Lump Sum and Pumpkin Seeds

What's kickin', angels?

Yeah, I skipped posting yesterday, but not that much went on yesterday, so I thought I'd put today and yesterday's experiences together. Hence the name, Lump Sum.

I guess I'll start from the beginning, as always.

When I woke up on Friday morning, it was peaceful and nobody was home except me. :) Those are always my favorite days. I can do pretty much whatever I want and nobody knows.

I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some Nesquik milk. It was so good! Not to mention, watching Tosh.0 with it makes it even better. :) I love Tosh.

Next, it's time to work. I had to clean my room because it was a fucking mess. It looked like a small tornado passed through. That always happens to me, dammit!

I was planning on putting new sheets on my bed, so I stripped the old ones off, but then I got side-tracked and forgot about that. I did have to clean up the damn kitchen, full of dishes that weren't mine! I hate when they leave a mess for me and just expect me to clean it up. It's funny how I say that, but clean it up anyway because I'm a good child.

I mowed the lawn too! I'm so pro. Haha, I earned six dollars mowing my section of the yard. It took about an hour. Six dollars an hour. That's below minimum wage! I'm telling!

The one blessing I had was that the gas tank was empty, but I checked it before I left the shed, so I was able to refill the tank before it could strand me on a hill. That always happens. The container with the gas in it wasn't even that full so I could actually lift it without making a mess. That made my life considerably easy.

Watching my dog sprint across the yard is so funny. I really wish I could run that fast. He just has so much energy. Why can't I have some of that energy so I can run around and feel like I'm flying?

Next, cleaning the bathroom. It wasn't that bad since I had cleaned it not too long ago. I was proud of myself for not letting it fall into the category of DISGUSTING before deciding to clean it. Plus, I wanted to use my cupcake bath bomb from Belle Amie, so I wanted a clean tub.

My shower rug is still wet from the incident on Tuesday. Fuck my life.

My mom told me that I should be putting masks on my hair to keep it in good health, so I thought I'd use the Ojon oil restorative hair mask I got from Sephora a while ago. It must have been a considerable amount of time, because it looks so gross when I opened it. NOT USING THAT!

So I looked up a recipe for a homemade hair mask. I thought it couldn't be too hard. I mixed the milk, oatmeal, almond extract, and olive oil together. It seemed a little, not  the right texture, so I heated it up in the microwave for a little bit. That seemed better.

I put it in my hair, and the oatmeal proceeded to get everywhere. The rest of the paste went on my hair easily, but whoever thought oatmeal was a good idea, WAS WRONG!

I had to wrap my head in Saran Wrap to get it to stop falling off. My nice and clean sink was now covered in oatmeal. Nice. I put a headband on my head to keep the Saran wrap on, then stripped down to soak with my cupcake bath bomb while my head soaked in oatmeal extracts or whatever.

I didn't realize how long it took to fill up a bathtub...

LATER: The bath bomb was so cute! And the bottom fizzed and made bubbles! It was fun! I shaved my legs and exfoliated with the remaining part of the bath bomb, the icing. It was cool.

I had to shower after that to get the oatmeal out of my hair. It was crazy. There were piles of oatmeal all in the bottom of the shower. Gross, right? I had to sweep all of it down the drain with my hands. At least the shower was clean. I was thanking myself.

Now, the results of my hair mask. My hair was really greasy in some places, and dry in others. I curled my hair to hide the damage and sprayed some dry shampoo on the oily spots. Apparently, it takes two coats of shampoo to take out ALL the mask. I didn't know. Next time, I'll do that.

At least my hair was curled. I like when my hair is curled. I cleaned all the floors after that. Accomplishment, yes!

Next, I had to finish a chapter for my Fan Fiction story. Ahhh, I didn't know people would want updates so quickly! So much pressure! I had one half written though, thank God. I managed to write an acceptable ending.

I had my lunch/dinner at 4. It was leftover night, so I could eat whenever I wanted, okay? I had a hamburger and potato wedges. It was yummy in my tummy. :) Not to mention, I got to nibble on my chocolate Easter bunny for a while.

My mom called while I was on the computer to tell me to get up to the end of the street so we could go to Good Friday service. I quick came up with a cute outfit: Floral shorts, cream sweater, leather jacket, wedges. BAM!

I rode my bike up 3/4 of the street, ditched my bike in the woods, and walked to the end. She showed up about two minutes later. I was pretty good with the timing, I have to say.

She told me not to text during church, but come on, I love my Antoine. I'll do what I want. But he was at Nick's house, practicing for the talent show, so he couldn't really talk anyway.

My pastor made me light the candles, which I never do anymore because the young kids are supposed to. None of them came yesterday, so I got the job. When he was preaching about Easter and Passover, all I could think of was the newest South Park episode about the Jewpacabra and the Passover dream that Cartman had. I tried so hard not to laugh during the somber sermon.

My mom said that I shouldn't blow bubbles with my gum during church, but I can't really help it. It's an unconscious thing that I do. I don't even notice half the time.

The pianist played one of the songs that I have in my repertoire for church service playing. Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross. That's my song, bro!

