I am so, so, soooo sick of my mother. UGH. I can't stand that fucking woman. I can't understand how she has any friends at all or why our favorite weirdo from French class desperately wants to have sex with her. Really, really late last night, she came into my room with a bottle of this oily-looking stuff. I was a little confused at first, but then I remembered what it was and got PISSED.
She occasionally does this weird thing where she goes around the house and mumbles to herself and rubs oil on the walls. I've politely asked her to skip my room, but she refuses to listen, so I got mad.
Geometry Buddy knows French Class Girl. This is somehow hilarious. I've never seen them talk or anything. They didn't have any classes together either. He's completely normal, so there's no way he met her outside of school doing whatever it is FCG does. Hmm. Maybe he feels bad for her!
Did I tell you guys she got a job at a swimming pool? Worst place ever for her to work, right? She gets to be around hot, half-naked girls allll day. I'm not sure if I should just say she's a lucky bitch or if I should call the manager person and tell them to keep an eye on the girl with the cannibal-rapist smile.
So today I met the elusive Mom's Friend's Daughter. I've been to my mom's friend's house lots of times, but somehow I have never been there at the same time as her. She randomly hugged me. She's warm and smells nice. Good combo. ;D
Anyway, I just had iced coffee and cake. I've eaten nothing but junk since I've been in Louisiana. Well, no, I had a salad with dinner. Mostly junk, then. I am so bloated and disgusting-feeling. First thing I will do when I get home is exercise.
Tomorrow we are going to see my mom's boyfriend's kids. My mom always complains about him lately. It's irritating.
So I just dyed my hair dark brown and got it cut. It used to be this gross, nondescript light-ish brown, but it's 3289473 times better now. It also used to be way too long to manage properly, but now it's just a little past my shoulders. And it has layers and no longer just hangs in my face! Yaaaay! I really like it. The color is super amazing. I am like, insanely attracted to either dark brown hair or blonde hair, and now I has the sexy brown. >;) And it's pretty much the exact shade I like too.
So, I had this dream last night. It was pretty crazy. It started out with just me and FCG, and we were arguing.
FCG: I am NOT taking French 2! I REFUSE!
Me: YES, YOU ARE, MISS CRAZY FREAKING BITCH!
Me: BUT I NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE FUN OF!
Then, the universe shifted, and we magically teleported to this strange little stadium place. Some of my friends were there, so I stopped arguing with FCG. There was also this secret agent guy, and he had a HUGE afro. And I mean HUUUUUGE. He was in this freaking pimp bright green car. Anyway, Secret Agent Guy was out to get me for some reason. I didn't know why, but he kept threatening me with a pistol. So you know what I did? I jumped into that motherfucker's car and stole it!
...I love my dreams. They're completely and totally pointless, but I love them.
If you need an explanation, go here.
Why, yes, that is indeed a stick FCG.
OKAY I FIXED IT :D
So, today has been pretty uneventful. My mom ordered me to clean out my closet, which I did for a while, but then when she left, I decided to go outside. When I went outside, there was the most adorable kitten EVER! It looked just like a baby version of my cat. :) MINI FLUFFY-KITTY-MAN! I wanted to hug it, but then it ran off... I think I scared it. :(
Hahaha, French Class Girl has this attractive sophomore/junior (school is over, so I dunno what to call her) saying she miiiiisses her and that she loooves her and that they have to see each other ASAP! Wow, French Class Girl, I bet you feel accomplished. Hell, I would! That other chick is hot! Right now I am reading their wall posts on facebook, and they're so entertaining. She has something to give her? (...Hahaha!) Oh, she's lost without her? Aww, that's soooo sweet! I think FCG has yet another crush~
Today was my geometry final. Things were... interesting. Hahaha.
First off, my geometry buddy and I got lost trying to go to the exam. No one ever pays attention to room numbers, only teacher names, so we had no idea where the fuck we were trying to go. It ended up being his English classroom. :| We were almost late!
