Well, I guess everything is bothering me right now. I don't know which topic to choose for the essay part of my English exam tomorrow. None of them seem particularly appealing, and only one is even really doable. The choices are so... personal! The English teacher has been really nice lately, so I don't hate her anymore, but why on earth would she care about who I admire the most or about the most depressing time in my life? How would I even write an essay about that? I think I'm going to pick the least personal one on the list. I hate having to let teachers read my personal shit. I'm stressed as hell over my math and history exams. I don't even know what I'm gonna do about history. I'm absolutely fucked, and I do not mean in the good way. Also, I just realized this school year is halfway over, which means I only have one semester to get my shit together and get that freakazoid before she goes away forever. And to top it all off, my mom bought 2% milk instead of 1%, so my chocolate milk had a funny aftertaste. :(
My chemistry exam was BULLSHIT. "Every single question will come from your study guide," said the teacher. She lied! There were more than just a few types of questions that were definitely not even mentioned on the study guide, AND you had to write a paragraph about some thing we did in class forever ago. How am I supposed to remember every tiny detail about that!? Not even IG, our chemistry genius, knew what to write.
Also, I didn't see FCG today, so I am sad! The winter holidays mean two whole weeks without seeing her. Maybe I'll see her in the hall or something tomorrow. We don't have French class right now because we already took the exam. I won't get to see her until next semester! Ughhh! Two weeks without the freakazoid...
My aunt, uncle, and cousin are coming for Christmas, I think. They're either going to be here on Christmas or on the day after. My cousin is 17, so I'll have someone to hang out with, and them being here will will give me a good excuse to not go to my grandma's dreaded Christmas family reunion. (My grandma is from my dad's side, and this is my mom's sister's family.) I know that sounds really mean, but my redneck distant relatives have no idea how to treat me, and it's the same thing every year. Because I'm the only teenage girl, I get to be babysitter to their uncontrollable demon children, and I freaking hate it. In 8th grade they tried to sit on my laptop, then personally insulted the hell out of me.
Whoa, got off onto a tangent there. Anyway, yeah, my mom's family isn't like that. They're just... dramatic... at times, but not this aunt, uncle, and cousin. They're pretty cool. They're the ones we always go visit. When I was little, they lived really close to us, so my cousin and I pretty much grew up together. But we used to beat each other up. Hahaha. Seriously, we hated each other until like, 5 years ago. I guess he was like, the annoying slightly-older brother I never had. Like, he's older than me by about a year and a half, but when we were little, he always used to love to boast about how he was sooooo much older than me and therefore should be the boss. It would make me so mad! Hahaha! But now we're on the same level, so it's okay.
Oh! Speaking of cousins, I need to tell you guys about my psycho dream. Okay, so in my dream, I was at my house, and I was getting ready to go on a date. (With the freakazoid, of course!) But one of my other cousins was there, and she wouldn't let me put my makeup on in peace. I was so mad, so I went to Golf Course Land. Yes. Golf Course Land. It was, as you probably guessed, a land composed entirely of golf courses. I never got to go on my date because my grandma suddenly materialized in the car with me. What the hell?