When we got home, my brother had arrived from Purdue. He was ticked for awhile about coming back, but my mom made him some shots and soon he didn't care anymore. I sat on the floor eating popcorn while they  talked, but eventually my mom had to go to bed, so it was just me and him. I convinced him to watch an old South Park with me. We watched Damien, the one about how the devil's son comes up on Earth. It was pretty good. I got him to watch the Margaritaville one too. It was fun.

I thought it was time for bed, but he ended up camping in my room for like two hours while I texted Anthony and sorted through my newly printed pictures. Eventually, I was curled up in bed and he had to leave. It was like one o'clock in the morning. Yeah, it's sleepy time.

THE NEXT DAY...

My mother woke me up at nine to tell me that I was going to the grocery store with her. Nice.

Shower, makeup, gay outfit because I have no clothing, blow dry hair, ready to go! Yeah, I'm fast, angels.

I munched on a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich while my brother got ready. I like peanut butter, if you hadn't noticed already.

They made me drive all the way to the store, which is like a half hour. Not too bad, but still a pain.

Once we get there, it takes like two hours to get through the whole store. Nobody ever wants to come with us because we just meander and pick out yummy things.

I'm the one that gets sent on random runs through the aisles to pick up miscellaneous items that we missed or that aren't really a necessity. Fun, right? Actually, it's not bad because I get to dodge people. There were SO MANY people there today! It blew my mind. I didn't know how crazy the day before Easter really is. It didn't seem like any of the stock was depleted though, except the book section because I was looking for Mockingjay and they didn't have it. Who doesn't have the Hunger Games final book? FOOLS!

The bagger for our cash register took all the time in the world to bag our shit. Guess how much we bought? 440 dollars worth of food. Yeah, it's a lot. I wonder how we'd not broke or something. That's a lot of brand name food.

They made me drive back too, but we stopped at a liquor store because my mom and brother wanted more alcohol. They're so weird. I was sitting in the car when I got a text from Chrisi that I had to go to Megan's for talent show practice at two. It was one thirty. And i was like five minutes from her house. I called her house. She wasn't home. I texted Chrisi. Chrisi was on her way there. Decision made. I'm going to show up.

So I did. I showed up there. Turns out, Megan got home. Ta-da! She didn't call me back. Bitch! :P Doesn't matter, I was there. My brother threw my jacket on the ground like a meanie. But he's my brother so I let him without beating him up.

We ended up chilling in her room for a half hour while we waited for Sarah to show up. Then, harmonies fell into place. It took awhile and my piano awesomeness to pluck it out, but we got it. :) Then, I messed around on her piano until she told us to go out onto the balcony and talk.

We talked out there for about fifteen minutes until my brother showed up to take me home. That means emo music. Anthony bought a Nintendo 64, and when I go over there tomorrow, I get to play it, maybe. His family is coming over and I'm scared. I can't talk right with his immediate family, let alone a bunch of his relatives! OH GOD! I'm going to really have to put on a fake face. And try not to offend anybody. Which is hard, because it's me.

Wish me luck, angels. Wish me luck.

Bt dubs, my hair is super soft today. Maybe the mask worked after all...

Quote of the day: "I hope you don't talk about me behind my back that way."

Of course not ;)

You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki

Changing Hairstyles and Taking the Scenic Route

What's kickin', angels?

Ugh, I felt like a got nothing accomplished today. I skipped school, so there isn't anything there. And then there's the fact that everything was just WRONG. Hahaha, okay, really, I don't think it was that bad. I'll start from the beginning, like always.

Well, this morning wasn't that bad. I mean, when my mother wakes me up before my alarm is supposed to go off, I get kind of ticked, but she said that breakfast was ready. WHAT? FOOD? FOR ME?

I got up. :) When someone makes food for me, why not? Saves me the trouble.

Turns out, she made these really fluffy and delicious pancakes and put strawberries on top. Best breakfast ever, in a long time. Thank you, mother! We watched Good Morning America while eating. Well, she watched it. I kind of just listened because I didn't put my contacts in so I couldn't see the TV very well.

One of the stories was about a women who blogged about how other women shouldn't hate on her for being pretty. I'm like, HOLLA! The freshmen that sit at the lunch table behind us all hate me because I'm pretty. Why do they do that? I always admire other people when they look good, I never hate on them. I was a gay man in a past life though, so I don't have the complete woman mentality. :) That's your fun fact for the day, angels.

I took a shower, threw my wet hair up in a bun, put my animal print headband on, did some simple makeup, and off the salon I went. I drove too. I'm so proud of myself. Screw my mother who is lazy and won't drive me.

We got in there and she got to work on my hair. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate getting my hair cut? No? Well, yeah. I despise it with a burning passion.

The hair being pulled out of my head by a god damn comb is annoying. The hair combed so it covers my entire face drives me crazy and makes my nose itch, which makes it ten times worse. Then the cape thing around my neck...that's the worst. I HATE STUFF AROUND MY NECK! I could never hang myself. I hate stuff touching my neck too much. It makes me so mad and uncomfortable that I have to clench my hands into fists and breathe deeply to avoid flailing and ripping the cape off. I'm crazy, I know.

