I got really upset about. She probably already has them uploaded to her laptop or whatever and isn't going to delete them. As childish as it sounds, I don't even want to talk to her until those pictures are GONE. I have really strong feelings about people having shitty pictures of me like that, pregnant or not I HATE it.
My hair looks like crap in all of the pictures too which makes me feel even worse.
Well, here's 2 of the pictures my mom took today on our way in to Hooters (Cole's first time eating there - the wings weren't hot enough for them and the peppers didn't help either, so he doesn't really like it much; I'm actually starting to like the nachos w/ meat & cheese at Taco Bell better than Hooters).
My mom was trying to get a picture, and I blocked my face cause frankly I looked like s**t and I felt like it too. Cole tried getting my arm out of the way so you could see my face in the picture, but as you can see, no luck at first.
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Not so happy Rainbow in this picture; Cole didn't care though, he wanted a picture with me still and kissed me to try to make everything all better. This was all when I was really upset about the bracelet. See, the one he's got on is the one with my name engraved in it. He put it on right after we got it done.
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