FCG was worried that she looked fat in the play. I said that she never does, but IG decided to mess with her and tell her that she did. (And yet, she still talks to IG more than she talks to me...) She, of course, had a fit. I kept telling her that she didn't, but IG wouldn't stop. Then, we somehow started talking about awkward preteen years, and FCG said that when she was in middle school, she was just so disgusting and awful and stuff. Somehow, I am unable to believe this.
Me: But you are so pretty now! I doubt you've ever looked awful a day in your life.
FCG: But I'm not, and I have!
Me: Nooo... I'd have to see it to believe it.
FCG: I'm never showing anybody a picture from then! EVER!
Awww... I wouldn't make fun of her even if she was once the most awkward preteen on the planet. I adore her. And she couldn't have been any worse than me! When I was 12, I was about 30 pounds overweight, and I dressed only in shirts with annoying sayings on them. My clothes also never fit. I'd wear shirts that were like, two sizes too big because I thought it would conceal the fact that I was really, really overweight, but it didn't. I spent all my free time either on Neopets or drawing emo cats. I don't think it gets any more awkward than that. Hahaha.
ALSO, I HAVE DEVISED A SIMPLE YET POSSIBLY EFFECTIVE SCHEME! It came to me in the car this afternoon. Later this week, we must bring some things to class. FCG was saying how she might forget. If she brings this up again, I could probably be all like, "Why don't you give me your number so I can text you to remind you?" This is, however, assuming that IG won't get in the way, as she is so prone to doing, and saying she'll do it instead. OR I could demand everyone's numbers the day before so I can text them all to remind them. There aren't many people in that class, and I'm friends with them all anyway. I already have IG's though, but that's alright. This plan is pretty much foolproof, I think. There isn't an easy way that I can mess it up, anyway. That is, unless I become too scared to follow through with the plan.
So, now what else do I have to discuss? Hmm... Oh! My newspaper teacher/sponsor/adviser person pissed me off today, which is pretty rare. She's usually alright. Even this other teacher who freaks out over literally EVERYTHING thought she was being stupid. A guy in my grade was talking about going to some party this weekend, and she overheard and had a huge fit. She had two "reasons" for this. One was "What if people drink?" Honestly, I don't see what the big deal with drinking is as long as they don't plan on driving when they're wasted. I don't like to do it myself; I stole a giant sip of my dad's beer when I was about 14 and promptly gagged and spit it out, but I can't see why it's illegal. There are many countries without a drinking age or with a low one, and I think having it so high in the U.S. just makes it seem like a "forbidden fruit" kinda thing for my age group. And I really don't think it's her place to be so nosy about what this guy does in his spare time. She's not his mom, so why does she think she gets a say in his life? Hell, I bet she drank when she was in high school too. A lot of my teachers are extreme busybodies, and it really pisses me off.
That didn't really bother me much, though. What got me was her next reason. Oh, my god, her next reason. I could have punched her. Apparently, the dude shouldn't go to the party because it's at a senior's house, and he "isn't old enough" to be friends with seniors.
Oh, HELL no. This bothers me so badly because, well, what's FCG? A senior. I guess I should just never, ever talk to her again, for that would be horribly inappropriate, especially since she'll be 18 in a few days. Obviously, she is going to turn me into a delinquent and a terrible person just because she has been on this spinning dirt ball for 18 years, whereas I've only been here 16. How dare I feel intense attraction towards someone who has the sheer audacity to be older than me by a year and a half? Because of when my birthday is, that equals two grades in school, even! Liking her is obviously just as bad as if I hooked up with a 37-year-old in a dark alley or something. Ugh, who does she think she is, being born in 1993 like that? I'd better just leave her alone forever before I touch her hair or hold her hand, or else I might start robbing banks and selling crack in front of preschools or something because that's what 16-year-olds and 18-year-olds do when they're friends. I shouldn't go visit my cousin this summer either since he just turned 18, so he must be bad too, even though we've grown up together our entire lives. And all the 18-year-olds here who comment on my journals! GASP! How could you? Oh, wait... You mean none of this actually happens, and my teacher is just being a gigantic bag of sour fuck juice? Well, things make a lot more sense now!
I don't like people. Can you tell? Hahaha. I had so much road rage this morning. There were just too many stupid people driving. There was even this one lady who basically did a u-turn in the middle of the road leading to the school parking lot, then went out of the wrong gate. I wasn't very pleased with her, especially at 7:45 in the morning.
Anyway, I'm gonna go study economics now. There's a test tomorrow, and my teacher trolled us by giving us a study guide that only said, "The test can be on anything in your notes!"