I hate the assholes in my first period class. I hate them sooooo much. I had an argument with them about whether or not people "become" gay, and they were sore losers.
Me: Well, most gay people don't "become" gay. It's just how you are. Sure, it may take some time to realize, but it's not something you just spontaneously decide.
Guy 1: But that's not possible!
Me: Oh, but it is.
Guy 2: Well, maybe she's right, 'cause they all have funny voices and stuff.
Me: That's not why I'm right! That's not even true all of the time anyway.
Guy 2: Yes, it is.
Me: How many gay people do you know?
Guy 2: Uh...
Guy 1: Doesn't matter! It's okay to be mean to them because no one is supposed to be gay!
Me: Pretty sure no one is supposed to be a bigoted douchebag, but you aren't bashing on THAT.
Guy 2: Isn't there like, a law against being gay or something?
Me: Not in any civilized country!
Ugh, I hate them so much. I wish I didn't sit by them. I would try switching seats, but our substitute teacher, Mrs. [That Guy]'s Mom, knows our seating arrangement. Blah. She seems okay, though. I wonder how that works; his sister is so nice and his mom seems normal, yet he is soooo... well... himself.
You know, I really hate my voice. That's the second most common thing those two guys make fun of me about. I can't go a day without hearing, "Super Duck talks like a Yankee!" I totally lack the accent that's associated with where I live, and apparently that's just hilarious. I just cringe whenever I have to read aloud in English class. I have sort of a neutral accent, really. I sound a lot like some of my friends who moved here from California. But those guys don't ever make fun of them, just me, so I guess it's just because I'm Super Duck. But still, I hate my voice. Oh, my god. I was just listening to my recorded voice, and just... wow. Think 8-year-old boy with a very girly vocabulary.
Yeah, that was really random... So, let's see, what else has happened today? Well, today was drug test day! YAAAY! Not. I freaking hate drug test day. I don't have anything to hide, but the freaking nurse ladies cut a piece of your hair out of like, the back-middle. It's so annoying! (Haha, I have this friend who shaves his head, and last year they made him use leg hair!) It doesn't really show, especially if you have long and really thick hair like me, but it still bothers me because they use the same scissors for everyone, and they don't clean them. Just... eww. What if someone had lice or something!? Eww!
Oh, French Class Girl was ridiculous today. She pulled up Irritating Girl's skirt. Wowww. Unfortunately for her (and very fortunately for everyone else), Irritating Girl was wearing shorts under her skirt. She just casually went up behind Irritating Girl and flipped her skirt up. So. Freaking. Gay. Why can't she just admit it already? Just to me, even? I'm sorry, French Class Girl, but there's just no way you can lift up a girl's skirt, pay her to hug you, rub her hands all the time, and constantly touch her face while telling her she's pretty, then go and tell everyone you're 21992% straight and that you HAET TEH GHEYZ. It just doesn't work that way!
NO! FUUUUCK! My friend has gotten her phone taken away. Ughhh. And I was so totally going to try to talk to her this week too. In fact, I was just going to type up a pathetically whiny paragraph on the subject. That's so crappy! Now my only option is facebook chat, and she barely ever replies to that, plus my computer occasionally has a difficult time with those. It often makes me repeat stuff 2 or 3 times, as a lot of you know. :p But I feel like I should at least try the facebook chat, even though she isn't very good about replying to it, because I'm really missing her. :( I am also scared she will be busy and won't want to talk to me.
I feel so horrible because I never thought it would be this way, you know? Even when she left, I was pretty sure things would stay the same, and that I'd still talk to her very often, but I don't really know what's wrong with me... :S
She finally went and moved to that other town, an hour away. For some reason this greatly upsets me, even though it doesn't change MY life any since I barely get to see her anyway. But it does mean that she will never come back to my school in eleventh grade like she said. :'(
I should probably do my homework before it gets too late. Blah, homework, who needs you!? Such uselessness, most of these subjects. Such uselessness.