geesh! Arg! oh, just shut UP!

so my parents are like, well, its all your fault that your sister ripped up the cotton balls you need for the egg drop project for school. yah, they think that rolling up the bag and specificly telling her, no, awww, that doesnt matter, why should it? MY sister, she was totally innnocent, she was just- booooooooored or summit. Gawd! so they go on ranting, and raving, saying "i ought to know better" and im thinking, like, wtf, except I dont swear, and so i didnt say squat. Anyways, rthen the other sister comes in, and she starts complaining about sister number 1, shew did blabidyblabidyblah, and right away, step dad gets his big old corny "pity me" voice and tells her how he'll go talk to her right away, and hoiw sis#2 did the right thoing by telling, and all this sh@*. As I said, i dont tdo this swearing thing, like some boys at the scholl, they go around sayin' you s***, you s***, to all the folks they see, I think its pathetic, just like them, all they ,know how to say is you s***, you s***. But thats off topic. My English teacher sias, never get off topic, otherwise, start a new paragraph, so im like, ok
see, i started a new paragraph, and then, ya know, she starts talking agsain, least sahe's not like the parents, they talk too, but theysa always complainin' 'bout summit that im doin'. Ya know, its typical, xept they dont do squat to my sisters, no, theyre just sweet little darlins and Im like, ************************** if ya get me point. god, wats the problem, whadjja do, feel the pea I put under yer twenty mattreses? It makes me wanna PUKE! So anyway, they go off, start dealin with sis1, and im like, watevs, mate. if at heart, all they are is al dumpload of ****ers, then there aint squat I can do bout it. Ya think thats what I think? nooooooo. They go, and they read my blog, and theys all are sayin, ah, she's just a moody ol' preeteen, and Im like, that may be, but Im wat yalls got, so TOUGH. DEAL WITH IT! God!
arg!
yours calmly, serenely, understandably, and all that jazz,
God, y do i gotta write my name, just lok at the flipping blog title andf put 2 and 2 together. and dont go round tellin me its five, cause I jjusrt AINT IN THE MOOD, OK?
jeez.
fine
the names dagny
happy?
good.
not.

Ps
I dont even want to know wat this color is called, i hate, detest, abhore, it. (Happy, mrs. English teacher who likes funky words, show not tell, blah blah blah, but you get the idea, ok)