...I honestly don't know what it is. I've just been really TIRED and grumpy lately. I slept in until twelve yesterday, and I've just been really out of control. I started screaming and crying at my sister yesterday because she deleted my character off of our Sims 2 video game. I mean, I'm still mad at her, and she shouldn't have done that, but come on, I got WAY out of line there. Guuh...
During the last couple of weeks, I've just let the hair on my legs and armpits grow. It's been really nice, actually. I didn't have to worry about shaving and making sure the hairs don't get too long and all that crap. I'm thinking about just not shaving at all anymore.
So, apparently my dad didn't tell me that my trip to Oregon wasn't going to be two and a half weeks long after all... I am SO mad at him. Allow me to explain:
I'm about to go leave on that two-and-a-half-week-long trip I've been talking about for the past few days...
Waaah! This is going to be my last visit to Oasis for two and a half weeks! *sniffles*
If everybody doesn't miss me while I'm gone, I'm going to beat the crap out of them when I get back. :p
Just kidding! :D
But seriously, YOU HAD ALL BETTER MISS ME!
I'm sort of going to "come out" to Oasis during this journal entry, I suppose.
The girl who was harrassing me and my friends last week got punished for it. (I wrote about this in my last journal entry, if you want to know the full story.) She got ISS, which stands for in-school suspension. Basically, instead of going to class and getting to talk to her friends, she had to stay in some room and do boring things. Yay!
So, on Friday I'm going to leave on a trip with my lesbian grandmothers. I'm going to go to Oregon, which is right above California, and since I live on the East Coast of the United States, that's going to be a loooooong plane flight. The trip's going to last for two and a half weeks. I'm kind of scared...
So, yah, I have writer's block. Damn. I hate this. I love writing, but I can't right now. ARGH! I'M EVEN HAVING TROUBLE DECIDING WHAT TO WRITE IN THIS STUPID JOURNAL ENTRY! I CAN'T EVEN THINK OF ANY PHRASES TO DESCRIBE HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW PROPERLY! ARGH!
I'm not going to my school dance. I just can't socialize right now. I'm too tired and I had a bad day and UGH. I am NOT in the mood to go to the dance and listen to the usual crappy music. They always play pop and rap at my school dances. ALWAYS. I like rock and metal, and there's usually about one or two rock songs played at the dances, if at all.
I am now wearing a dress shirt, tie, and jeans. My hair is slicked back. God, this is awesome. I luuuuuuuuuuuurve crossdressing. It's so much fun. I'm going to wear this outfit at my school dance tomorrow.
Well, I finally worked up the guts to slick my bangs back with hair gel at school. Way, butch-ness! :D All of my guy friends thought my hair was weird, and my friend Hannah told me that I looked kind of like a Vulcan from Star Trek. Huh?
I was talking about what I should do with my hair today while I was in the car with my uncle, my sister, and my brother. (We were going to see Spider-Man 3. But more on that later.) My uncle stopped by Target on the way to the movie, and he bought me some hair gel!
I'm trying to get over my straight crush, and IT. IS. EFFING. HARD. I've had this gigantic crush on her for years now, ever since fifth grade. I've always had this tiny hope in the back of my mind that she might secretly be gay/bi and not realized it yet, but that small hope has been squashed by the terrible hammer of reality. (Yes, I'm going to stop using weird metaphors now.
When I carpooled home from school with my straight ex-crush today, I couldn't stop staring at her. Argh, I hate her so much! Why did she have to look so good?
Okay, so I'm over my straight crush.
I mean, it's not like I need a crush to complete me or anything, I just need to rant about my last crush and some possible ones. If you don't want to read a stupid, whiny rant, I suggest you don't continue here.