I'm not sure if I should start this post out with who I saw in Walmart today or if I should start it out with a depressing rant about old people homes. I think instead I'll rant about how I was woken up this morning, then talk about Walmart and the old people home.
My dad's girlfriend's bad children are coming over. :( I hate it when they come over! SHIT! They're here now! Noooo! They're so loud and irritating. They're already screeching like monkeys being disemboweled, and they haven't even been here for 30 seconds.
My mom is just... afkdsfs. I needed a ride to go see my friends yesterday, so I had to ask her. On the way, she whined about money problems. "When you graduate, your dad is going to stop letting me borrow money," she said. So I suggested the sensible solution. Get a job before then. I mean, I'm only going into sophomore year; she still has some time.
"But that's TOO HARD! I go to school for soooo long every day. If I got a job, how would I do my homework?"
She goes to college until like, lunch time each day. :| She would have one day where she had to stay later last semester, and it was only until 2. Also, maybe she would save money if she stopped going on roadtrips every 3.543 seconds, buying everything she sees, and running up her phone bill to obscene amounts. Oh, and she never does her homework until either super late at night or before she leaves the next morning. That's why she failed one of her classes last semester.
School is approaching way too quickly... It starts in a month for me. I am currently trying to cram in my assigned summer reading books, but right now, my brain just isn't feeling much like Shakespeare. Or anything else school-related, really.
I don't want to think about the ill-fitting uniforms or having to get up stupidly early or the fact that, according to everyone from school who is older than me, I am going to have all of the strictest and bitchiest teachers. I heard from one of my friends that my new history teacher has made many, many people, even huge, tough guys, cry because she is just that damned mean. Lovely.
I hate it when my mom tries to make me come home by saying she's changed. She's still all crazy super fundie Christian. She says that even if she becomes a preacher or something (NO.) she "still won't ever hate gays." This totally explains the unliking of the pro-gay facebook pages, right? :| Ugh, I don't understand her.
So, I was at the grocery store with my sister, my dad, and his girlfriend. We were buying supplies for a cookout tomorrow to celebrate July 4. We were in the meat department, minding our own business, when one of the last people I ever want to see came down one of the adjacent aisles and walked past us.
My mom is being a stupid bitch. AGAIN. She just got back from a week-long trip to Louisiana, broke up with her boyfriend, and is going back in a couple of days to stir up more shit. What is she, a 12-year-old attention whore?
Oh, and you know what else she did? She removed/unliked /whatever'd all the pro-gay pages she was ever a fan of or whatever on facebook. I wonder what this means. :| I noticed it recently, and it has been bothering me a bit ever since.
FCG: Hey... You know, you're really sexy.
FCG's Friend: Not as sexy as you!
FCG: I left you some videos on your computer. Did you like them?
FCG's Friend: Oh, yeah, I did. They were pretty hot... I'm so excited for our date, by the way!
FCG: Me too! I love you!
FCG's Friend: I bet I love you more!
WHY? Just... WHY?
What in the hell did she leave on this chick's computer? No, I don't think I want to know. Barf. This is the girl she was "going on a date with" before it got canceled a few weeks ago. Haha! Of course, that only makes one wonder even more what those videos were. I don't want to think about it anymore. Please, someone pass the brain bleach.
The amount of people that look like French Class Girl is seriously disturbing to me. Today, I was in Walmart, and there was this girl there who had the exact same hair and eyes as her, and I almost thought she was her from a distance. This, combined with the fact that one of my friends saw a French Class Girl lookalike at a restaurant last week and the fact that I once saw one at a restaurant too, leads me to believe that there may be a French Class Girl convention soon. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what happens there. D:
I have such a headache right now. (They seem to be really common lately. I am also occasionally having pains in my neck, so maybe that's related.) Still, I am laughing my ass off at French Class Girl. She had "If you like this status, I'll tell you why I hate you" as her facebook status, and one of the girls she is OBSESSED with liked it. I am contemplating liking it. I wonder what she would say to me? x3 Probably something along the lines of "I hate you because you always told me it's okay to be gay! Also, you are a dirty liberal, and your mom is hot!"
Before I get to my usual nonsense post, I want to tell you guys something bad... My friend is sick. Like, REALLY sick. Her facebook status earlier was that she is going to the hospital, which is where she is right now. I said I hoped she felt better, but I am so, so worried about her. I just wanted to share that. :'(
She finally got her phone, but obviously right now I can't talk to her. I am worrying myself to death, though. I wish there was something I could do.
It's the 11th, I think. Which is in 12 minutes! YAAAY!
I've had a headache all day. :c Ughhh. I had some interesting adventures today, though. Like the fact that I found medicine in my grandma's house that is as old as I am. I wish I was kidding... It expired in January 1995. I was born in November 1994. It seems like she never throws anything away.
My mom just called me and ordered me to come home on Wednesday. I don't want to see her stupid fucking God warrior, Bible-humping face. Not today, not Wednesday, not EVER. (Oh, and hey Mom, guess what? Granny told the racist church about your little God oil ritual, and even they think you're a crazy cultist freak! Everyone hates you!) I don't care if she says she'll stop doing the God oil crap in my room. There's not a damn thing she can do to make me ever want to see her face again.
As much as little kids bother me, sometimes they can have a rare moment of complete and total epic awesome. This occurred today.
9-year-old: Tell me about weird people, Super Duck.
Me: Weird people? Well, uh, there was this girl in my French class who thinks my mom is super freaking awesome and would tell me so every chance she got. She also likes for her friends to touch her hair every day, and she always wrecks her car.
9-year-old: IS SHE GAY, SUPER DUCK?
Me: Wait, what? Did you just ask...
9-year-old: Is she GAY?
Me: Well, yeah, probably, but she's what you'd call "in Closetland."
The emphasis she put on "gay" was pretty hilarious, I'm not gonna lie.
You know what I hate most about little kids? The fact that they beat on the door and yell to come in and get stuff while you're trying to look at sexy stuff on the internet. Man, I hate that. I mean, I have a lock and all, but seriously?! Why can't they play with the shit they brought with them?