Last Week

I had a whole week without seminary. I was considerably less dead. It was a nice feeling.

So, I'm not going to be in band. I'm stuck in Family and Consumer Science II. Which is fine. Seriously. Something totally changed my opinion on Home Ec. And it changed it for the better.

Let me ask you this, in how many classes do you get a sundae for doing good on a test? Does your Algebra teacher dish up ice cream with a wide variety of sprinkles and syrups when you finally figure out linear equations? Does your English teacher bring on the sugary milky awesome whenever you ace that vocabulary test?

NO. I DIDN'T FREAKING THINK SO.

But that's okay! It's okay that sundaes are not awarded in Algebra or English, even when certain individuals so obviously deserve them. For once, I'll be lucky if I pass Algebra PERIOD and a sympathetic stare is the most of a reward I get. For twice (huh?), I'm already such a badass in English I don't need any sugary awesome to tell me so. I just know.

But in Family and Consumer science, you know what I got for passing the test?

Yes. A BIG. FREAKING. AWESOME. SUNDAE.



Made my day. No, it made my week. There is nothing better than eating a sundae at 9AM.

Everything else that happened during the week was pretty mediocre. Dorothy got jealous because I sat with who I call my "Happy Friends" in the library and threw a guilt trip in my face. I got a 64 on an algebra assignment (sob). I wrote haikus in OK History. The ghetto rapper guy with cool tattoos and piercings actually asked me to help him with his work (I just basically told him the answers, I'm not a tutor, I don't teach study skills jeez) and in consequence some other guy was like "OMG! HELP ME TOO?!?! :D" And I was like "Um. No." Not because I am picky 'bout who I help or anything, but the teacher was basically like "YEAH WHY DON'T YOU HELP HIM?!!?! :D" and I was like "OKAY, SINCE I'M SO VERY OBLIGATED TO, WHY NOT." Plus, the guy gave up his desk for me so I could sit in the very overcrowded room. And then he rapped. Which was pretty awesome. The other guy annoyed me INTO THE NEXT DAY to help me with his work. EXCUSE ME, I AM A NERD BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I ENJOY DOING OTHER PEOPLE'S HOMEWORK. Just sayin'.

I lost my Hello! Kitty pencil case which had my favorite pen in it and that seriously made me depressed. I seriously almost cried in 7th hour, LOL. I LIKE MY HELLO KITTY. AND MY PENS. But mom said she'd get me another one but I don't know if she will after she shells out 20 bucks so I can join FCCLA... Hmm. Oh. And I realized I had 17 bucks. And I realized I need to start working on my guitar playing skills now and that I also want to take piano lessons. I'M SO MUSICAL, AREN'T I? A SOCIALLY AWKWARD DOODLING MUSIC PERSON.

I have twenty minutes until I need to sleep. So I'm going to stop here and eat some strawberries. I will enjoy them.

Don't Know What I Want to Do

I have only attended two full days of high school and I am already considering alternatives.

Let me just say, it sucks when you don't get classes with friends. I've never had amazing luck with that, but it still really, really sucks. It wouldn't suck as bad if it was a class full of strangers, oh no. It's a class full of people who you know but who don't really care for your existence, and frankly you don't care for theirs either. So you sit at the edge of the row in front of this pseudo rapper kid who actually has tattoos and a SON and you wonder what he's doing here anyway.

You know that feeling?

It's awkward.

I only see my handful of friends during lunch period, and most of them steal my food anyway. I get to talk to my guy-friend (I'll think of a name for him later) on the short bus ride to the elementary, though. Which rocks. I don't really hang out with my brother all that much because he likes to associate himself with stoners and potential criminals and I do not care to be around them all that much if I can help it. So it really sucks.