What pissed me off the most was this...she asked me if I was growing my bangs out. I wasn't, so I said, "No." So she proceeded to take my side bangs and cut them so they turned into straight bangs. Exactly what I didn't want because I'm sick of them and Anthony isn't too fond of them either. She parted my hair too far to the side anyway. I fixed it. She fixed the supposed "side bangs." They're not side bangs. They go straight across. It's so stupid.

How does a trained professional still mess up simple side bangs? Did she not see what they looked like when I walked in? I kinda wanted them to be the same. Yeah, she can't exactly read my mind, but I didn't tell her to do that. I was pretty pissed. I hope she noticed. I don't even know what to say to her. I just don't get along with her for some reason. She makes me angry.

She even thinned them too much and now I have baby hairs poking off my forehead. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?! I never had baby hairs there before. This cannot be happening. No.

Yeah, it happened. Life ruined for at least three weeks. My mood is dependent upon my hair. My mother told me not to focus on looks so much. My looks got my boyfriend to notice me. I think they matter a little bit, MOM. She probably cared when she was my age, so I don't want to hear it. It's the only thing I have to work on. I don't need to make myself smarter because that comes naturally to me. I learn things quickly. I do not become pretty very quickly. I don't learn social skills quickly, because I'm only friendly when I'm pretty. Therefore, I was not very friendly today.

We went to the eye doctor next. I made my mom drive because I was too upset about my hair to even focus on driving. She said I was acting like a two-year-old. She needs to take a look at how fucked up my hair is now. My side bangs made me look at least a little seductive. Straight across bangs mean nerd or innocence. GAY!

The eye doctor was all smiles and I was all HATE. I just wanted to see again. Turns out, I need to use the eye drops for another two weeks, because there is still some residual infection of some sort. I don't know what it's from, but I assume it's because I didn't clean my makeup brushes after I put makeup on multiple different people at the musical, and they must have got infected. The day we first went to the eye doctor about this, I cleaned my brushes right away. When in doubt, use Dawn Dishwashing Soap. It works WONDERS. So crazy! It got the liquid foundation right out of my brush, when the specially made brush cleaner couldn't. FUCK YOU BRUSH CLEANER! DAWN RAPES!

She finally decided to give me a new pair of contacts, then shoved me out of the room to see if they made my eyesight any better. HECK YES THEY DID! Everything is so much clearer now! YAY! It's crazy. But I was lonely out there by myself, wandering around, looking at glasses frames (they all looked ugly on me) and catching my reflection in the mirrors. My bangs make me look like Justin Bieber when I swoop them to the side. THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE BIEBS!

My mom ordered new glasses. She's cool and glasses look good on her. I'm jealous.

I was still thoroughly pissed was we walked out of the eye doctor's office. She had to run back in to check on something like three times. Fuck my life.

She made me drive to Panera Bread, which wasn't that far away. Suddenly, my day was starting to get little better. Good food? Oui!

Some cunt in a gray car almost killed us because she wasn't paying attention when we were pulling out onto the main road. What a bitch. I saved us. I'm cool like that. We proceeded to pull into the Panera Bread parking lot, and parked within sight of a cop. I was hoping he would go arrest the cunt. He didn't. Damn.

My mom had her pupils dilated for the eye check-up, so she had to wear her sunglasses inside. I'm pretty sure everyone in the cafe thought she was blind. I find that amusing.

She got a salmon and bacon panini. I got broccoli cheddar soup and a roasted turkey and fuji apple salad. NOMS. I get the broccoli cheddar soup every single time we go to Panera. It's so good, I just can't resist. What was even weirder was that afterwards, my mom bought us cookies for dessert. She never does that! Amazed was I.

She got a shortbread cookie that was iced to look like an easter egg. She said it was lemon flavored. I just got a plain shortbread cookie. It was delicious. Usually, Panera's pastries aren't that good, but these were.

I led my blind mother back out to the car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I passed two men in white shirts. They had holstered guns on their belts. Whoa, hustlers. Just kidding, they were cops.

We took the long way home. It was fun. Scenic and good for improving my down-shifting. My car is a manual. Well, my mom's car is a manual. My brother has the car that is technically mine. I'm buying it off of him in like a month.

We got back and my mom promptly fell asleep. I decided to put my hair up in a bun to try and make myself feel better about my hair. It didn't really work. I read some of the reviews of my stories on fanfiction.net.

I love those people so much. They want me to continue all of my stories! Isn't that nice? A lot of people favorited and reviewed. I've never had so much attention online before. It was awesome. I feel spoiled now. I hope I don't let them down. I think I'll take my time and create more goodness for them to read. Screw my mom, who doesn't like Style fanfics. I like them. Other people like them. Let's just leave it at that.

Jean invited me over to dye Easter eggs with her family. That was pretty funny. They had a ton of different colors and a bunch of eggs to color. Everyone made a mess though. Dye was spilled, eggs were cracked, but we all had fun.

Jean's dad showed up and it got a little awkward. Her parents recently got divorced. I'm still not used to it. He brought buckets of Easter candy for everyone. I ate some of Jean's and her brother's because I don't get any Easter candy. My parents don't love me.

I still stayed at their house for a little while longer, but then their dad took them to go get ice cream and I decided to bail. I never really liked their dad, even when he was married to their mother. He was just, not the friendliest guy in the world.