Speaking of lateness... HAHAHAHA! I'm sorry, this just made my life. French Class Girl was late to the geometry exam, and it pissed the teacher off super badly. She came looking for her! It was great! Hahaha!
So, today was pretty interesting. My mom and I got into a big conversation about why I have almost no life whatsoever, and she offered some of the STUPIDEST suggestions ever. They started out not-so-stupid, but then they just became... Well, you'll see.
Mom: I think you should call your rival!
Me: Um.. Maybe, but when I get home, I have to study geometry.
Mom: You said she had like a 99 in that class. Make her come help you!
Me: She "helped" me before all those tests I bombed... She's not very good at explaining.
Mom: I really think you should go somewhere with French Class Girl!
Me: WHAT?! Are you even serious? Wow... You do know she wants to have sex with you, right?
Mom: Oh, I doubt that!
Me: Um, she tells me all the time how pretty and awesome my mom is. All. The. Time. Multiple times a day. "Super Duck, your mom is soooooo AMAZING and pretty and... HEY EVERYONE, GUESS WHAT? Super Duck's mom is AWESOME!"
Mom: But she also called you awesome and cute once.
Me: Yeah, but she's like, OBSESSED with you.
I really, really hope that isn't my mom's way of saying we should get together. Gag me. I am not and never will be that desperate.
I have some time before school today. I woke up at 8 and only have to go for my 5th class, which is around 12. My school does have one redeeming factor. There is this lovely policy that states that you do not have to take the final for any class you have an A in. Most of my grades are 95 to 98, with the exception of biology, which is a 102 due to some extra credit, and English, which is a 107 because she kept giving these tests with crazy amounts of bonus problems. I made like, a 108 on one. But then, there's math. Unfortunately for me, an 85 is not an A.
French Class Girl has this cousin who is officially wonderful. On facebook, he told her to stop her "sexy time" with some girl. The girl in question had a straight-up stripper name too.
Best. Post. Ever.
The mental image, however, is very, very NOT GOOD! D: And how would he know...? Ahahaha! Wow!
I am so going to talk to her this summer. I can't not! It would be even better if I somehow ran into her somewhere while I was with my mom, and she was with her
hoes friends. I would hug-attack her just to see her reaction. Hahaha!
So, today Irritating Girl taught us all a very, very valuable lesson in what is absolutely the most hilarious way imaginable.
First, I need to explain what happened in order for you all to get it. French Class Girl threw a huge fit about taking French 2, saying she refuses and absolutely will not do it. However, she told the teacher she was going to last week when she turned her class list paper thingy in AND two years of the same foreign language are a requirement to graduate. She will be a senior and will not have time to start Spanish, and she also refuses to take the class for people who flunked out of their foreign language class because she made an A. So haha! Sucks to be French Class Girl!
She says the teacher told her to get out, but she's full of shit. If the teacher wanted her out, she would've kicked her out a long, loooong time ago with that one guy. I am 95% sure she will be back. French Class Girl doesn't exactly have many options if she wants to, you know... graduate.
Today was very, very, very eventful. I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll start with a list, then go into detail about each thing. It's easier to organize my thoughts that way.
1. My arch nemesis is a weirdo to the 23rd degree.
2. For dissecting froggies, I got this cute girl as one of my group members.
3. People need to leave my friend, who has the greatest taste in music ever, alone.
4. French Class Girl's parents are the absolute most clueless people ever to walk the planet.
5. My new English teacher is a fucking dumbass.
GEOMETRY PROJECT FROM HELL.
It sucks to be me right now. So. Many. Lines. There's one I totally fucked up on, but I refuse to go back and fix it because that would mean erasing a bunch of stuff.
Oh, and you know what makes me even angrier? One of the teachers I had a test for decided it would be much better to change the test into a FOURTEEN PAGE PROJECT. Why? WHY?! I would much rather just go and have the stupid test. Oh, and it's due the same day as another project AND the same day I have a freaking geometry test.
I hate my teachers. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.
Well, at least French Class Girl was interesting today. We were on our way to class, and she was walking near me. All of a sudden, she turned to me and the following conversation ensued: