My arch-nemesis and I just had a civilized ten-minute conversation, I think she referred to me as her friend, and she wants to talk to me later. Umm, WHAT? HAHA! What just happened?

Yeah, there was this girl who made me cry in seventh grade math class because she made fun of me about being a lesbian, and I wasn't used to being made fun of about it back then. She was SUCH a bitch! It all started because she made fun of my not having a Southern accent one day. I told her to go chew on some discarded tampons. Instant enemies!

She looked like a short version of French Class Girl (and she was Irritating Girl's best friend... Coincidence?) and wore weird socks. She thought she was all deep n' shit, but really she lacked a brain, so eventually I just learned to laugh at everything she said 'cause some of it was so stupid it was funny. To this day, I still consider her the Queen of Dumb, outclassing even French Class Girl in terms of pure, unadulterated stupidity.

She made fun of me from the middle of seventh grade and until about the last month of eighth, when she moved. In eighth grade, her teasing became a game, really, and I wasn't offended by her until she started saying some really sexual stuff about my friend and me. She would ask me if I was going to rape the girl and other things of that nature. When I realized how I liked my friend, I wouldn't ever let this enemy girl have a chance to open her mouth and spew her disgustingness. I always, always argued with her over something unrelated so she'd never have a chance to mention my friend. Sometimes it worked, but not always.

Well, when she announced she was moving, I was overjoyed that I could be in peace, yet I was slightly sad to lose my arch-nemesis. I remember I hugged her goodbye on her last day, hoping to cause her to freak out over "gay germs." I was a little disappointed and confused when she hugged me back.

Today, I got home and got on facebook. It showed me that a number of my friends were adding... that girl. I added her too, not really expecting her to accept me. I laughed for about five solid minutes when she did, and I laughed even harder when she actually talked to me and seemed HAPPY to hear from me. The entire conversation was so civilized and nice too, like one you'd expect to have with a long-lost buddy rather than your arch nemesis.

I had a pretty good day today. I think I might actually get above a 75 on the geometry test tomorrow, and I might be getting to go somewhere with my older friends soon, although I will have to meet their significant others... That might be a little awkward with me being single and 3-ish years younger than all of them, but I've been assured it's alright.

French Class Girl made fun of me for mispronouncing a word. Right after she did, she was called on and mispronounced an entire sentence. I laughed soooo hard! Oh, man, was she pissed!

The only thing really bad that happened today is something my grandma said. It was one of the most dreadful things I could ever bear to think of.

"((Dad's girlfriend)) wants to buy a big five-bedroom house in this town with your dad and move you and your sister into it!"

NO. NO. NO. NO. NOOOO.

Although they would be out of that awful town and therefore I couldn't hold that against them, I abso-fucking-lutely REFUSE to move into a house with three little kids and a woman I barely know, even if my dad would be there. The woman and her children are STRANGERS to me. Hell no I am not living with them! I would never voluntarily live with any little kids, anyway. The one I'm forced to be around already makes me want to rip off my own face and eat it.

It's funny, though, because when my parents first got divorced, I adamantly insisted on living with my dad when my mom finally got a job and moved out. That was before he had the girlfriend, though... And they've only been together for five months! This is too soon. Of course, my grandma said that it was "just a bunch of talk," but I'm still a little scared...