I had plans with Brittany tonight, but she got out of work late and my curfew is at eleven, so we'd only have an hour to hang out. She invited me to her house and everything. I freaked out, did and redid my hair several times, and changed my outfit once or twice all for nothing. I know it's stupid to get so worked up over something as simple as that, but that's me for you. It's okay though. We may hang out tomorrow if I get back from Springfield early enough, or maybe perhaps Sunday. The tiniest part of me is somewhat relieved because the idea of meeting her family was making me nervous. Which is SO STUPID. It's not like I'm gonna walk in the doorway and her dad's gonna ask me, "What are your intentions with my daughter?" or something.
I'm just proud of myself because I didn't crumble into pieces of devastated teenager or crawl beneath my covers and wonder, in a fit of broken sobs, why she hates me so much.
This whole week of health class has been a joke. Some crazy Catholic lady spoke to us for two days about STDs. Which would have been fine, except her Catholicism was showing the whole time. For some reason she seems to believe that getting married as a virgin automatically saves you from getting STDs. Bullshit. Just because you're married doesn't mean you're completely safe.
She took everything to such ridiculous extremes. She even said we should consider refraining from KISSING to protect ourselves. Basically her whole philosophy is that you're either a shameless slut or you're a strictly abstinent angel. No middle ground. Having sex will ruin your reputation, give you herpes, break your heart, and you WILL, without a shadow of a doubt, die alone with sores all over your body. What an idiot. People like her drive me insane.
The reason our birthrate is higher among teens than in any other country is not because we're all sinning sex fiends, but because nobody bothers to educate American teens about being smart when it comes to protection. Guys don't know how to wear condoms and girls don't know when they can get pregnant because all of our schools are teaching abstinence instead of smart sex like we're in the 19th century or something. So annoying.
Okay, I know it seems like I'm obsessed with Brittany (obsessed is such a distasteful term. I prefer the phrase "strongly attached to."). But I actually have noticed a couple of other attractive girls, who are of course seniors. Brittany's good friend and an acquaintance of mine who works on the paper with us, Jess. She's adorable and pretty and she has a great sense of humor. Then there's Jess's friend Emily, who is a huge chemistry nerd and strikes me as being maybe perhaps bisexual. So while these are the smallest of crushes and are not nearly as strong as my "strong attachment" to Brittany, at least you now know that I am capable of noticing other girls.
Also, Rob Zombie's wife is super hot. Not adorable or pretty, but hot. Sexy. Know the difference. She oozes sex. I watched a bunch of Rob Zombie's music videos, and she's in a lot of 'em. Marilyn Manson's ex...wife, I think?...Dita Von Teese is mega sexy. Maybe they only dated for a long time; I don't remember. But she doesn't just ooze sex--she IS sex. I love Marilyn Manson and everything, but how he could ever get a girl like that is beyond me.
A day of clothes shopping in my great state's capital tomorrow. This could be either fairly enjoyable or absolutely miserable, depending on everybody's mood and the weather conditions. I'mma buy a bunch of crap I don't need. That's essentially what shopping is.