The family drama from Thanksgiving has returned for Christmas. Mostly a he-said-she-said thing that I won’t get into. Basically my grandparents are getting old. You all recall that post right? If not here it is.

With my grandparents being brought up in a conversation the mention of cancer comes up also. My Noni survived breast cancer, she had it a few years ago. With the mention of cancer Heather comes to mind. I’ve been wondering how she’s been doing. I haven’t heard from her in such a long time, whenever she posted last. My heart goes out to her, and I truly hope she’s doing alright.

It’s been one of those days where I say “I need a drink” almost every other minute. But since I don’t drink, and ice water is something I drink everyday I figured I might as well borrow izaamak’s saying “I want ice water.” I changed it a little to be more like me so that I was actually saying “I need ice water.” Just thought I’d put that random bit in there.

Holidays are meant to be a time of happiness and joy right? All they seem to bring is stress and chaos. People are getting in fights, actual honest to goodness fights. Just the other day there was a fight that resulted in a life threatening injury over an iPod. Really people? And then there are the family issues. All this hullabaloo about who’s cooking what dinner item and where the party’s going to be and blah blah blah. I almost don’t like holidays. So much trouble goes into one day with little results. I’m considering not celebrating them when I’m older. But then, I’m going to move to Greece and live in peaceful solitude.

Sorry this post is so random but I wanted to get these thoughts out. So you’re just going to have to deal with my thought process lol. The fact that I’m sitting in an odd position so that no one can see my screen really isn’t helping things either.

Well considering I woke up at 2pm today it might sound silly calling it a long day but it really does feel like it’s dragged on. I’ve had literally zilch to do. Glad I don’t have many more days to go at college though till the new year. Just Wednesday and Thursday.

I’m seeing Rosie tomorrow can’t wait! We are just going to spend the day at mine and watch some movies and snuggle up.

We’re going to the college party on Thursday too with her two best friends Molly & Isabelle. Should be a laugh and I’ll make sure it is as it’s Rosie’s last chance to have a great time with us really before she moves to Cornwall. I really wish she didn’t have to move away she’s the best thing to ever come into my life in like forever. It’s going to be so hard not seeing her around. I know her friends will miss her too because she’s always there for them.

Anyway role on tomorrow I want to be with her now ♥

Some times I just feel like such a goof. I will say the oddest things or do something really stupid. I hate it. Today for example, you know all the stuff I told you about my sister yesterday? Well I told a table full of my friends the same things except I got a little more detailed because they know who I’m talking about. I felt really bad after words because it was basically slandering my little sister lol. I think it was just meant to be a bad day today because I felt like I was going to cry over a math test. A freakin’ math test! I was seriously unprepared for it and only got two thirds of the way done. I literally guessed for the last half of the test. Anyways my other example of my stupidity is during 6^th period (journalism). We had to interview each other as practice and I got a guy I literally had never said two words to.

I have no complaints about him at the moment, but give it a month, I’m sure I’ll hate him by then lol. So we had to interview each other and since the two of us finished early we decided to play first rock, paper, scissors then tic-tac-toe and finally connect four, because the other two games were boring. So somewhere in the game we came to a pause and it was his turn to go. So I’m waiting and waiting and waiting and I kind of spaced out or looked away for a second or something and he went but I didn’t see. So I’m still waiting for him to take his turn and finally I point out that he could win if he did something. He understood but told me that I still needed to take my turn. I was totally confused and asked him what he had played. He pointed and I felt like such a buffoon. Only I can manage to do something like that. Oh and before that class I was walking up the stares and I zoned out for a second that I actually forgot where I was and what I was doing. Luckily my legs were on auto pilot so I was still walking to class but I managed to forget everything in the world for about 30 seconds. People pay hundreds of dollars for drugs that do that and I can manage to do it without any effort. This is not a good thing lol.

After a long hard day at the office, you come home to sleep. After sleeping for a few hours you find yourself waking up being probed by grey aliens. Words escape you.

So, it’s been a long day, but MoneysavingMom has some great giveaways going on right now! You better get there fast, though because it’s only for 24 hours!

Finally home after an emotional trip and long day.  To bed, I say.

