My eleven year old sister and I somehow got on the topic of gays and lesbians (don't ask me how) while we were hanging out in the basement, playing the Super Nintendo. She basically told me that lesbians are gross. And disgusting. And horrible. And other negative adjectives that made me feel shitty. I explained to her that no, lesbians are not gross, and I went into a long speech trying to convince her. I dunno if it worked. I mean, she's eleven. She's not necessarily old enough to know the complexities of sexuality. So, while I didn't take her harsh opinion too seriously, it still hurt to know that society has convinced her to form this negative attitude.
Oh, and awhile ago I told y'all about my aunt, who's dying of liver cancer and probably won't live to see me graduate high school. My dad told us that we were gonna go see her this weekend, and I was happy. I don't see her very much at all, and it seems only fitting that I should see her AT LEAST once before she passes on. But NO. My dad changes his mind and says that we're NOT going to see my aunt. Great, Dad. Just fucking great. This means that I might not get to see her before she dies. And I'll feel like shit at the funeral because I NEVER got to say goodbye. I really hate my dad. He does this sort of thing ALL THE TIME.
The good news? Uhhh...I just drank a delicious peanut butter and chocolate malt made by my grandma. And driving class is going quite well. And ummm...and I finally got a chance to rent some horror movies that I'm gonna watch tonight, so that's cool. Oh and Amber texted me without me texting her first. Oh, and my new class ring is gonna come any day now. I would post a picture of it, but the freaking website won't let me. I can't wait to wear it and show it off to the world.