So, I unfortunately had to go back to school today. I hate that place so much you just wouldn't believe. I just... Ugh, I can't even think about it.
Anyway, some good shit has happened. I made a 27 on the ACT. 32 in English, 33 in reading, and, uhhhh... 21 in math and science. Yeahhhh. I think it is clear how my brain is wired. 27 is awesome, though, since it was my first time ever to take it. And my mom is ACTUALLY proud of me. Wow.
Hahaha, my mom just freaked out because I saw the names of the porn channels. Umm, mom, do you honestly believe I have never seen the stuff? Clearly you have never been young and frustrated. Hell, in this state I am old enough to go out and actually have sex!
Anyway, Christmas was amazing. I didn't ask for anything this year, so my parents got me an iPad 2. (I guess they are trying to make up for me having to buy almost all of my own birthday presents?) I am typing on that right now. It is pretty awesome, and it is faster than my laptop. As I may have mentioned, I have my dad's discarded laptop now since mine broke several months ago. It is a few years old. I got some other great stuff too, like flavored coffees and a stuffed panda and some stuff I need for my new room in my mom's boyfriend's house when I move to Tennessee either this coming year or the next. Most of it is like awesome wall decorations.
And that can mean only one thing. It is time for my favorite Christmas song. I posted this last year too, but it must become a tradition! I couldn't find it on Youtube for some reason, so have this low-quality Dailymotion one instead.
No, I don't have anything intelligent to share with you guys. Nothing has happened today, really. In short, my family annoyed the shit out of me today, I'm trying to lose 10 pounds but blew my diet today with Oreo Christmas candies, and I did some annoying fangirl stuff. So... Enjoy the video!
More insane grandma updates! She tried to destroy my dad's relationship with his girlfriend. Yeah, she told her that she thought my dad was going to fuck my mom again or something horrible like that. Either Granny is mad because my dad yelled at her for calling me a bitch, or she doesn't want him to get re-married and move into his own house. Granny is also trying to act like Saturday never happened. She keeps calling my house and occasionally my phone, but I never answer it. I refuse.
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.
This journal contains some REALLY heavy stuff, just so you know. Like, it is probably the most awful journal I have ever written here. I was going to post about the ACT, but I got into the biggest fight of my life after I got home. I think that's a little more interesting.
I called my grandma for some cold medicine because I feel a cold coming on. She brought some to my house and began nagging me about Christmas presents. I already told her what I want last week, but she started to get angry because I only wanted 5 or so things.
Me: But Granny, if it's such a big deal, why not just give me some money?
Granny: Because that's bad!
Me: But there's not much I want.
Granny: You're so SELFISH! Why don't you ever think of how I feel when you only want a few presents?
Me: ...What? How does that even make sense?
She then said she was going to go buy a shitload of things she knew I wouldn't want, just so she could feel good about herself. I got frustrated and said, "Well, don't waste your fucking money on me, then, if I make you so mad." Things began to escalate, and she started screaming and calling me names like "crazy bitch" and "little hussy" and "SELFISH!!!" I think it's pretty ironic how NOT wanting stuff makes me "selfish."
I love that one Victoria's Secret commercial where sexy chicks in their underwear are all like, "Tell me you want me~!" and "Excite me~!" UHH, OKAY, GLADLY! :D Seriously, this commercial is great. It is almost as great as that one commercial from the summer about an energy drink or something similar? With the SEXY blonde chick having a staring contest while wearing a bikini? Yeahhh, that was a nice commercial... I remember I even bought like 4 of those energy drink/flavored water/whatever things because of the commercial! They were alright.
Anyway, you guys know that one song that never, ever gets old, right? The one you could just listen to forever and ever? What's that song for you guys? Mine's the song in the video on my profile... Here's a link to the full song, though I MUCH prefer the video on my page. (Seriously, guys, I am absolutely in love with that video.)
Well, it's been stuck in my head allllll freakin' day. I have no idea why.
Oh, the holidays at my house... Hate that shit sometimes. Everyone is always so tense and short-tempered. Lots of yelling and arguing. My mom was stressed out by having to cook so much, and my sister thinks everything ever must revolve around her, and I just want to hide in my room forever.
It ended up being better than I had expected, though. There were no fights at the table! It's a new record.