So I came home, took a shower in a last attempt to get my Bieber hair to look normal. I think I succeeded. It doesn't look exactly the same, but it looks okay...

Just okay.

My mom made me cook sausages on the grill that reminded me of dicks. That's the awkward mind you are hearing from, angels. Get used to it ;)

Yeah, I'm about done for the day. I might just start on writing the next chapter for one of my fanfics. I can't post my original stories on fictionpress.net until tomorrow since the site is mean and has rules, but until then, FAN FICTION RULES!

Quote of the day: "Shut up."

Yeah, original, right? But I heard it a lot, so shut up. :P

You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki

Everybody Stops and Stares at Me

What's kickin', angels?

I'm back. Yep. I'm posting for the second time in a row. That almost never happens, if you know me at all. Which, maybe you do, maybe you don't. Now you know anyway. What am I saying?

Let's start off with the morning again, shall we?

It's my day to get a ride to school on Wednesday, so I take advantage and sleep for an extra hour. There's a lot more leeway when you know that your mother will wait for you and not take off.

No problems with the shower like yesterday, thank God! I was hoping that it wouldn't become a habit.

Today, I actually had clothing to wear too. That made me happy. Today wasn't a bad day at all. If you want to know what I was wearing, check out my fashion blog. It's on there. The only new thing I wore was my shoes, and I'll get back to that later.

I didn't spend any time on my makeup today. I wanted to curl my hair instead, so I spent my extra fifteen minutes of glory with a Remington Curling Wand, making awesome curls in my boring hair. It takes longer than it should because, hey, I still have to text Anthony in the morning. He's important. Like my hair. My hair is pretty important too. It determines my mood for the entire day. Today, I was relatively happy and confident. Wait, a tick. Oh wait, it's because my hair was curled and I didn't have to worry about it. That's why. I always become a little bit more carefree. I just like it. Anthony likes my hair when it's straight. I can never win.

My mom kept asking me if I was close to being ready, when I had half my head curled and no shirt on. Yes, I'm totally ready to go to school, right now. Let's pack up and go!

God, that makes me angry. I don't even answer her sometimes. Today I just said, "Don't bother me."

She asked again later. I asked her if it looked like I was ready. She yelled at me that we were going to be late. Turns out, we weren't. I win.

The one thing that my mother did that didn't make me angry was her breakfast choice today. Whole wheat bread, crunchy peanut butter (my favorite), and banana slices. :) Somebody was on the ball today. It was delicious. Nom nom nom. I was pissed that I had to stab my soymilk fifty times to get it open, but that's what I get for having a good main course. FUCK YOU FOOD KARMA! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!

I got to school at like 8:04, not the latest I've ever arrived. Nobody leaves the locker circle until 8:07. I still had time. Anthony met up with me as I was walking down the hallway. He was worried that I wasn't coming to school.

Bro, I never skip! Hahaha, yes I do. Just kidding.

But not today. I get to skip tomorrow.

As soon as I reached my locker, I was swarmed by my best friends. Anna, Shanna, and Abby. Anna seemed a little ticked. I found out why within two seconds.

"They want to touch your shoes," she said, looking at them.
"They're so cute!"
"I love your shoes!"
"They remind me of Candyland!"
"Megan said they looked like cotton candy!"
"Anna said we should touch them."
"No, I did not. You wanted to."
"Nun uh!"

I proceeded to gather my books for math class. Anna gave me a look. I was chuckling on the inside.

"You can touch the shoes if you want. Go ahead."
"But that would be awkward."
"No, it's not," I said. "Just touch them."

They did. I don't see what the point was. But okay. At least they liked them. Can I be deemed the shoe queen yet?

Anthony said he would complain about me being late to school for the rest of the day. That's not really fair, but I can deal with it. It gives me an excuse to act mad and punch him lightly in the stomach. Little fake fights with him are fun. He always wins anyway. But I get a kiss at the end, so it's not too bad. ;)

He gives me a kiss, an "I love you," then runs off to Trossman for his English class. I get Mc D. Fun.

I walked in to find an empty spot where my desk should be.

"Noah thought you should be shunned, so he moved it," Hailey said, pointing to the front of the classroom where my desk was.

Whatever, bitch. I went to go get it, but some guy grabbed it and drug it back to the right spot for me. Thanks, man. I don't talk to you, but thanks.

I was quite pissed that I didn't have any gum, because I'm self-conscious about my breath. For good reason, mind you. I have the worst breath. It's so annoying. I chew gum 24/7. And now I had run out. I needed gum now, or I would not be kissing Anthony for the rest of the day.

Kyle had some. Best friend in the whole wide world! Haha, that's what Noah always says. His ways are ingrained in my mind. He has poisoned me for good. Oh, well.

It was that 5 React black gum that tastes kind of weird. It's not the worst thing I've ever put in my mouth, but it wasn't the best either. It's gum though, so I took it.

Hailey threw my pencil bag into the garbage can because she's a bitch. I stood up, retrieved it, tossed it in my purse again, then said, right as the teacher was walking by...

"Don't do that, you mother fucker."