We had to talk about our fears today in Language Arts. Things we had been afraid of when we were 5, 10 and at our current ages. Then we had to get together with our island groups and discuss how we felt we would be doing a month into being on the island.

My group consists of assholes (see here for background information) so they all started listing things they didn’t want. “No blacks, no Mexicans and (looks over at me) no fags.” My teacher notice nothing of course so I was stuck sitting there listening to three guys laugh at my expense. She (the teacher) came over later to tell us that we needed to get to work. Do you not see my note book? I’ve done everything you asked and I’ve had to carry this group through the entire class. She even looked at me when she was talking, so she clearly did not realize what my position in the group was. I stayed late after class, to ask about a book thing, in the hopes she might bring up what my group members had done. I think tomorrow I’ll say something to my group. I don’t care if you don’t like me, but when you start trying to put me down then I get a little annoyed.

That was 5^th so I had Journalism next. No sooner had I sat down then I was bombarded by one of my students. He came over to me and grabbed two fist-full’s of my jacket (which freaked me out because no one ever touches me at school) and then asked me if I would like to buy a Chinese prostitute. WHAT THE HELL?! Then he continued on about how he could get me a Chinese prostitute (in a none too politically correct Chinese accent) and that she would make me a lot of money. I politely declined and told him to get back to his seat. He let me go and straightened out my jacket and then continued on to say that he would give me a good deal, two for the price of one. Again I declined so he gave up.

Like WHAT THE FUCK? Why would you- *shakes head* I don’t even know what to say to that. He was joking of course (that’s just how he is) but it was way over the top.

So uhh… that was how my day went…

I wanted to get this in too. I have to mark down everytime Buttercup loses a tooth lol. 

I just pulled out the last of Buttercups fangs. It was the bottom right one. This is the email I sent to the people we bought her from because they are very interested in how she’s doing. “She was having trouble with it so I just reached into her mouth and plucked it out. It felt so weird! I barely pulled on it and it came right out. I have three of her fangs now (I’m a little bummed that it’s not the complete set hahaha) and I have a random molar. This is the fourth tooth she’s lost in the last five days.”

Today was just about the longest day ever. I was only on campus til about 6:30 – but just the entire day felt fooooooooorrrrrrreeeeeeevvvvveeeeeerrrrrrr.

Doesn’t help that I’m also wearing cranky pants today. grrr. Thankfully, there is always tomorrow.

We’re reading Lord of the Flies in Language Arts and I love that book. We’re only on chapter two (the pace we’re going is maddening) but my teacher is giving us a project already. We were put into groups of three, all of us with our same gender, and guess who I was put with? Yes, the asshole. I’ve written about him before but I can’t find the post centered entirely on him. Anyway, normally I’m a take charge type of person, except when I don’t want to be. So I let him take charge of our little group, trying to issue orders as if he’d know what to do in a plane crash. I was fine letting him take charge. I would be the little voice that told him what to do, receiving no credit but actually being the brains of things. He gave some very basic instructions, telling the other two of us what our job for the first three days would be (he made me the fruit gatherer, go figure.) We needed to come up with a list of things to do, i.e. what our plan would be. Since he and the other group member decided that searching out the marijuana on the island was the first order of business I decided that making my own list would be best.

My list was professional and realistic, using all of the resources of the island to benefit us most in a short amount of time. I went up and presented our my list. I received some oo’s and aah’s from my teacher and then sat down. Once everyone had presented we received a handout which was a kind of grading rubric meant to show how we each participated in the group. Clearly my teacher had not seen that it was I who had done all the work and gave him the credit of being leader. Yes that was my goal except I was planning as if I had been on the actual island. So now he looks all smart and cool due to my good planning. *sigh* I suppose I did bring it on myself. I’m still irritated though because now we have to write a paper on the subject. What am I supposed to say? “Yes, I hadn’t want to struggle for control in a five minute, tiny assignment (as would have been the case) so I let him take control. Except it was my planning, my skill, my knowledge that completed this assignment. He would’ve been lost when it came to organizing things and storing food.” No. I can’t say that in a big essay. It would reveal too much about my nature. I over-think things, strategizing practically everything. But I don’t want people close to me knowing that. I’d just like to be able to point things out and seem extremely intelligent. Hahahaha that’s not too much to ask is it?