Tumblr takes ALL of my internet time. ALLL OF IT. I've had a recent influx of new followers and new friends. I miss posting here, though. I used to post here every single day back when I actually had an interesting life! Remember that? I now have nothing interesting to say. I'll post some rambling shit here, though, because I haven't been on in so long.
Really, the only thing of interest that has happened since my last post is that I turned 17. I still always accidentally say I'm 16. Sadly, I did not get any strippers for my birthday, but I got this stellar awesome cake, so it was okay.
Mrs. History Teacher is trollin' me so hard. You see, this weekend (Sunday) is my 17th birthday. Mrs. History Teacher thought of a WONDERFUL present for me. It is something every 17-year-old loves: AN ESSAY! I get to write a huge essay on shit no one cares about! I am so loved! She also made sure to be a huge bitch about it. I said I was going to be out of town Friday and would miss class, so she gave me Friday's homework. Friday's homework is a huge essay AND one of the pointless 15-question pages due on Monday. She also had the nerve to say, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUPER DUCK, I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT ONE... AND DON'T FORGET ALLLLL THAT WORK!" with the fuckin' Trollface expression. I bet she knew it was my birthday and assigned all that shit just because she hates me. Gonna cut a bitch.
Me: IG, where were you yesterday?
IG: My mom took me to visit a college. Did you know that juniors get college cut days too?
Me: Oh, I didn't know that. Where did you visit?
IG: The one where FCG goes. I had lunch with her!
IG: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing, I'm just tired. How was she?
IG: She seemed good. We only had time to eat lunch together, though, since she had to go somewhere. Blah blah blah stuff that has nothing to do with FCG blah blah blah...
So, um, for the past week or so, I had the idea that maybe if I tried not to think about FCG that much, I wouldn't miss her anymore. This obviously didn't work. (Also, apparently, none of that stuff that chick posted about FCG on Facebook last week was true, by the way.)
Everything is just a total shitfuck right now... Sorry I haven't posted much. I'm usually on Tumblr these days, reblogging pictures of dangerously adorable kittens and an extremely sexy chick and trying to forget how massively lame everything is. I just feel really, really bad. I wish I could just take a break from the universe for just one day and sleep for a while. I just need to breathe.
Dude, this was the best weekend everrrr. I had a long weekend because of Columbus Day. I had the house to myself and did abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING of any worth whatsoever. It was so glorious... I can't even. Oh my fuck. This weekend would have been absolutely perfect if I had some sushi and FCG.
I played Nintendo 64 for a while. Who remembers Hey You Pikachu? I loved that game as a little kid! Did you know that Pikachu responds to "FESTERING DOUCHEBAG"? :D It's such a cute game! I still suck at fishing in it, though.
Uh, last night at about 11:30, I accidentally poked my hand on a jagged hole in the screened-in porch while trying to shoo some bug away. It bled for like, a second, and then it stopped when I washed it and put hydrogen peroxide on it. Am I gonna get tetanus and die painfully? Is a porch screen even made out of metal anyway? Please help.
I know tetanus shots are good for, like, 10 years, right? I don't remember getting any shots since I was in maybe 1st grade or so (10 years ago) but I may have gotten it without remembering. I've been home alone, and my dad has been working, so I haven't been able to ask anyone. I'm freaking out, though, naturally. I always freak out. I remember this one time shortly before I turned 15 when I thought I had some sort of skin cancer because there was a pimple under one of my freckles.
Anyway, do you know what they did? DO YOU KNOW?
It starts off super depressing, and then I become my usual self.
My friend's mom died... I don't know what to say to her. I feel bad. My mom is demanding that I call/text her immediately, but she and her sister deleted their Facebooks and everything. I very, very, very highly doubt she even wants to talk to anyone for a couple days. Everyone in our group is conflicted; we want to call or text her, but we know she more than likely wants to be left alone right now.
I don't even know if we're supposed to actually know yet or not. History Teacher told me out of nowhere today in the hall. She also told some more people from our class. The 11th grade is going to gather some money and buy her some flowers and stuff.
It's so weird. I went to her house 2 or 3 weeks ago to work on a project, and her mom was totally fine. She did have a lot of health problems, but I don't think they were necessarily expecting this.