Guess who didn't get in trouble? ME. I own Mc D. OWN.

I did the next assignment while Noah finished up the previous one. Good team work, wouldn't you say? I also got to work on the 77 pages of information on Irish Genocide that I printed last night. Fun. I was highlighting like a mother fucker. Joy to the world, angels.

I heard about how Kasey sent a picture of her boobs to some guy last year and it got sent all around the school. I didn't even know about this. Thank you Hailey, for some nice gossip. Who sends pictures like that? How much more stupid could someone be? Please tell me.

Next stop, French class. A girl named Nicki complimented my shoes. I was quite happy. I haven't received that many compliments in a while. It's nice.

Anthony, wearing his Avenged Sevenfold shirt, is the completely opposite of me. I love it. He wears that shirt all the time and it makes me angry because it seems to be a size too big. But, I digress. It seems to be his favorite, so I'll let him keep it :P As long as he wears his red one. That's my favorite of his shirts. He liked the one I wore today. He was a bit preoccupied with making sure that my bra strap wasn't showing, but he said it was soft and fluffy and he liked it. :) Achievement unlocked.

He played games on his phone during class today. He still managed to find time to make me go crazy. He brushes his finger up and down my arm through the slit in my shirt and it tickles SO MUCH! It feels good too, but at first, SO MUCH! Gradually, I got used to it and it almost put me to sleep. I had to clench my fists for about five minutes for the flinching instinct to go away though. He said he wanted a kiss.

YOU DON'T GET A KISS IN CLASS, FOOL!

Next.

Going down the stairs. Yay. It's dangerous in 4-inch heels and when your boyfriend wishes to tickle you as you descend. I held onto the handrail. I never hold onto the handrail. Too many germs. But I did. It was gross. I survived the staircase though and that's all that matters. Right, angels?

Creative writing was my savior. My best freshman friend, Emily, wasn't here today so I couldn't talk to her. The bitch in front of me, Savannah, who yesterday said that she hated me, had changed her mind to liked but intimidated by, by the end of the period. I talked casually. I am manipulative in my own way. Trossman wasn't there though. Thank the lord, again!

I was kind of mad because I wanted her to read my story so I could turn it in, but at the same time, I didn't want her to tear apart my writing. Savannah said my story didn't draw her in. Sabrina said it was good. My mother said it was good. My father refused to read it because he doesn't like to read. I read one of Savannah's stories. It was really bad. The grammar was bad. The story was pretty pointless and angst-filled. I felt bad though, so I didn't say anything rude for once.

She said it was based on real life. It was about a girl who hated her life and tried to slit her throat. Cool.

"I hated my life," she said. In my mind, I'm thinking, "Why? How could anyone HATE life?"

But Anthony thinks life is pretty boring and pointless too, so I guess I'm the weird one. I enjoy my boring and pointless life. Do you?

I was kind of glad to get out of there in the end. I read a lot of genocide facts. It was getting to be a little monotonous. My daily walk to Show Choir with Anthony is always nice. We hold hands. It makes everything better.

Everyone in Show Choir either told me that they loved my shoes, or asked me how I could dance in such shoes as they gawked at my feet. It's not that hard...really. I swear. Turning is a little difficult. That's about it.

The sub for Show Choir marked Megan as tardy because she asked to go to the bathroom and didn't come back before the bell. What's the point of saying you can go if you're going to mark the same person tardy? What the fuck? Whatever. Subs are gay.

We learned some of the dance for "Price Tag," by Jessie J. It's not as fun as "Run the World," but props to Meredith for being able to make a dance for such a NOT dance-y song.

Guess what I had for lunch today? A cheeseburger. I'm pretty sure that Brookelyn's mom works in the cafeteria. I'm not sure, but I think I recognize her face.

FOOD KARMA, WE MEET AGAIN! I had a nice cheeseburger. I choked on a fry. WHY DOES EVERYTHING HATE ME SO! Anthony said that if I was choking, he wouldn't save me until it wasn't funny anymore.

I asked, "When does it stop being funny?"
He answered, "How long can you hold your breath?"

Hahaha, nice one, bastard.

He got written up for buying his lunch with cash. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? It's money. Take it. Food is given in return. It shouldn't matter if you get your lunch with a little card or not. Fuck that shit. It makes me angry. He doesn't have his I.D., I guess? I don't want him to get expelled or anything. That would suck! I wouldn't get to see him!

We were walking out of the cafeteria and Anthony was laughing at something behind me. I turned around. A bunch of freshmen girls were gawking at my shoes.

"I like your shoes," they all said.

"Um, thanks?" Turn and run. Turn and run!

Yeah, the attention drawn to me can be good or bad.

I get to Anna's locker and Abby is standing there. The only thing I hear is...

"I'm good in all positions!"- Anna

WHAT?

"A kid in my class. He had a shirt that said it."

Oh, that makes sense. Kind of funny too. Who is this kid? Can we be friends?

More people complimented my shoes. I didn't think they were that cool. Are these people shoe deprived?