There wasn’t much of note today. Just A LOT of homework (which I still haven’t started by the way) but there was something in 6^th that was rather humorous. You might not know but I’m in journalism this year (I can’t write an article worth anything) and several of my friends are also in it. One of my friends is writing a paper about Breast Cancer month and wanted to put in some of the slogans that people use, for example: save the ta ta’s. She and I went down to the display to see what people had written; there was one which had two poke’balls close together and it said “gotta save ‘em all!” Another one said “save the boobies” with the o’s being the Breast Cancer ribbon. After laughing about what people had written I suggested that she should put in “so be a bra and support the boobs” at the end of her article. Get it? Bra as in surfer dude but also bra as in the clothing item? Anyway we laughed hysterically for the next several minutes and she is, in fact, including that in her article. That was how I ended my school day so right after we finished laughing the bell rang and we rushed our separate ways to get the buses. It was dumping rain on the short walk from my stop to my house. I got inside and was met with a big ol’ slobbery lick from Sam, who has recently discovered that I enjoy puppy kisses and so has begun licking me also hahaha. Kira brought me a toy immediately because she only cares about you when you’re throwing a toy. Buttercup couldn’t tell what was happening because she was in the other room so when I finally said “Hello!” I could hear her hop down from the couch, making a loud thud, and then come tearing down the house in search of me (you can “awwwww” now.) Then I was tackled and thrown to the ground by a puppy slightly larger than a football. Suddenly on dog tongue became three and I was struggling to breathe as they all attacked my face. Don’t I get the warmest welcomes when I come home?

My sister had some of her friends sleep over from the late birthday party. One of her friends, T, says he’s gay but my mother and I are very sure he’s not. He sounds straight, he acts straight, and he hangs onto my sister and her friends a little too much if you know what I mean. He has a friend whose bi, and that friend seems to want ever person in the world to be bi. T’s friend was on the phone and wanted to know if the other boy at this party knew that T was gay. T said it about 5 times “yea G knows I’m gay.” He said it so much it was like he was trying to prove to himself that he is gay. Thankfully her friends left about an hour later and I got to enjoy a cozy/sleepy day. The Matrix movies were on all day so I watched them and watched my dogs playing like a bunch of buffoons.

She looks like a little dragon doesn’t she? I love it when she “grins” at Sam. She’s so little that you can’t take her seriously when she’s trying to be vicious.

Sam was rolling around on the floor biting at Buttercup and she was biting back just as much. Aren’t they cute!

I love this one. Her little paw all up. She looks so adorable! Oh I have another story to tell you about my sisters friends, let me just get through this next photo and then I’ll begin my ranting.

Ok you can’t see Sam very well but he’ flipped over belly up, playing tug-o-war with Buttercup. It’s fun to watch them because she’s this little 10 pound dog and he’s like 90. He plays with her gently though which is really cute to watch.

Ok rant time. We have a laser that Buttercup and the cats love to chase around. Well G had gotten a hold of it and was trying to get Buttercup to play but she wasn’t really inot it. So he started point it at me (and I really don’t like any of my sisters friends so that wasn’t really a smart move on his part) so I told him no to point it at me. Then he pointed it at my sisters face so I said “don’t point that at peoples faces, that kind blind people” so he stopped. THEN he pointed it at my little Buttercup’s face to which I said not so nicely “Don’t point that at my dog’s face. That could blind her. If you blind my dog I will kill you (I wasn’t really serious about KILLING him but I certainly would’ve kicked his ass).” G responds “Oh you’re going to be mad if I blind your dog?” He said it in a joking way, clearly not understanding that I would kick his freakin ass if he messed up my baby. “Yea I’ll be pissed!” He stopped after that and then a few minutes later he pointed it right on Sam’s nose. It’s lucky I didn’t jump him then and there. Instead I said “Alright, you’re done. You’ve lost that privilege. Give me it.” He seemed a little take aback by that but I don’t really care. Don’t fuck with my dogs kid, I’ll fuck your shit up without a second thought.

