I should be studying algebra right now, but I don't much feel like it. It's soooo boring! I understand most things so far in the chapter, though, I think. Wow, I hope I can actually get a good grade in math for once!
The first quarter of the school year is ending soon. (ALREADY!?) I am sooo anxious. I need all A's and B's to get out of study hall, and history (Gasp! It's not math this time!) might actually be the class that annihilates that. I'm about to check my grades, and I'm scared.
My mom took my car to her churchy Bible study thingy, and my dad and I went to get it. That's not what I want to write about, though. THIS is what I want to write about: A hot girl there, probably about 18 years old, kept smiling at me. :D I highly doubt it meant anything since this was some Southern Baptist church, but it made me feel so good! She had long, brownish-red hair and green eyes, and she was pretty smokin' hot.
The little kitten from the last journal let me touch its back today! It's so fuzzy and adorable! I can't wait until it lets me hug it! I wish I knew what to name it, but like I said, I'm not entirely sure if it's a boy or a girl. I think it's a little boy, but I wasn't close enough to see for sure.
Weekends always go by too fast. I never actually do anything worthwhile, but I like not being stressed by school. I wish they lasted longer...
There's a stray cat family that hangs out in my backyard. It's a mother and two kittens, and the kittens are about two months old. I feed the kitty family sometimes. Today, the three of them were out there, and I got one of the babies to play with me for the first time ever. I have one of those cat toys that's a stick with a ribbon and a small, stuffed toy attached to it. The little cat baby loves it. :) I wish I knew if it was a boy or a girl so I could give it a name. Its sibling is cute too, but I think this little kitty is the cutest thing on the planet. I just want to pick it up and snuggle it forever!
That has got to be my favorite quote so far from the Instant Title Generator. Well, that and "Fishermen Are Watching You Poop."
My 7-year-old sister is currently whining about how I'm allowed to eat in my room while she isn't. This is because I know how to throw away my trash, and she apparently doesn't. I don't think she quite grasps the concept of me being more than twice her age and therefore able to do things she can't. I hate it when she says, "But Super Duck can ____!" while arguing about not being able to do something. 15-year-olds are generally allowed to do many more things than 7-year-olds are...
I am pretty much on the verge of tears right now. I have so much homework tonight, and most of it is utter bullshit. My English teacher insulted my intelligence by giving us two very, very repetitive worksheets on capitalization. I have an insane history test tomorrow. I have algebra homework that I absolutely do not understand, and I have fucking chemistry notes. HOLY HELL, I HATE CHEMISTRY! The notes are extra credit, but I made a freaking D on my test today, so I need to do that if I want to keep an A in the class. (This is taking forever to type for that very reason. I am doing chemistry notes and trying to write a journal.)
Friend: Remember how I said nothing too interesting happened at Homecoming?
Friend: I lied. I didn't want to tell you over text. I need to see your reaction.
Me: Haha, what happened?
Friend: French Class Girl.
Me: Well, of course. What about her?
Friend: I looked over and saw her dancing dirty with some other girl.
Me: OH MY GOD. How so? And why on Earth did the other girl put up with it?
Friend: She was like, practically grinding on her, and I guess the other girl didn't notice at first, but after about a minute or so, she did notice and quickly walked away.
Me: How bad was it on a scale of 1 to 10?
Friend: 11. Even with the lights dimmed, it was still noticeable, and she was being pretty nasty.
I knew my friends' text message descriptions of the night were far too tame. I just knew it.
I got that title from the instant title generator, but it's a fact!
Last night was Homecoming. I didn't go. (I went last year and quickly discovered that school dances are NOT a good place for Super Ducks.) Some of my friends did, however, go, and I had them text me if anything interesting happened. I didn't get very many texts, but apparently, French Class Girl spent quite some time standing aimlessly beside Irritating Girl. They also fixed each other's hair. Ooooh~! Besides the hair fixing, she never did anything to her except talk. She just stood there with her. Oh, FCG, you should've asked her to dance with you, silly! Also, someone desperately needs to upload some pictures. My friend's description of FCG's outfit sounded utterly ridiculous. I have to see this for myself.
