So, I had to go by my mom's friend's house, and on the way home, I passed by IG's boyfriend. He was out walking and carrying his skateboard. It was awkward because we know each other because of IG but don't really talk. I was at a stop sign, so I was kinda stuck. Haha. Don't you just hate that awkward eye contact you make when you see someone you kind of know but aren't really friends with, and neither person is really sure if they should wave or not?
Mr. Troll the economics teacher, while usually irritating, is the one of the only useful people at school right now. Today, he said that the seniors in our class had to go ahead and take their test soon because next Wednesday is their last day to get grades and stuff. Finally, Mr. Troll serves a purpose! So, I guess I have a couple extra days with FCG, then. This is good, but it also means I have a couple of extra days (plus an entire extra weekend) to dread Wednesday. I just can't stop thinking about how much it's gonna suck when my FCG leaves. :'( If Mr. Troll is right, then I have 6 more days with her now instead of 3. Everything is such a huge clusterfuck. I wish they'd just make a clear announcement stating when the seniors' last day is so I can adjust my level of panic accordingly. Of course, with my luck, he could be trollin' again, and it's not next Wednesday. He would so totally do that if he knew how much I have to have this information.
There was a huge, terrible test in French today, so FCG and I didn't get to talk much, and there was no time for hair-touchings. We did have a small conversation before it started, though. We were talking about how much the test was going to suck, and it eventually morphed into how I couldn't pay attention in French class (I didn't tell her it was because of her wonderfulness, though!) and how she made money by doing some people's homework.
I need to check my grades, but I'm scared to see chemistry. I just checked them anyway, and I have a low C. I've failed just about every single test I've taken in chemistry this quarter. Even Old Crush has a higher grade than me, and that's just sad. Everything else is going pretty well, though. Oh, wow, I apparently made a 98 on that French test I didn't even know anything on! Wow! I must be pretty lucky. Or maybe I absorbed more of the stuff than I realized. Hmm. I was pretty sure that "J'adore FCG!" was the extent of my knowledge currently, considering I didn't listen to a thing we were supposed to do in class this past week.
So, this girl in the grade above me admitted she was bi. No one is giving her any shit for it so far, although she does have a boyfriend right now. I've talked to her a few times before. She randomly gave me advice on geometry last year, and she's friends with Girl Best Friend. Interestingly, my friends who don't believe I'm gay believe her and have no issue with it. It is good that they actually believe her and don't mind, but dude, WHY is it so hard to believe me? There is no way they could not know! Whenever I tell a FCG story, Girl Best Friend says stuff like, "You have like, a legit obsession with this FCG!" and "I believe you and your FCG would make a lovely couple~" yet somehow believes I'm straight despite everything I've ever said on the subject. And IG and another girl actually see the French class stuff firsthand. None of these people have an excuse to even sort of think I'm straight!
There is no valid reason to think I'm straight. I am 16 years old and have never had a boyfriend nor called any guy hot/attractive/etc. I wrote an essay for English class on why gay marriage should be legalized. When my friends discuss what features they find attractive, I say, "Hmm, I have a thing for blue-eyed blondes." (And I never join in the conversation if they specifically state, "_____ is hot on a guy." I only join if it's a general kind of statement because I never join any conversations about the attractiveness of guys because I don't find any attractive.) This is important because I like to tell the people who take Spanish stories about my French class, which often involve gushing over a girl who fits that description perfectly.
Ughhh, it happens all the time and just makes me rage. There is nothing heterosexual about a Super Duck!