We have something called a late start Friday with my school, where we go to school 90 minutes later than normal. Weeeellll my mom didn’t remember that so she got me up at regular time and when I didn’t get out of bed she came to wake me up again so I told her what the day was and she said “oh sorry” and put the dogs all back in my room to go to sleep for another hour. But then she woke me up 15 minutes later than she normally does for late starts so I figured I’d miss my bus. That said I wait until 10 minutes before the bus is supposed to come and then leave my house to go to my stop (it takes any where from 45 seconds to a minute and a half to get to there). I get to the end of my driveway (it’s very long so you can’t see anything coming down the road from my house) and I get no more than 20 feet down the street then here comes my bus. “This is lucky” I think to myself. That thought was gone in about 2 seconds when the bus blew right by me. There is another bus that goes down my street which is for another school; however it is normally much earlier than my bus so ten minutes difference was not enough for me to recognize that it wasn’t my bus. So I walk back down my drive way and I get to my car port just in time to turn and see my bus drive by. And my driver waits for me because I’m the only one at that stop, so I’ve got to watch as she slowly drives by. She didn’t see me because I didn’t go running out to meet her; I slowly started walking out there. Great I woke up late causing me to miss a bus I thought was mine which in turn made me miss my actual bus. Then I had to wait for 20 minutes before my aunt was up to take me to school. I walked in the class doors seconds after the bell went off. That period I had a test which I know I failed. Then I had a test in third which I’m sure I did better on but also failed. Then during lunch the school was doing some odd game involving throwing tennis balls inside. My friend wasn’t happy about that and said “I swear to freakin God if someone hits me I will shove that ball soooo far down their throat.” Seconds later a ball comes wising over and narrowly avoids hitting one of my other friends in the face and then hits the wall inches above the first friend. Now I’m not religious or superstitious but I told my friend all day (even if it was in a joking manner) that “You’re not right with the lord hahahahaha. You need to pray C; accept Jesus into your heart!” And then I erupted into laughter (sorry to those religious people) because I find religion a little funny. You know how people will sometimes say “praise the lord”? Yea well I have a list of deities I praise. “Praise Zeus, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, and Sheba” shoot I forgot some. I don’t want any of the other gods to feel left out. Because honestly lets be fair, if you’re going to praise one, you gotta mention them all.

Today I feel like Liz Lemon — and by that I mean I was running around like a chicken with its head off. But I did get a lot done and in the end I it made me feel especially efficient and independent.

I woke up extra early yesterday to take Eli to the vet for de-balling and de-clawing and did the same today to go and pick him up. As soon as my alarm went off at 6:30, I got straight to it. I showered and got ready for work, found a way to transform the giant (3×4 feet!) sand-filled litter box into a newspaper shredding litter box, prepared and printed my CV for critique at the Career Center, talked with the vet and picked up Eli, dropped him off at home, hit up McD for breakfast, and made it to work on time.

Then I worked all day and got off in time to make it to the walk-in hours at the Career Center where I went over my CV with some career people. Then I stopped to talk to Jeff for a while in OP before heading to McClain to pick up some transcript request forms. I finally hustled to my car so that I could get to Walmart and pick up some lettuce, hangers, and a fashion mag (my grocery list makes me sound like a starving model). I somehow lost my debit card in Walmart so that is one more thing I have to deal with tomorrow. When I got home, I had to lug a 100,000 pound bag of cat  litter Andy kept saying he would carry up eventually (+ the groceries I had just bought).  All I wanted to do when I got inside was lay down and watch some Netflix but then I had an eerie feeling that something was going on in the litter box room — I discovered that Francis and Eli prefer pooping on the carpet over pooping in the newspaper litter box. So I cleaned diarrhea turds out of the carpet and covered virtually the entire floor with newspaper for the next time they decide to poop in there. UGH, what a day.

Now it is time to unwind. Maybe I will watch a 30 Rock and think about my gurl, Liz Lemon.