I just added Old Crush on facebook because I thought it would be funny if she accepted. The other hot chick in my chemistry class did! Old Crush was in bitch-mode today, but it was a no uniform day, and her shirt was tight, so I'm not complaining. (My chemistry class should be re-named "The Study of Old Crush's Boobs" because that is seriously all I do in there.) If she recognizes me as the creepy sophomore who stares at her chest in chemistry class, I will die of laughter.
My mom is badgering me about Homecoming, which I am not attending since last year's sucked a little. She pushed me to go a little bit last year, but this year she's pushing me to go... with a GUY. Ummm, no. This is the same guy she called me sexist for not dating. Yes, we could go as friends, but we're not going, and it's the principle of the thing. If I were a straight guy, I very, very highly doubt my mom would try to persuade me to go with him. This bothers me.
Irritating Girl told the teacher all about my burning hatred for chemistry. Luckily, she left out all the parts about Old Crush since doesn't know about that. Still, I thought I was gonna die. Why would she even do that!? I mean, she IS irritating, but seriously! That's downright cruel!
I made a high A on my algebra test. Mind = blown. I NEVER make A's on math tests. In fact, I only made one A on a test in geometry last year. I didn't even know what I was doing for half of the algebra test. I BS'ed the entire graphing section. I struggle so hard in math. I couldn't even form a complete sentence when I saw my test grade.
French Class Girl was herself today! She sang Christmas songs in the middle of September and repeatedly whispered "fuck, fuck, fuck!" to herself in the hallway. Also, neither she nor Irritating Girl have a date to Homecoming, so they're going to take their pictures together. (Awww, FCG should've just gone ahead and asked IG to Homecoming... She knows she wants to! Of course, IG would horribly reject her, and if she didn't, the school would probably go Nazi Homophobes on them, but it would be such a huge accomplishment for Miss Closet Case! I'd be so proud of her!)
There was relatively no drama today until I was alone with my mom. She didn't start any shit with my dad or his girlfriend, but damn, she was awful to me today. My mom was totally pleasant on the way there, but I guess not being able to have her cigarettes got to her, because she went into straight-up bitch mode. She screamed at me for obeying the speed limit and not running over animals, and because I was so stressed by the task of driving for an hour and a half, I screamed right back. She also basically called me a man-hating, sexist bigot because I am only attracted to girls.
Old Crush in a swimming suit. Why, facebook? Just... WHY? That's not even fair. I wonder how mad she'd get if I went up to her on Monday and just totally felt her up. Just ONCE. I'd do it for old curiosity and, of course, great justice. Then I'd never do it again, but I wouldn't apologize because she's an evil bitchface who likes breaking pathetic little 12-year-old hearts. I wonder how hard I'd get slapped and if it would be worth it. Why does she have to be so disgusting yet so physically perfect?
Ewww, never mind, I am not in drool mode anymore! I just accidentally saw some hardcore French Class Girl cleavage. Worst picture ever. That has got to be the nastiest thing ever. That is more of the freakazoid than I ever, ever wanted to see. Wow, that is worse than when my old, wrinkly teachers wear low-cut shirts. FCG, I am a huge fan of your stupidity, and I am a huge fan of boobs, but I am not at all a fan of your boobs. For the love of puppies and rainbows, keep 'em in your shirt!
I am going to get that car this weekend. My mom is in bitch mode about it. She doesn't mind that I have the car, but she does mind that my dad invited his girlfriend to ride along, and my mom wanted to go herself. I don't really want my mom to go because she will inject drama into everything, smoke in my car, and possibly throw a fit about me driving home since it's a 2 hour drive. (And it's 2 hours of pure nothingness, actually, after you leave the city limits.) She has never bothered to ride with me for more than 5 minutes in the entire time I've had my permit, so she has no idea that I actually drive pretty well. She's just being a drama queen, I guess.