November 27, 2007
I hate waiting. I think of all things, that what I hate the most. So imagine how awful my mood was after sitting inside the van for two hours in horrible traffic, waiting for my brothers to get done so we could go home, without any dinner? I was mean and unapologetic. I ranted to my friend on the phone within earshot of my brotherís friends. I didnít care if they thought I was rude and impossible. I was hungry and tired. These are the times I donít like myself very much. Iím a more pleasant person when Iím stuffed.