I’ll skip right to fourth period since that was the only time of note today. My history teacher (he’s mentioned too many times in the last few months for me to link specifically to anything) didn’t tell us yesterday that we need our text books today and so when all of get to class and find out that we need them we were all a little annoyed. Know what he wanted us to do all period? Read from the books and take notes on a certain chapter. Less than a quarter of the class had their books at school so people were sharing books three per book. I spent my time looking like I was working but instead I wrote a very random and somewhat funny (if you’re into this sort of humour, which normally I am not but I was just soo bored…) story about nothing. I’ll post it later if I have the time. My mom will be home in about ten minutes to take me to the mall so we can go birthday shopping for my sister. I hate shopping in general but I could possibly be getting the iPhone so that would be cool. I have no idea what we’re going to be getting my sister because all she wanted was an iTouch. I’ll tell you when I’m back home, which could be several hours because knowing my mom, we’ll have to look at every item in the store before we can leave. She’ll want to buy everything, and I’ll have to be the one to say no, we can’t afford that. Which really pisses me off; why can she buy everything under the freakin sun but when I want one little thing we can’t buy it. Ok she’s here, I’ll post back later.

If you had put the timeline of my day next to a snail in a race, the snail would have won. My day was monotonous, it was slow, it was boring, it was dull, it was every other adjective along those lines that you can think of. 4^th period the guys in the back corner all started saying “willow’s gay” “he’s a faggot” “he’s fuckin gay” about half way through class which was really annoying. And somehow my teacher just happened to not hear them, even though they were being loud on purpose to make sure that I heard. I have a huge essay due in 5^th today and luckily I can turn it in tomorrow and still get credit (even though I don’t have school tomorrow) because I was gone Monday and Tuesday. I had to switch stories in journalism with this girl whose mom was very mad that she was writing about Marijuana. So now I’ve got to Google “weed” all weekend, (that should be interesting to explain to my dad…) I had to stay after for a math test I missed on Monday. That took me an hour and my cousin was supposed to give me a ride home but he wanted to hang “a little bit longer” for swim team. “A little bit” turned into an hour and a half which meant I was stuck standing around in the hot pool room watching him flirt with this girl. SOOOOOO boring. Plus I still need to write my essay so his keeping me at school for an hour and a half longer then I needed to be was really not helping that. I came home and the first thing my sister say’s to me was basically to go shovel shit (“you have to go scoop the yard”). The entire house was dark (by then it was 4:40 and my school gets out at 2:03, so you can guess I wasn’t happy about being expected to do chores that late in the day) except for her room which was the only light on in the house, not even the kitchen sink light was on (and that is ALWAYS on). My dogs were all out of water and were happier to see me then they normally are. So I could tell she’d been neglecting them, completely forgetting their existence except when they were in her room in which case she only acknowledge them to yell at them to get out. I scooped the yard and when I finally sat down with my laptop on and in my lap the phone rings. “YOU GOT THAT!!!?” my sister shrieks from her room. Yes I fucking got it. I live to serve this house remember? Don’t worry; don’t even dream of getting up to do anything yourself. Oh no, heaven forbid I get to sit for five freakin minutes today to relax. It was my cousin (the older one who doesn’t drive) calling to ask if we had any cream of mushroom soup. I go and check the cupboard and of course we don’t so I had gotten up for nothing basically. That’s my bitching-bout for the day I think.

Oh wait nope there’s more: Buttercup got so excited about seeing my sisters friend that she piddled on the arm of our leather couch. I didn’t notice it for several minutes and when I did I was on the phone with my mom who immediately started bitching at me for not reprimanding the dog while holding a phone and trying to soak pee out of leather. Guess who had to clean up the mess with no help at all? Me. I yelled at my sister to help but her music was too loud and she couldn’t hear me; big freakin surprise there. After that I couldn’t wash my hands because the sink was too full because my sister hadn’t done the dishes like she was supposed to. So I did the dishes and took out the recycling because that was also in the way. And I don’t even get paid for this bullshit.

