SICK

of peeps lookin at me liek I'm retarded or summat. D8

ONE HELL OF A STORM

I almost thought we were being hit by a hurricane. But it was just a really bad storm.

It hailed really bad when I got home yesterday and we brought the dogs in. They smell so bad. But we couldn't just leave them out to be pelted by hail--which pulled up some of our roof, by the way. I kept them in Son's bathroom and got so used to the smell that when I left and came back later, I was like, "DAMN! Those dogs smell."

The freeway was so backed up, my mother called me and told me that she had been stuck in traffic for a while. I told her, she was going to be stuck there for a long time, because something happened where a telephone tower came down or something, and the freeway was just jammed for miles upon miles. It was also very flooded.

The worst part was, she had to pee.

Later, she called me and told me a woman was giving birth ON THE FREEWAY. I was like, "Shit, can't it wait? Go to a hospital for Pete's sake!"

I find it funny when Hummers get stuck in floods. Like their stupid car owners underestimate the depth of the flood and go right through and end up floating. Like, "Haha! You bought this bigass, expensive car and now it's floating in a flood! Serves you right for being an idiot!"

At school, the lights went off for two seconds. At first, I was like, "YESS! SCHOOLS OUT!" but we must have some backup generator or something, because the lights came right back on, and I was like, "SHIT!!!" Oh well. Maybe it'll rain that hard again today and we can go home. BUT WHAIT! Today, I have my creative writing class! NOEZ! Can't it wait for tomorrow? Oh, wait, nevermind, tomorrow is a half day anyway. D8<

I can't win, can I?

Oh yeah, that ring that my mother got me? It kinda broke. I was trying to adjust the inner, more flexible strap and it just broke off. Maybe some superglue will fix it.

SPOILZ, BUT NOT REALLEH

Last night, my mother bestowed upon me a heavy, chunky, gaudy

ring.

AND I LOVE IT. 8D

I don't normally wear or buy rings, because I know that if I wear them then somehow, they will be lost. Don't ask me how. They just do. But this one is awesome, because it's in the shape of a crocodile. My mother thought it was gecko-shaped (I love geckoes 8D), but it was actually a crocodile (maybe an alligator, actually, but whatever). I didn't wear it today, and I kind of wish I did, but now that I am wearing it while typing and it's nearly flying off my finger cuz it's so HUGE.

I don't know what to name him. Yes, it is a him.

FAILING, YES!!

Did I mention that I'm totally not doing a 100 point assignment because 1) I'm lazy and 2) I don't have sufficent materials and 3) my parents are too lazy to help me with it?

It's due today. I told my parents that I needed a book like two weeks ago. They're like, "Oh, it's okay, you can read a book in like two days." Fuck that, they never took me, and now I have to suffer.

Okay, I know, I should have told them it was due TODAY, but I told them it was due today two weeks ago, WHEN WE HAD TIME to do this shit. If I told them we needed it on friday, they just would have gotten all pissy at me, like, "Why didn't you tell us earlier?" FUCK, I DID TELL YOU EARLIER. You just ignored me.

I don't think I'm done ranting.

I drank nothing but water yesterday, and I think my face is exponentially clearer. I actually drank ALOT of water. And I took a midday nap--dunno why I was so tired. But I napped for maybe an hour or two. I finally got up when I ate a slice of kiwi.

I want to name a corgi Kiwi. It's just a cute dog name.

Anyway, I figured I would cheat on this assignment yesterday, but I was still in the throes of waking up, so I just said, "fuck this, I'll get a zero." I got a 100 on my last test (first one in five to six years, woo!), so I should be covered.

I want an animal to cuddle.

Did I mention that I'm wearing my mukluks today? I'm wearing my mukluks today. 8D

IF I DO EVERYTHING WRONG, WILL YOU STILL LOVE MEH?

I'm tired.

