If Rick Santorum wins the election, I'm moving to Canada. If Mitt Romney wins the election, I'm moving to Canada. Really I'm just hoping Obama will get re-elected. Four years of zero progress is better than four years of Santorum's radical campaign against homosexuality or Mitt Romney's partiality to the rich. God damn, what is this? A high school election? I guess our country will be forever doomed to be run by idiots. We've been the laughingstock of the world for so long. And I completely understand why.
If I sound uneducated about politics, I'm sorry. But I cringe whenever the topic of politics comes up. I just...don't like it. I don't fully understand anything government-related, and frankly I don't want to. The only time I get involved in that shit is when I face-palm while watching the news or see articles on the internet.
So, today was...interesting. After telling Brittany about Amber firmly believing she was bi, I just kinda bluntly asked her if she was. And her response...Well, she stumbled over her words for awhile, flailed in a sea of broken sentences, and finally spit out, "Well...it's kinda a long story, but...well...no."
Huh. Wonder what that could possibly mean? Did she experiment for awhile and figure out she was straight? Or is she still questioning her sexuality? I honestly have no idea how to interpret her response. I guess maybe, despite all the stumbling and tripping, a no still means no. Maybe I'm just foolishly clinging to the possibility that she's bisexual because I want to be able to interpret her stares and her giggles and her compliments as signs that there's a chance for us.
Honestly, I was hoping for a clear-cut answer. An obvious, straightforward no would be better than an ambiguous one. Because now I'm driving myself insane with the possibilities. Now that today's events have occurred, my idiot brain is adamant that the littlest signs I've collected over the months, things that could easily be explained in other ways, all mean that she has a crush on me. But...that just can't be. So why do I keep hanging on to that just because of an ambiguous answer to a harmless question?
Damn it. Fuck you brain. Just fuck you.
I went to my school's talent show this weekend. It was super awesome. Our school's jazz band is just amazing. And all of the comedy skits were hilarious. My only complaint is that the jazz band performed a couple times too many. Seriously, it was half of the show. A bit more variety. Otherwise, it was fantastic. A crew member who does sound and light for the stage put on a really cool light show.
So, my Antigone project. Guess who didn't do it? I'm scaring myself because of how lazy I've gotten. I don't ever have much homework, but when I do, I have a really hard time doing it. Let's hope that next year kicks me in the ass so I don't have to struggle with this in college. I'm just gonna write a shitty poem for AP English and hope for the best. I need to get it in gear.
This stupid slutty sophomore I sit next to in Chemistry finally got what was coming to her. First of all, she ALWAYS talks to her dude friend about ALL of her sexual shenanigans. IN EXPLICIT DETAIL. Bitch, I do not want to hear about how much you love black dick when I'm trying to balance an equation. But lately it's gotten ridiculous. She thinks that just because she's two days late for her period she's pregnant. And she's been telling anyone who will listen that she's pregnant, even though there's been no test or no proof.
One day in class she said rather loudly, "Well, we had sex after two days of dating. He said I couldn't get pregnant even if he didn't wear a condom as long as he pulls out. But then I looked it up afterwards and it turns out you can get pregnant cuz a bit of sperm slips out." *cue grating slut giggle*
Euch. What an attention whore.
And finally my friend who sits at our table just snapped at her. Telling her to shut the fuck up, that nobody wants to hear about her whore drama. It was awesome. You had to be there. I high-fived her after her rant. But if I have to hear about it again, I will be the one to say something. Talk about it whenever you want, just not in the middle of class when everyone can hear you. She's just begging for attention.
Most girls actually disgust me. Or get on my nerves. How I can be a lesbian when I'm surrounded by sluts/bitches like her is beyond me.
The world needs more Brittanys. Just sayin'.