Art class. More stupid questions about Maurizio Cattelan. I thought his artwork was cool, yes. Did I want to  answer fifty billion questions about him for a straight two weeks? NO. I showed Anna this blog since she was part of the inspiration. I didn't let her read it because that is for home time only! Not during school, damn it! :P

I pulled through in the clutch because we were missing a paper. I answered a few questions. Hehehe, I'm good at writing bullshit. You're reading this, aren't you, you little angel?

I did not forget my books in the room today. I brought them with me. I walked into Chem and Brad was mesmerized by my shoes. Caleb mocked him for liking my shoes. More people came in and were shocked by my shoes. My shoes are more popular than me. Great. Taylor made the teacher look at my shoes. He made the whole class aware. I held my leg up in the air for people to see, while sitting down. That blew a few people's minds. Yeah, I'm still a little flexible. Being a gymnast stays in the soul.

We got a worksheet. I sat with a group of three other people. I did all the work while they talked. I found out that Kyle thought I was ugly in middle school, about around the time that I thought he was attractive. Fuck my life. I got the answer right and Jacob got it wrong. I win. Ha ha.

Next, English. Not much happened. I found out that Chelsea got a 3rd degree burn on her face because she was trying to steam her face, you know, to open up the pores? Bad choice. There was an impromptu fire drill. I led everyone to the spot. I made sure to check the room number before leaving the building. Yeah, I'm smart, bitches.

Back to the room, more reading of the genocide facts. My partner for the project didn't know how to operate Prezi correctly, and since she didn't do any research, she did absolutely nothing all period. Nice going. Why do I always do all the work? Oh wait, because I'm not a dumbass.

I walked with Chelsea to my locker. She was trying to convince me to buy more shoes from this site she found. No, not doing that. Sorry.

Anthony met me in between my locker and Anna's so he could say good-bye. I was staying for ECHO club and he was going to watch a video for his insurance thing. He just got his license. He's insured now. He can drive by himself! He's so cool! Hehehe. But yes, I got some nice kisses because he knew I was skipping tomorrow and he wouldn't be able to see me again until...

Possibly Saturday?

My mom wanted him to come to Easter dinner in the afternoon on Sunday, but his church doesn't get out until 12:30 and he wants me to come to his family's Easter dinner so...

He's coming on Saturday for pizza, possibly wings, with my family. My dad, my mom, my brother, and me. No relatives near us to meet. Just the regular family. But he'll be with me. That's enough for me. :)

Anna and Shanna were staying after for ECHO club anyway, so I thought I'd join in on the fun. Just kidding, the actual club isn't fun, but we get to talk, so it's all good.

ECHO club is simple. We take black trash bags, fill them with paper for the recycling, drag them down to the library doorway, then run back upstairs, grab out bags, and get the fuck out of the building before we have to help the nerds dump them in the bins.

It's a brilliant plan. At least we help a little bit. Bitches, please.

My mom was talking to whole way home. I wasn't really listening. I don't care. I'm tired by the end of the school day and I don't want to put up with her shit!

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

Fannie Mae Candy Company sent us Cream Filled Easter Eggs for free. YUMMY! :D

Then, I sat down here and got to typing.

Anna created a blog today. I won't tell you what it is, just in case it's anonymous. ;)

I'm freaking starving, just saying.

Hold on, I have a stash of Reese's Cups.

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All better :)

I guess I've told you everything that happened today.

Hope you enjoyed, angels.

Quote of the Day: "Meredith just said, 'Make it rain!'"----"Oh, she's dirty!"

You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki

A Welcome and a Rant

What's kickin', angels? ;)

So, I thought I'd start off by saying hello.

Hi.

I wasn't planning on doing a blog about my personal life until I was talking to my best friend, Anna, and I called my life, "completely boring and utterly pointless." Sounds great, right? Turns out it's the best name I could come up with, considering I wasn't actually thinking about it. I'm pretty proud of myself. It's a nice day, why not talk about it?

Seems like I'm in a pretty good mood right now, doesn't it? Well, it didn't start out that way. Coffee was involved.

When I woke up this morning, at five o'clock, I might add, I was not in a good mood. Who wants to wake up that early? Not me. Therefore, the alarm clock was reset so I could get an extra half hour of sleep. It didn't really help my mood.

Eventually, I had to get up. You know, showering is essential to smelling good. It's a good thing, angels.

So, I went about my daily routine of showering. La-dee-da. It was when I stepped out of the shower that my real problems started. The bath mat, which I hate because it never dries in the first place, was sopping wet. Since I'm blind, I didn't really notice the huge puddle beside the mat until I stepped in it. My shower curtain was not tucked in properly. Fuck my life.

That was gross. Yes, I cleaned it up. My dad would kill me if I didn't get the water off the wood floors. "WARPING!" Is what he would yell in a situation like that. Yes, I fear his outbursts about things like that.

Anyway, I thought that was just a minor setback. While retrieving a towel to clean up the mess mentioned before, I decided to pick out my clothes for the day. The laundry room currently holds all of my good clothing hostage, so yeah. I went down there. I found out that my mother had decided to throw all of my jeans into one load...that was in the washing machine, sopping wet. Let's just say I was none too happy. I need pants. I can't just walk around naked in the school. I would be totally fine with it if it was socially acceptable because I'm comfortable with my body, but I don't think anyone else would appreciate that, except maybe my boyfriend.