My mom said I could do online schooling if this year didn't go that well... but do I seriously want to do that? I mean, I spend quite a bit of time on the computer in my free time, so after my online lessons my eyes will look like

And that's not very attractive. And I'd have to do it at the same time my seminary teacher was there for her kid, and I don't like that woman. Also, I might get into the habit of not bothering to dress up. And I like dressing up and people seeing me all dressed up in what awesome clothes I have. Which brings up another point, what social life I have will dwindle and dwindle until it is nonexistent. And that would suck a whole lot.

I want to go to the school Rapunzel is going to, which is at the community college and is all awesome and classes start at 9:20 PM. It's a twenty minute drive, though. And there are literally only accepting 20 kids in each grade, though apparently a lot of people drop out. But once again, that limits my chances of not being socially retarded, even though it's pretty bad now with no friends in my classes and what not.

And I'm not racist or anything, but there are like 10 white people there. And I'm not shallow or anything, but you know... I need to get a boyfriend at one point or another and I prefer white guys...

And it's sorta in the capital of the state, and a large part of the capital is "in dah hood, yo."

This is a hilarious yet lame mental image for me considering Rapunzel is a fairy-like, semi-goth girl with dark eyeliner and frills and straight As and super nice but has a dark side WHICH IS EVIL and has very very very long hair. Yeah.

So it's like, an exclusive place right by the ghetto. Even though I hear there's some pretty dumb people in there. But they have a gift shop. A gift shop. THAT. IS JUST. AWESOME.

Dunno if I'd be able to get used to going to only four classes a day and getting home later, though. It still sounds pretty awesome.

I just don't know if I am going to live through this year, though. I just don't know.

In any case, it's the weekend, and I am exhausted. God knows how I'm going to live through a full week of school with classwork and everything. I think I just might die.

Again.

High School Sucks

Today was my first day of high school. Some of my random friends who read this know this. I am a freshman and let me tell you, there is nothing magical or romantic about it.

It. Sucks. Hard. Core.

Especially when you have to wake up at 5:30 AM just to go study stupid church stuff.

Sorry, God! Don't smite me for that! I love you and all, but I don't love losing my sleep for you!

I also don't love freakishly happy teachers in the morning but I'll gripe about that another time.

Basically, my facial expressions of the day went something like this:

Let's do some explaining. Six AM was when I started seminary. Didnt even brush my hair. 8AM was when I started school. Not that thrilled. 10AM is my demon-hungry-about-to-die-faise. omg i was so starving. I WAS SO STARVING GUYS. I COULD HAVE SWALLOWED SOULS.

The only reason why 12PM is a semi-happy face is because it was lunch time and the food was delicious. It wasn't awesome because while I was with all my friends, Dorothy got really quiet whenever my other-awesome friends were around. So I felt bad talking to them. So I just sat there awkwardly in silence with her for a while.

Then after lunch, during English, I realized I was once again in a cram-packed classroom full of kids who don't like me, don't care for my existance, and a guy who I used to like. So around 2PM I got really depressed for no apparent reason and by the time the bell rang I was about ready to die. It didn't help that the bus I got on was filled with a bunch of rowdy idiots which reminded me I need to get new earbuds, and once we got to the elemantary school (I walk home from there) we had to wait for all of the other buses to get there before anyone could get off. And they got stuck in traffic for about 15-30 minutes. Where I sat in miserable silence while my two friends from last year who bonded insanely talked in the seat in front of me, while my brother and his friend from last year talked in the seat behind me. I didn't get home until 4PM.

I spent my day running around trying to fix my funky schedule (which had me put in two of the same English classes, w-t-f) and getting into prep band which I am having doubts about now. I found out that the guy who I used to like still likes me, but I no longer have feelings with him simply because he waited too long. I have to walk at least half a mile to get home with my brother unless I got a ride with Sarah. I seem to be breaking all of the promises I made myself within the first day of the year and I realize I am going to be nothing more than a weird introvert who has strange colored socks but isn't special enough to really stand out from every one else.

