There are a lot of swears so beware.

So today I left the house in flip flops because it was warm out today. And today is also the last day of this 2 week film camp I’m in. The university branch it’s held in is train accessible.

So the train is fuckin packed lemme tell ya. And at station O, this woman in stilettos gets on. As the train starts up again, she loses her balance and damn near breaks my toenails with her stiletto. Pause here.

For the past couple of days, I’ve been struggling with my two big toes, they both decided to get ingrown toenails at the same time. It hurt to walk in my shoes everyday and I had to limp on Wednesday. Today the toe that got infected (left) swelled down as the other (right) swelled up simultaneously.

So the woman stomped my left foot. She gets off after this. THAT WAS FML #1.

FML #2

The station after stiletto bitch gets off. City centre. ¾ of the train always gets off at this stop. Anyway, it’s the stop before mine, mine is the terminus station. So I literally have nowhere to go as everyone around me is moving out. So I’m standing in the middle of the train waiting for everybody to get off so I can move.

Then.

This.

Fucking.

Cunt.

This 25-30 year old guy decides to be a fucking asshole and literally says:

Why are you just standing there?!

So after he gets off with everyone else, he stops and glares at me as I finally get to move. I had headphones on so I was a little delayed with my rage and ‘fuck everything related to this day or FERTTD’. In my head I’m like “well I have nowhere to go dude” or “this isn’t my stop dickwad”.

FML #3

I finally get to the camp 5 minutes late. I hate being late. I get to the editing suite and my group (3 other girls and 1 boy) has dumped all of their shit on the last chair so now I have nowhere to sit. Fucking rude.

FML #4

Not 1 hour later, they’re already on my case for not doing anything productive and not sitting on a chair like the rest of them. I say “well maybe if you didn’t dump all your shit on the last chair in the room I would be sitting wouldn’t i?” And of course they tell me I could’ve just gotten another chair because nobody takes accountability for their actions nowadays.

And then I find out that my assigned computer is being dumb and won’t turn on. So now even if they did give me anything productive to work on, I can’t do it. So now I’m looking at memes and watching YouTube on my phone as everyone else is working. I even ask for things to do but they say that they are already working on them. So memes and YouTube are keeping me from killing my group, the camp director, (him and I had another issue which I can put into another post if you read that or I might just put it at the end of this post) and tracking down those cunts from the train and killing them. Or just saying fuck it, this and all of you and just going home and playing sims 4.

FML 5

It’s after lunch and I’m still doing nothing except this time, the computer corrected itself so now it’s working. I’m watching hamburger memes in the corner of my screen as I get flack from my group for still not doing anything productive at all today. Fuck them. Fucking hypocrites. They don’t give me anything to do and then they give me shit for having nothing to do.

By 2pm I’m laughing myself silly as I look at pictures of food like noodles, pizza, apples, grapes, falafels, bananas, and cheese. So Aaron, the boy in our group is like “wHy ArE yOu LoOkInG aT pIcTuReS oF cHeEsE?” And i say “because y’all aren’t giving me anything productive to do so I’m finding shit to do” and so after my giggles wear off, I look at room tone for out kitchen scene since I forgot to record room tone in that room on Tuesday when we were filming. So I spend 20 minutes looking for this perfect recording on freesound.org and after I say that I have found room tone for the scene, they’re like “oh we won’t need it” and I’m like “oh so I just wasted 20 minutes looking for something we didn’t need?” And they feel bad and they’re like “noo” but I say “no I know I did it’s fine I’ve wasted time before whatever”. I then look at fonts for my aspiring YouTube channel intro. My group says “why are you looking at fonts?” And I say “it’s better than looking at pictures of cheese Aaron!”

FML 6

Towards the end of the day at like 3pm, lily and veronika (fuck your privacy) decide to go down to the grocery store that is not even a 30 second walk from the entrance of our building to get snacks. And so I’m like “I’ll go it’ll get me moving at least”. We get down there and I b-line for my favourite happy planet juice. Gotta love em.

So after they toss their 4 bags of gummies onto the checkout conveyer belt, I put my juice on the belt too, lily, who is paying, says “umm are you paying for that?” I say “uhh I thought you were paying” and she says “yeah not for that I’m not”.

At this point in the day, I’m so done that I don’t care how Shitty or rude what I say is. I’m already a blunt and honest person to begin with.

So I say “fine then I’ll put it back” and I do as they apologize insincerely and profusely.

That’s another thing I hate, insincere apologies. Those who deliver them make me want to punch them in the nose until they say it with care behind it, then slap them when they’re done. And walk away as they grovel on the floor.

I go back to the building as they’re still talking about how horrible being a teen mom must be. Bitches.

I get back to our suite and all of what they bought has dairy and gluten in them. Both of which I can’t have. As they open the bags and hand out serving before we screen our final cut of our film, I say for the third time that I can’t have dairy. Then this is when they yell at me.

Yes.

Yell.

I may be 3 years younger than than them at the most, but that’s no excuse to belittle and scold me like a fucking child. Granted, I’m only 14 but even my mother doesn’t talk to me that way.

I mean we do put in the effort to have a good relationship so I can actually trust her and tell her things so we don’t have to fight but still, she knows I hate it when I get yelled at. Especially by someone who thinks that they are the bigger and better person. It’s happened too many times to me in my life.

Anywho, lily, who is the oldest, says to me “this happens every time we offer you food. Why are you so picky about food?”

I am nowhere near a picky eater. Never have been. Never will. I can’t understand those who are. I did try to be a picky eater but my mom said that if I wanted to eat cool food in Paris later, that’d I have to drop the habit. So I did happily.

So I got up and said “lily, don’t you ever talk to me that way.” And left the room.

Speaking of mom, we text practically all day so she knows what I’m up to. It’s also fun to have a best friend to talk to too. So I of course am saying what’s happening to me. I told her that at 9:38 I was ready to pack my shit and leave.

My group invites me to sit at their table. I say no both times as they ask twice. Mom phones me. “Grab your bag and leave. Come to me I’m almost done at work anyways.” After watching what a disgusting disappointment our film turned into, I do. I leave at 3:30 with 30 minutes left of class.

FML 7 (yes I know)

I’m trying to get off the train at my stop and this dumbass bitch won’t move. I squeeze past her and I’m sure I rubbed her makeup off with my backpack. She grunts, groans, then mutters bitch under her breath. I look back at her and make direct eye contact. She looks back. I give her the ‘you wanna say something’ nod. She realizes I heard her and panics to look at her phone. Fucking dumbass.

I’m done now. I might add the camp director story later but I need to get to bed. Night.