There’s not much to report about today. I came back from being sick and having been in the building for not even ten minutes was already involved in drama. Old drama too, which really was annoying. Haven’t we already been around this damn loop of an argument like 20 times by now? Apparently no one else was thinking this because they were all happy to continue bickering. The day seemed to drag on forever until third period, which was hysterical to me because my friends don’t know how to do their eye-brows (mine are perfect ) so my teacher actually printed out instructions for them (which she wrote) and gave them to them. I was laughing so hard to myself about it. They didn’t find it as funny as I did but oh well. They’re planning to have a girls night sometime next month (they need time to grow out their eyebrows) so that my teacher can do all of their eyebrows for them hahahaha. Nothing to report about 4^th, while 5^th was spent listening to the guy behind me talk smack about me. He’s not very gay friendly. (See here for a post in which he is mentioned.) That alone killed my mood for several hours. I got home, took the dogs out played for a short while, surfed the forums and all of my previous comments as well as the blogroll blah blah blah. It was a pretty boring day all in all. Although I did read some funny posts here and here. Sorry that was a lot of links for one post.

So today I tried my best not to notice F, because I honestly don’t feel the need to be friends with her anymore. C talked to her about what happened yesterday during 3’rd today, which I wasn’t in because I had a class meeting. C is one of the very few of my friends who would do such a thing as confronting someone for me. It’s nice to know I have such friends because honestly I didn’t think I did. Anyway, I sit right next to F during 4^th and she wanted to talk to me, of course. She wrote me a note asking me to help her with some old drama that was coming back up again (the guy she slept with is starting to tell people about it). I replied “why should I help you when you were just starting a rumor about me. She came back at me apologizing about the whole issue. She said she was just joking about it and only told M, and quickly after that told her it was just a joke. I said I didn’t care because I didn’t need rumors being spread around by my friends; I have enemies who do that already. I was getting really annoyed with her because she was trying to play it off but I didn’t believe a word of it because she had already lied to me when she thought I didn’t know what was going on in the situation. She was just trying to make it sound like it was no big deal when I could’ve been beat up if anyone had heard them. Which I pointed out, and she said that no one had heard them. “C and I heard you from across the room.”  “No one else heard because they weren’t listening.” Then she started getting mad at me because I wasn’t accepting her apology. I’m so done with all her drama I can’t even begin to explain.

A friend of mine, who has had a very rough time with rumors in the past, has decided to spread one about me. Today in Language Arts I was zoning out in the extreme and because I was completely out of it I didn’t realize that I was staring at the wall right behind a guy. Why should I be paying attention to what wall I’m looking at right? Well this fore mentioned friend sits right across from me and she and I have a little miming game almost every day. So usually one of us is looking at the other waiting to make a funny face or something. Today she happened to be looking at me and because I was staring, almost right at this guy for several about a minute, she thought I was checking him out (which I most certainly WAS NOT) and started mouthing “Ooo I saw you, I saw you!” Now remember I don’t even know what’s going on so to snap back to reality and be expected to know what someone is talking about is completely unlikely. She pointed in his direction and mouthed again “I saw you looking.” I immediately understood and shook my head no and mouthed “No” to her. She thought I was just trying to cover up or something like that and kept saying “Oh yea, I saw you.” This went on for several minutes and then I turned to the friend who sits next to me and said “Ugh, F thinks I was looking at him and she won’t drop it. Now she’s gonna tell M you just watch.” Two minutes later she turned and told M, who is also a friend of mine, and she got grossed out and did a little shiver thing. Officially I’m straight at school, even though I don’t act like it at all, I just say I am whenever I’m asked. Which means basically everyone knows that I’m gay so I think F was just trying to find some proof of it. Except now I’ve got a rumor flying around about me which is really going to piss me off because if this guy hears it he’ll beat me up because I’ve heard him say on more then one occasion that he hates “faggots and would love to beat one up.” How can she think that it’s ok to spread this rumor about me, which will more then likely get me hurt, and especially since she just went through this big ordeal about her sleeping with a guy who is in our class? Everyone was talking about it and she threw up about 4 times because of the stress, but suddenly it’s ok for her to start rumors. Half the people talking about it had heard it from F’s loud ass mouth anyway! She can’t keep a secret worth a damn, and if she decides to spread this then I’ll be black and blue for a month. I hope she doesn’t because I will be getting even, even if it is the wrong thing to do. I’m tired of her bullshit drama, so I’ll be glad to end our friendship with a bloody massacre.