I got home at 4PM, the same time my dad got home. My little brother was already home, slamming his keys on the piano and already had friends over. Within minutes both of my brothers and his friends were arguing over the X-BOX.

I dropped my bag on the floor. I went into my room. I plopped on my bed and died.

... until my mom decided to revive me for dinner, but I still feel dead. And hungry.

Scratched by a Cat

A few weeks ago I spent the night at Rapunzel's house. I am never particularly thrilled about going home after spending the weekend there, and usually drag my feet entering my mom's car. This time was different, however.

You see, I have this chronic disorder in which I go batshit insane whenever I hear the word "surprise."



My mom either plotted a very smart, very strategic plan to get me out of Rapunzel's house quicker than a tortoise with polio or doomed the world with the supersonic waves that I produce from screaming very, very loudly.

Because I also have an unhealthy obsession with cute and fluffy mammals.

KIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

We drove home in the car and got pizza. I held him in my lap in his little basket. I gave him a little piece of my cheese stick from Little Caeser's. Mom said this probably wasn't a good idea. I continued to coddle the kitten.

He seemed like the perfect, sweet little cat. 12 weeks old, with all his shots and even fixed! But believe it or not, we had issues with this cat. This adorable, sweet little cat. Who's name was OMG. Yes. O-M-G. That was what my aunt had named him before we got him. We weren't sure how to pronounce it: omg or oh-em-gee. In any case, we decided to rename him. But he hadn't got that far when he disappeared.

You see, we already have a cat. She's my kitty, Alice. Alice is the sweetest, moodiest, roughest little cat on the lot and she walks around like she owns the place. And she doesn't react well to strangers.

I'll tell you how their first meeting went.

Alice: *stare*

OMG: *stare*

Alice: *lean forward*

OMG: *lean forward*

*NOSE TOUCH!!!!!!!*

...

...

...

Alice: HISS!

OMG: HISS!!

HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Afterwards, Alice began stalking the kitten, eventually chasing him under my mom and dad's bed. We tried to coax him out from under the bed, but to no avail. Eventually we left the room. After a while, we returned and looked for him under the bed. No kitty. We looked for him under the sheets. No kitty.

And we looked.

And we looked.

And we looked.

Noooooo kittyyyyy.

For hours we didn't find him. Apparently Alice had terrorized the poor thing into hiding into one of my parent's drawer spaces, which are itsy bitsy, but he somehow managed to fit himself in there. Our cuddly wuddly munchkin was safe. We decided to keep an eye on any Cat-On-Cat interactions.

Oh, and we decided to name him Charlie.

OoOoO

So, for some strange reason, this cat doesn't like our dog.

I know! WEIRD! A cat that DOESN'T LIKE DOGS!

For another strange reason, he tends to take out his dog hate on people near him. People like me. My mom also, but this is my time to whine.

I was innocently sitting at the computer desk, doing who-knows-what. Facebook? Blogging? Perhaps. I am not entirely sure. But I was there, and the cat was right beside me. On the desk. Like a good little kitten-child.

Also apparently too lazy to type in another parenthesis, so I drew one in.

There is a lot of brown in this picture. That's because there is a lot of wood in this area. It is a built in desk thing inside the kitchen and it's all wood. The display cabinet things above the computer area are also wood. And glass.

The tile floor looks better than it does in this picture.

My hair looked slightly worse.

Okay. Critique time for this drawing done.

SO I WAS SITTING THERE, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when the dog decided to go under the desk near my feet (or where my feet would be, I always sit with my knees tucked up to my chest or criss crossed in a chair. I don't know why). I thought nothing of it. That is his favorite place to lay down in generally bum around.

Charlie did not think nothing of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure he thought something of it.

So my dear child was hissing and spitting and being upset, and I did what any good mother would do. I thought I would pet the kitty, comfort it and tell him IT'S OKAY! The big bad doggy won't hurt you!

So I was like

And that cat was like



 The pain was intense.

So I got scratched by a cat.

It ruined my day.