So, I threw a bitch fit. Then helped her move the clothes out of the dryer so maybe, just maybe, my pants might  dry before the bus could come.

Back upstairs to the fortress of beauty! Dun-du-nun! Yeah, I make sound effects. Shut up.

My morning routine is intense and takes time. A considerable amount, considering I'm ugly. Okay, let me clarify. I'm what people who don't know me would call...SOOO PRETTY! My friends say I look nice sometimes. Grown-ups say I'm stunning. My boyfriend calls me beautiful...so technically, no one but myself thinks I'm ugly. Because I know the truth. You might ask, why do you want to be known as pretty? Isn't that exactly the thing women don't want to be defined by? NO. Duh? I've worked so hard to be noticed for my looks. I've always been the nerd. The little ugly midget girl with an attitude, but a brain that shouldn't be messed with. Now, I've got the looks to lure you in, the smarts to make you feel inferior, and an attitude that'll punch you in the gut. Sounds like the description of a killer? Yep. Perfect.

So, I put my face on. Haha, yeah, foundation, powder, blush, all that crap. I try to make myself look normal. I'm constantly perfecting my makeup artistry. It was then that I noticed that I was...STARVING! That's actually not normal for me. I eat my breakfast every morning, but I don't always crave it. For one, I'm not an idiot that skips breakfast because it's the most important meal of the day and if I didn't have it, I'd die. Two, my mother makes it for me, so why not? Right? Well, she decided to be a lazy ass today and gave me a power bar.

"Try it out," she said. Fuck that! I'm starving and fate hands me a power bar and a soymilk, then says, "Hope it lasts until C lunch!" Fuck you, food karma! What did I do to you? Must have been the extra chocolate I ate yesterday. My dad made me stop eating it because he said that eating candy while reading just makes chub. My dad is so rude sometimes, but hey, it makes for a great story to tell everyone else. It didn't really insult me. I just wanted chocolate, that's all. When life hands you a free candy bar, courtesy of my piano teacher, you don't say no!

The next act of fate against me was by my bus driver. She's a bitch and opened the windows today. No windows open in the morning. Ever. I just spent forever trying to get my hair to look good. You will not fuck it up, Judi! I promptly closed them all. I wonder if she even noticed. I slammed them pretty hard. Nobody messes with my hair. My math teacher used to. Now he's scared of me. Let's leave it at that ;)

I was feeling pretty down, but I text my boyfriend at seven sharp, every morning. Today was no different. It makes me a little better. I fell asleep while listening to my Death Cab for Cutie album, but it was a peaceful bus ride nap. It pisses me off when we transfer and my contacts are all dry, so they almost pop out of my eyes, but it gradually gets better. Then the driver turns on loud country music. It never fails to piss me off.

At school, around seven forty-five, I walk into school, thoroughly ticked. Something about the fact that I will see my lover soon tends to calm me a little bit. Or hype me up. I'm hyper sometimes in the morning. The whole hallway tends to listen to me, because half the time, I'm screaming. What up?!?!?! Haha, sorry about that, but I can't control it. Some girl, okay, not just some girl, my nemesis, Rachel, told me to be quiet. I flicked her off and turned away. Her boyfriend told me later on that she was mad at me. That could be why. Also because I kicked her out of the quartet my friends and I are doing for the talent show. Oops? I think NOT!

Seeing my boyfriend every morning, it's so nice. I wish I had an hour to just cuddle up with him and take a nap every morning. He's the best pillow ever! Hehe, my friend Noah was making fun of me in math class today because Anthony and I seemed to be attached to each other as soon as we see one another. It's only because I only see him for five minutes at a time during the day. LEAVE ME ALONE! Haha, Noah's the best. Whenever he wants something, he has to tell me that he loves me. Anthony is none too happy about that sometimes, but I find it awesome. I tell Noah that I love him all the time. It doesn't have the same meaning as it does with Anthony of course, but still. He's my friend.

Math class is boring as hell. Who's math class isn't? I just work with Noah and tell him to shut up most of the time. I drank some of his Mt. Dew today before he opened it. It was good, for the few sips I took. Abby, my other best friend, hit the other one out of his hand in an attempt to copy what I had done, and ended up making the bottle burst and pop went everywhere. It was sticky around those lockers all day. People were pissed. We yelled at Abby. I think her feelings were a little bit hurt for once. Whoa.

French is gay now. I mean, I sit next to Anthony, so I get to sneakily hold hands with him during class, but we still have to do work and that's not okay. I'm sure the whole class agrees. Constant activities are pointless. Talking among ourselves is much more fun.

Creative writing, my third period class was actually kind of fun. The devil, Mrs. Trossman, wasn't here today, so I didn't have to hear about her shit. And she wasn't tearing someone's writing to pieces. All was well in the ninth circle of Hell today. That's what she calls her room. She's right. It's Hell. The bitch in front of me, Savannah, asked for a copy of the story I had just written. She said she wanted to read the whole thing after reading the first page yesterday. She never read it. I was ticked. I enjoy feedback. Fuck her. She also told me that I scare her and she hates me. That's cool, bro. It's not like I cared. I'm not too fond of her either. After that, mass editing of a story I'm going to post on fanfiction.net happened. I'm still not done, but that's next after this.