We have just brought Kira home from the Veterinarian. She had her uterus removed today. We took her in the morning at around 7:30 and she was done in less than half an hour. They gave her morphine AND she has pain pills for half a month so she’ll be stoned off her butt for the next few days. She looks like she’s just been beaten and is tired as all get out. She wanted to play with the other dogs but once anyone touched her she got mad at them and tried to bite Sam; which hurt her more because she isn’t supposed to jump and Sam is twice her height. Then my mom picked her up and held her to keep her out of that mix and she fell asleep within a minute. We have to keep her in a small area so she doesn’t jump or play or move or breathe for two weeks. UGH, don’t they know that this little dog loves to play and jump and move and breathe! How am I supposed to get anything done when I have to watch to make sure she doesn’t chase the cats or jump on the couch? Ooo side note. Buttercup just rang the “potty bell” all by herself! Except it’s more of a poop bell for her because she never tells you if she has to pee but if she has to poop then it needs to be outside. Ok end side note. I’m surprised Kira can sleep through all this wind. Things are very windy here at the moment and all though I do love the wind, I don’t love it when there is the possibility of tree’s toppling. When old tree’s start to fall then I get mad because I’m a tree huger and I hate it when they die.

Part 2- Journalism

Journalism had a “work day” after school today and I must say it went really fast. I did lots of work designing the page that I’m doing but I didn’t get my story done at all. Journalism is always 6’Th period and today it was shortened because of late start Friday so all the classes were about 40 min. Which means I worked for about two hours and the damn page still isn’t done. Luckily I can finish it on Monday and there were other people who were supposed to be helping me with it but I was the only one who even touched the damn thing. PLUS my article isn’t even going to be run because the other people’s stories are a mile long and they can’t fit mine on. So I’m doing hours of work with no credit, yay for school!

Part 3- My Annoying Sister

My sister has one of her loudest friends coming over (I’ve written about this one before but I can’t find the link right now) and with Kira not feeling well I don’t really want anyone over. Plus inviting her almost caused a fight and several rumors so I don’t know why my sister felt the need to force it. She really is stupid sometimes you know that? After being gone for a day she’ll come home and the first words out of her mouth will be “can I go over to so-and-so’s house later.” My mom will get visibly sad and try to say no without actually saying it but my sister is so damn oblivious she doesn’t notice and just keeps asking about every other possible way of getting to her friends house. I honestly think that if she had to cross a boiling pit of lava, jump into shark infested waters and ace a reading test (she hates reading) just to hang out with a friend for an hour she would. One of these times when my mom starts to say no I’m just going to say “You know sis, you really are dumb sometimes. Mom clearly wants you home but wants you to have fun also which is why she isn’t telling you no. Stop being such a selfish bitch and sit your butt down to talk to us.” I’d get in trouble of course but it’d be worth it.

There was nothing of note today during school. Classes were the same, lunch was the same, and homework was the same. The buss ride home was interesting though. One of the kids who have been messing with the driver called her a bitch as he got off at his stop and then hit the door as he stepped off the bus. She seemed to be letting it go and my friend and I were about to get off the buss to yell at them. She pulled away from the curb before we could so half the buss started saying things like “I hope your going to write them up for that”. As she pulled away she coasted over to where they were walking and said over the loud speakers outside of the bus: “I hope you know I’m writing your ass up for that”. No lie, I started to applaud her hahaha. After that the buss ride was pretty boring. I got off at my stop, walked home and found that my dogs had busted out of the bathroom. I took them out and everything was fine for about five minutes. Kira ran next door and took Buttercup with her, so I had to chase after them. There weren’t any accidents inside so I got to immediately pig out. I ate: the last ¼ cup of guacamole, the last of the sausage and gravy, two slices of banana bread, a cup of some chi tea, and some of the left over taco meat. Now I’m hanging out on the couch, the little ones curled up at my feet, and trying to stay awake. All in all an uninteresting day.

PS: I think there’s a new ghost in my house, we haven’t had one for several months so it’s a little weird seeing one again.