Day 26: Rant

I officially hate men (people in general, but specially men) wielding weed eaters. I do not dive a donkey's rear about them "trying to help, and it's the thought that counts" . I Don't care. I'm starting to hope it rains consistently from now until schools out because every weekend I spend working on outside stuff, clean up, or hay, or horses or other stuff. EVERY SINGLE ONE SINCE IT GOT REMOTELY WARM. I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's really upsetting me because I can't just, ya know, chill. I went to the slam yesterday but afterwards? You guessed it, I had more work to do. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! It really isn't my mom, it's kind of one of her friends trying to help. Did I mention how much I hater people trying to help? Any way, it seems like nothing can wait, I mean seriosly, how much more school is left? Can't it wait? I mean, I still have homework to do, I don't need to worry about what plants are being chopped to pieces now. And that's kind of what this started on, the guy mutalated my beloved Irises. My favorite flower ever! And they're mostly chopped into tiny little pieces. I already warned you, I'm ranting. I really don't want any comments, because I'll kill the person who tells me I'm supposed to be good and help or the next person who gives sympathy because A- you don't mean it and B- I hate pity.