Seriously, don't. It is the worst taste EVER. I can't swallow a whole generic brand Allegra, and I didn't have a knife to cut it, so I dissolved it and YUCK! This post starts out pretty serious, and then it just kind of... devolves. Hahaha.
We changed the locks yesterday, so now Granny can't get in here. It's so hard to relax. I mean, I've always had a bit of a paranoid personality, but I don't feel safe anywhere. Every noise is Granny coming to get me. My mom came to my school today and told the administration what happened, so they will kick her off the school grounds if she ever shows up there... She also told the elementary school to never let Granny pick my sister up after school. Coming home from school today, I passed my grandpa in his truck with what appeared to be Granny in the front seat. I can only hope he was taking her to the mental health hospital where she belongs.
She WILL hurt me if she gets the chance. When we had the confrontation on Saturday, she kept saying that I was like my mother. (Granny absolutely despises my mother, to make a long story short.) I don't think my mom and I are very alike at all, but there are two key similarities that put me in danger. For one, neither of us will take Granny's bullshit. The second similarity is how we look. We both have the green eyes and the long, dark hair. But even worse, I look almost EXACTLY like my mother when she was younger. Seriously, in old pictures of her from her teenage years until her early twenties, the only major difference between us is that she has/had even darker hair than me. Several people, my mother included, have said that this could be bad because in a fit of insanity, Granny may possibly mistake me for my mom. This is especially bad because she has been threatening and violent to my mom in the past.
I mean, I know literally my entire family is just fucked up to the max, but I've never been scared like this before. I told my mom last night that if they don't put Granny away, I want to go ahead and move to Tennessee next year with her instead of waiting to finish high school like I had originally planned. Actually, wait, I no longer have a choice unless my dad marries his girlfriend and moves into her house. I'm not staying in my grandparents' guest house with him, where Granny can get me at any time.
In other news, this week is total assflakes. Stupid semester exams. Also, Mrs. English Teacher, I love you, but mixing actual history in with the things we read (and putting said history on the exam!) is greatly irritating. That is all.
And you know what makes me mad? It really pisses me off when teachers act like it's a bad thing to have an 80-something in their class. The English teacher doesn't do that, but a few of my others do. My pre-cal teacher treats me like a drooling idiot because I have an 87. An 87 is a solid B, bitch. There is NOTHING wrong with an 87.
On the bright side, I finally won a chess game. Several of my friends learned how to play and just fell in love with it and forced me to learn too. I suck soooo much, but I actually beat someone today!
Anyway, my mind was completely and utterly blown a moment ago. When I was little, maybe about 5, I went through this phase where I always watched this show about a turtle named Franklin. I'm sure people around my age or a little younger will remember it, since I believe it continued on for a couple years after my phase. I LOVED that damn show. There was Franklin, and some bear, and a fox or something, and a beaver. There were a bunch of other animals too, but guess who voiced the beaver? Leah Renee Cudmore. And just guess who she grew up to be? Bunny Alice, the ADORABLE closet lesbian Playboy Bunny in The Playboy Club. (I still mourn the loss of The Playboy Club... It's Monday night, okay? I'm allowed to be sad!)
...Someone is going to make a terrible joke about this chick voicing a cartoon beaver and then later playing a lesbian Playboy Bunny character, so I'm just gonna go ahead and acknowledge it.
Anyway, yeah, she is adorable, and in The Playboy Club, her character had a crush on Amber Heard's character. It was every bit as perfect as it sounds. Or, well, it COULD have been, had the show not been canceled so soon. I wish I could just make a movie starring her and Amber! Hahaha! Except it would only ever actually happen in my imagination, because I have no idea how to even make a movie. What am I thinking? Super Ducks can't make real movies, only brain-movies.
Yeah, this is what I do in my spare time. Exams? What exams? Christmas shopping? What? I have no responsibilities except to make this glorious brain-movie. Mmmm...
Wait, what? Was I talking about something important? No? Okay.
You guys probably think I am the weirdest person ever. Sorry. <3 Thanks for putting up with me and all, but trust me, you do not even know the half of it. Hahaha. Would you guys still like me if I told you all about how I obsessively check ALL of my silverware for specks of dried food several times over? And that I have a Wizard of Oz collection? And that sometimes I like to turn my music in my car to something loud and dramatic and pretend the cars behind me are zombies chasing me? Because that is only the tip of the iceberg of all the weird shit I do. Hahahaha.