My cell phone magically died.

So... Today... Yeah. Woke up, made coffee, read my book, fucked around on Facebook, cleaned my room, organized my closet, got rid of all the Goodwill shit that's been in my closet for forever, took a shower, got ready, tried on my prom dress, had my grandma pin it to start the getting-it-taken-in process (something about having long legs, boobs, a butt, and a tiny waist makes dress makers hate you and never make things in your size without adjustments) I did my makeup a new way and it looked fantastic, my hair looked good, my clothes were all pretty...
Then I went to look at houses with my mom and her fiance, whom I hate, my sisters (who still live with them), my grandma who is their realtor, and her fiance's mom. Well her fiance has this whole idea that four year olds are actually capable of listening for more than two seconds and that the more you yell at something the better it listens. Well needless to say after the fifth time he screamed at my four year old sister, I was ready to punch him. I wanted to scream. I was so pissed. I already hate him and that's only part of the reason. We go to the next house and it's no better. I just want to scream my head off and I can't because the kids are around. Mind you my mother letting him is NOT helping.
So we go from there to the next house, which is just as bad. I give my sisters kisses goodbye before they go and don't say a word to my mother or Ryan, though I doubt they noticed.

Then I go to a BPO (broker price estimate) with my grandma. Which is in White Cloud. We get lost and drive around for about an hour before finding this place by sheer dumb luck.
It was annoying.

And at this point I pull my phone out of my pocket and realize the screen is broken and I can't see ANYTHING on it. WONDERFUL. REALLY. I was so pissed.

I just kind of hate today. I don't want tomorrow to happen. But it has to. And tomorrow means I get to see Sam. So... win? Sure win. Idk.