I decided, today, that for a while (I'm not making a goal, just gunna try my best to keep this out as long as possible) I will drink only water and maybe some milk on the side and see what it does to my complexion. I used to have a pretty clear complexion until about the year I turned 16, when pimples began to invade every corner of my face, not just my forhead and chin and the area in front of my ears (which are the worst to pinch off, cuz they's difficult to get to, but oh so relieving). Now I've got it on those places plus my cheekbones--not just the general area of my cheeks, but the area right under my eyes that my cheekbones protrude the most. And they get pretty bad. So I'mma try this "diet" and see if it works.

Also, I'm doing laundry and I'm screwing it up. Again.

GOT MUKLUKY

Spoils of the day: food and drink and rides and a pair of black and yellow knit mukluks that smell like heavenly incense. Hippie Gypsy forevah.

There happened to be a fair in downtown Tempe--the Oktoberfest, to be exact. It was fun. Tina and I went on a ride together, and she got a headache which she cured with vanilla yogurt. Barefoot and I shared an Arnold Palmer and some island noodles.

It seems Barefoot really wants to go to homecoming with me, but I think homecoming sounds stupid. I mean, what do you do there? Eat food crapped out by a priest? Apparently, we're allowed to dance, but I can just hear all the stupid songs they're going to play for us to dance to. Gawd, I just want to do something ten times more fun than homecoming that night. He wants us to dress up in kimonos, but I'm like, "Where in the world are we going to get kimonos?" He said we can find some online, on Hot Topic, but I doubt it. I'll look.

Nope, they don't have kimonos. If they ever did, they don't have them now.

HATE THIS COMPUTER

Blocking everything... soon I'm only going to be able to blog from school. D8<>.<

And when the school blocks Blogger... what do I do then?

I'll save up for my own laptop. >8D Then I can take it anywhere I want and blog. Geez.

Anyway, Yesterday I talked to Tucker. It was strange. I've never talked to him on such a level--superficial as it was, I've never really talked to the guy other than to say, "Hey, what was the assignment again?" But I asked about Younglife, and he just went all out. We talked (well, more like he did) all the way out to the quad and I felt kind of self-conscious, like, "Dude, people can see you talking to me. What would your girlfriend think? What would your friends think? I know what I, think--I think all your friends and your girlfriend are going to think that you've somehow sunk so low as to talk to me."

Then it hit me--how I really feel about myself on the social scale. I know it's wrong to think like that, but with a background like mine, how can you blame me? I've been labeled the "nerdy, anime-hentai, kids-who-do-pot-behind-the-bleachers" kind of person. Or so I think I have. I remember, my freshman (or was it sophomore?) year, my friend told me that some girl thought I was weird and scary. I was like, "I don't even know that bitch. What did I indirectly cram up her asshole?" Now I feel like I'm not as weird as I used to be, but I still like anime, but I've never done pot (as far as I know, I may have done it while sleepwalking, but I'm not known to sleepwalk, but I have fell off the bed before when I was five or so).

I know there are kids who are "popular" who talk to me, but it's on an EXTREMELY superficial level--they just pass by and say, "Hi," and I'm like, "Hi," all sweetly, but on the inside, I'm like, "Shit, you say you're my friend but all you do is just say 'hi' when I pass by in the hallway--fuck that, I'm not your friend." So in the end, it's a very malicious "hi".

The only people I actually hang out with are Matt, Josh, and Jared. Lately, I've only passed notes with Talia. I like hanging out with Diddy afterschool, because I've known her for 3+ years now and I really like when she starts conversations with me--like the last time, she told me that she wears undershirts all the time, but now because of her baby belly, her undershirts ride up and she needs to get maternity ones. It's little things like that that maketh meh happy.

Lately, most of the people I talk to in person are male. And not like "hi" in the hallway, bullshit, but actually, "so did you see Glee last night?" kind of thing.

By the way, I fell in love with Glee. I believe it's very well-written. And I also saw five minutes of an episode of Jersey Shore. It's total crap. And the guy with the "abs" doesn't even have nice abs. They're actually pretty ugly. Those kids need Jesus.

I hope I can have the patience to keep my cool until I leave this place. Right now, I feel my patience being slowly stretched.