Okay, so I'm so over these ridiculous Capulet parties, I mean really, who do my parents think they are? Mom is trying to get me off my computer to get ready, and, I mean, god, she's running around like a maniac trying to get me ready. Really? Has she looked at the dress she got me? Nurse doesn't even seem to like it and she's like, a million years old or something. It's like, I'm thirteen, Mom, why are you dressing me anyway? Omg she's controlling. Apparently this guy, Paris or something, is going to be at the party tonight and her and dad want me to, like ,marry him or something. I told her I'd give him a chance, but honestly if she likes him he's probably a total loser. I mean, we're nobility, what's the point of being rich if you have to do all this peasant, arranged-marriage stuff?
All of that fighting stuff with the Montagues started again and the Prince is pretty irritated about it, so hopefully no one does anything stupid tonight. I mean, if I'm going to actually go to another one of these boring parties, it better not be made even more horrible by all of that pointless drama. I mean, thanks but no thanks, I have better stuff to worry about, like this Paris guy. Ugh.
I mean, really mom?
#selfie
This is just totally how I'm feeling tonight, it's legit defining my life perfectly:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGR65RWwzg8
