So, on Friday I'm going to leave on a trip with my lesbian grandmothers. I'm going to go to Oregon, which is right above California, and since I live on the East Coast of the United States, that's going to be a loooooong plane flight. The trip's going to last for two and a half weeks. I'm kind of scared...
My grandmas always go on trips. They like to call them "adventures." :D They've been all over the place. Alaska, Washington D.C., etcetera etcetera... You name it, they've been there. Well, they probably haven't been to that many places, but they've been to a lot, that's for sure. I've always wanted to travel, too, and now I'm about to do that. I'm all tense and apprehensive now. :)
So, I won't be on here for two and a half weeks. I get to miss the last few days of school because of the trip. Yay! Just imagine all the catching-up I'll have to do when I get back on here, though. >.< Urrrgh.
EVERYONE ON OASIS HAD BETTER MISS ME! :D
Oh, and the writer's block I was complaining about in my last journal entry? It's gone now. W00t!
I also started an account on Photobucket.com. I've been posting drawings/sketches I've made onto the website. My album is here. Like them? Love them? Hate them? I'd appreciate the feedback! :D I like to sketch a lot, but I never really show the drawings to anyone else, so I rarely ever get compliments or constructive criticism. If you have either of those, please share! :)
I'm going to start ranting about how school was for me this week. It was pretty much crap, so this is mostly going to be complaining. I'm just warning you before you start reading the negative part of this entry. I'm also going to whine about peeing in the next paragraph, so if you don't want to read about that, feel free to skip it.
I had my end-of-year testing this week, and it stressed me OUT. One day I forgot to go to the bathroom before the testing, and those tests are two or three hours long. I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom until the test was over. I had to hold it for three. effing. hours. It was fucking painful! My crotch hurt, and hurt, and HURT. When I finally went to the bathroom, I must have peed for, like, five full minutes. I had saved up a lot of that stuff during the test. God, it was gross.
Also, a new feud developed between me and this girl whom I already hated before this week started. I don't want to go into all of the details, but this is basically what happened:
-The girl walks up to me while we're having a free period outside at school.
-I am sitting under a tree, writing my novel.
-She sits down next to me and starts asking me if I like boys.
-Note: This girl is a gossip queen. She lives on finding juicy tidbits to blab about to her friends. I was outed at school recently, and when I was, she kept on asking me whether it was true that I was gay. (I never said yes or no to anyone who asked me this. I let the rumors die down eventually. I wasn't ready to be out yet.)
-I tell her that's none of her business.
-She starts acting friendly towards me, and asks me what I'm writing.
-I start telling her about my book.
-I tell her that my book takes place on a planet far away from Earth, in another galaxy.
-She is shocked. She says things like, "Why don't you want to write about Earth? You should write about Earth! You're just not writing about Earth because-because you don't like this planet and you want to get away from it!" She calls me a "psycho" and a "freak."
-All the while I am thinking, "Umm...I'm just writing the story for fun. Why the hell are you psychoanalzing me like this? It's a fantasy novel, lady, not realistic fiction. It doesn't have to take place on Earth."
-I am now sick of listening to her babble. I stand up and move away from her.
-She follows me and keeps on talking.
-I tell her to shut up and go away.
-She goes away and comes back, this time with a couple of her friends.
-They start telling me that she's just trying to be friends with me, and that I should be more open to friendship.
-The girl starts complaining that I don't want to be friends with her because she's black.
-I tell her, "Dude, I'm not a racist."
-One of her friends starts talking trash about my friend H. She says that H pops her zits and eats them in class. The girl agrees with her and nods.
-I tell them that I don't care whether she does or not and that H is my friend no matter what.
-They are disgusted, and the girl says, "Ugh, that's repulsive!" (I wonder how in the world she learned that word. Seriously. She never picks up a book unless she's been assigned to read one for school.)
-I get fed up with this crap and tell a teacher. The bitches leave me alone. I am able to write some more.
-When everyone goes back inside for class, the girl tries to walk next to me in the halls. I speed up and walk too fast for her to keep up with me. She yells at me to slow down. I ignore her.
-The rest of the day, she keeps on trying to talk to me and tell me how we should be friends. I ignore her.
That's not all. The next day, before homeroom, I had my bangs slicked back with hair gel. She told me that she liked my hair, even though she told me a week or so earlier when I wore my hair the same way that it didn't look right. She then proceeded to say that she liked my shirt, too, even though I was wearing a T-shirt that advertised the band AC/DC; when I asked her if she knew who AC/DC is, she asked, "Is it a company?" I replied, "No, it's a band." She then complimented my hair again. Then she told me that we should be friends. When I explained that I don't decide whether someone is going to be my friend or not within a few days, she became offended.
Apparently, that day she also came up to my friends C and H, who I hang out with all the time, and started insulting them while I wasn't around. C and H told me about it later.
God, when will this stupid girl QUIT? She insults my writing just because it doesn't take place on Earth, implies that I'm a racist, and insults one of my closest friends to my face, and she's not DONE? No, she's not; she has to go up to two of my closest friends and start talking trash to them. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate this idiot.
My friend H told her mom, and her mom emailed a teacher about it. The next day, I was called down to go to the office and write a statement about what the girl had said and done. I have no idea what the administration's going to do now. As far as I know, nobody has done a thing to punish her for this crap.
I hate having to deal with people like this. It just makes me freaking angry.
Last, but certainly not least, I lost a library book at school this week. I left it in the chorus classroom, and when I went to get it the day after, it was gone. (Dun dun dun...) My mom says to check the school library, to see if anyone found it and put it in there. DAMN IT! I WANT THE BOOK BACK ALREADY! IT'S ON MY ACCOUNT AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT STUPID THING!
In case it wasn't obvious already, I had a bad school week. I was really freaking glad when the weekend came. Bleeeeeeeeeergh.
And today's Sunday, and school's going to start again tomorrow... Crap. Now I'm feeling all pessimistic. *sighs*