Fourth period is SHOW CHOIR! We practiced contest music today. Not much to talk about. We also went over the Run the World dance we learned, you know the Beyonce song? Yeah, we dance like gangstas to that. The freshmen behind me always watch me. The captains always put me in front too. Am I good? I don't know. The freshmen said my outfit yesterday was cute. I was like, thanks? The one I wore today wasn't too spectacular. Just a Ralph Lauren V-Neck and a pair of skinnies. Plus my wedges because I hate flats and skinnies together. They make me look stupid.

Lunch, Bosco sticks. Breadsticks filled with cheese. Noms. My boyfriend forgot to get money for food, just like yesterday. The only difference was...this time he took my two dollars and bought himself some food! Accomplishment! Yes! I'm so proud of myself for bothering him until he gave in. I don't see the problem with taking someone's money to buy food if they offer. What's the big deal? Him and Abby. They're weird. I would hope someone would offer to buy ME lunch if I forgot my money. Psh.

Kisses before class with Anthony=heaven. He's my drug. My calm and happiness drug. I'm addicted, and proud of it. That's all I have to say.

The eye doctor told me that I have little specks of stuff on my eyes, so she prescribed eye drops that I have to use 3-4 times a day. That means during school. During art class. Fun! I take Anna with me to the bathroom so I'm not lonely and awkwardly standing there, listening to people piss. Haha. The paper towel dispenser wasn't working. I had to use the super slow hand dryer. Yeah, a little bit of bad luck still filtering into my day. It was during this art period that I came up with my blog name. Yes, art class. My creativity was working today! Yes! You better believe it! Usually, all I talk about is Anthony in art class, because Anna is there and she listens to all of my crap. I didn't have much to say today. I'm doing alright as far as relationships go.

Next, my favorite subject but not so great class, CHEMISTRY. It started off rough. With two minutes to go until the bell rang, I realized that I left my books in the art room. FUCK YOU FATE! I had to run all the way back to the art room, which is down a flight of stairs, then run back up the stairs, in 3-inch wedges mind you. I was out of breath by the time I got back to Chem, but I made it. That's right. I'm speedy fast. We had a quiz today over gas laws. I think I owned, but I'm not sure. I read for a while. I started the book, "It's Kind of a Funny Story, " by Ned Vissini...I think that's how you spell that. It's pretty good so far. Kind of weird, but I like it. My chemistry teacher showed us how to boil water at room temperature. It involves a vaccuum and some marshmallows. Haha. Kyle and I talked instead of really paying attention. Whatever. In the end, my ex, Jacob, and I came to the conclusion that I could talk a therapist into suicide. I consider that an accomplishment.

I've talked people into comas before. Anna and Abby were listening to me talking one minute, then they couldn't remember what happened for the next 2-3 hours. I'm proud of that. I haven't done that to Anthony yet, but that's because we don't talk for that long without incorporating...other things. ;)

Lastly, English, back in the ninth circle of Hell. We had a one hundred question test. Who does that? Who? Oh wait, Trossman. The sub was still there though, so at least we didn't have to hear about her shitty life. The test wasn't too hard. There were some random questions that didn't have any real importance. It was about the book we had just finished. "Night," by Elie Wiesel. It was pretty good. It was about how he survived the Holocaust. It was better than Hamlet, I'll tell you that much. I read more of "It's Kind of a Funny Story." Still awesome.

Ah, the bus ride home. How I enjoy it! NOT. Well, it's okay because I sit next to Anna and we laugh about random things, but still. Driving home by myself would be more fun. Anthony can start driving tomorrow. GAY GAY GAY! I want my license! I don't get it until May 24th! Not fair! I still haven't completed my drives for driver's ed. Megan, my best friend, caught up to me already. DAMN YOU MOTHER! I scream a lot. Sorry. Get used to it.

Some Owl City on the other bus. Reading because I'm a nerd. I'm so sullen looking on that bus because I don't have any friends on there, partially because they're all freaks. I text. I put my head down so my hair doesn't blow around in the wind as much. It doesn't really help all that much, but hey, it's life. And I don't wear hair bows on my wrists EVERY day.

Easter cards came from one set of the grandparents. I didn't open mine yet. I thought I'd wait to see if my mom would deem it appropriate to open it before the actual holiday. Does it matter? I don't know.

 Really, the only thing I've done since then is make an iced coffee for myself, opened the windows to let the warm air in, and finished off that Greek candy bar from yesterday.

 It was good. :)

Frozen dinner? I think so! My dad's not coming home tonight because he's working out of town or something, so my mom doesn't deem it a worthy day to cook. I just love my family. We're so lazy. I have to research the Irish Holocaust for the devil...Trossman...for some project that I don't even know the due date of. Fuck that! Just kidding. I'm a good student. Why am I a good student???

Well, that's about all that happened today.

I wrote too much. I had a lot to say. I always have a lot to say, unless it's to an adult that I don't particularly know. Then, I can only squeak for some reason. Social communication problems...YEP ME RIGHT HERE!

Quote for the day: When life throws you a curve ball, throw the bat down and say, "Come at me, bitch!"

You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki