French Class Girl: Well... Irritating Girl has AIDS!
Me: Wait, did you just say she has AIDS?
French Class Girl: Yes.
Me: Would you... Well, know this?
French Class Girl: Yes, I would.
Me: Uh, wow... Um, did you give it to her or something?
French Class Girl: WE GOT TESTED TOGETHER
Me: Uh, okay...
French Class Girl: YOU HAVE AIDS FROM THAT GUY ((points to a guy across the room))
When I was 13 years old and in the 7th grade, I had a really, really shitty excuse for a best friend. (This would be the annoying girl who has phone sex and obsessed over my cousin.) One morning, I didn't let her copy from my English homework, so she outed me to the entire seventh grade. Only a few people remember (or even care) now, but for a while, she had the really mean kids all over me every day. They would call me names and steal my stuff. I also carried the nickname "Stupid Gay Athiest" all the way until the middle of the 8th grade.
So, who here remembers my obnoxious, rambling posts about my cousin's friend back in July? Well, guess who I just saw? And she actually remembered me too! Wow. No one ever remembers me, so that was kind of surprising. She hugged me twice. :D Right now, my cousin and a large group of his friends are going to the movies, but I didn't go because I am super, super tired, am picky about movies, and there are still about three of them that I don't know.
I'm sure we've heard enough about Maine and their colossal failure today, so I'm not going to go into that.
This post is going to be really, really angry. Just a warning in advance, I guess. This crap has been going on ever since I was about ten, so it's been a few years, and I just can't put up with it any longer.
I hate biology tests. I hate them soooo much. She barely teaches us anything; we take a few notes, then color little pictures like a damn second grader. Then, we have these CRAZY hard tests.
MY SISTER. I hate that fucking kid. She's gonna make me late for school because she made us turn around to get a fucking SPARKLY PENCIL. And my grandma let the little brat! Ugh, she is so ridiculously spoiled. I wasn't even that spoiled at her age, and I was an only child back then!
I was feeling bad when I started writing this, so that's why I wrote it, but I'm alright now... I just sent her the text and got an immediate response. She wanted to know who this was. x( This happens all the time; her phone is stupid and periodically dies/deletes everything. This time, it apparently died for good, and she had to get a new one. I told her who I am, and she said she figured it was me. Haha, I'm sure no one else sends her the same kind of awkward, wordy text messages that I do...
French Class Girl is NOT moving! Haha, now she gets to keep annoying ol' Irritating Girl! On facebook last night, she said "I love you" to her. Seriously. She randomly tacked it onto the end of an unrelated wall post and proceeded to mention the post first thing in class today. Somehow, this doesn't seem to bother Irritating Girl at all. French Class Girl then tried to cover it up by suggesting Irritating Girl date this one guy who used to be in my English class last year.
Irritating Girl is being a complete and total asswipe about me. She refuses to be talked to by "weirdo lesbians." (Then WHY does she sit with French Class Girl?!) It irks me. According to her and her annoying friend, all LGBT people have to be like their stereotypes. I hate that sort of thinking. Stereotypes don't apply to EVERYONE. Take me for example: the only thing I have in common with a stereotypical lesbian is that we both like girls. French Class Girl is also nonstereotypical.
My cousin has a bunch of friends over... I was in there with them for about thirty minutes. Large groups intimidate me, so I'm hiding. D: One was pretty cute. She smelled nice. But I think she left... His friend from last time isn't here. :c She was mentioned, though. Apparently, she was mad because someone asked her if she was bi. Huh, I wish. Haha.
So, my aunt and uncle had a Halloween party. I am to stay hidden in the guest room because it's a bunch of middle-aged people. My cousin was going to keep me company, but he had a gigantic fight with his dad and drove off. :p
My mom is absolutely wasted and keeps bringing her equally drunk friends in to meet me. Each one later returns with a heaping plate of chocolate/other food for me. Yes, you read that right; a bunch of drunk forty-somethings keep feeding me chocolate. I am just as confused as you are.
Also, no one should ever have to hear their mother yell, "Don't grope my ass!"
...Ever. I wouldn't even wish that on French Class Girl.
I'm on my way to Louisiana! (Using my phone to type this...) I had a crazy day at school. My English teacher proved herself to be STUPID, and French Class Girl pitched a bitch-fit of epic proportions and is stewing in it on facebook. LOL!
The English teacher not only doesn't know about adverbs, but she also thinks the Titanic sunk in the 1880s. Yes, REALLY.
Irritating Girl thinks I want to have hot, nasty sex with her! Ahahaha, I'd sooner jump off of Mt. Everest! If I talk to her, she freaks out and asks me if I am going to rape her. Haha, wow!
Today, she got in trouble for touching French Class Girl's hair! It was amazing beyond all belief. French Class Girl was devastated and begged the teacher to tell her why! Also, French Class Girl said something was "the gayest thing she's ever seen." Uh, has she never looked into a mirror?
This girl from my homeroom is officially my hero. Today, we were talking to each other and somehow got on to the subject of my friend. She talks to her more than I do, so I asked her how she was when she last talked to her.
"Oh, she was fine... She wants to come back. She can't this year, but she's going to try to in tenth grade."
I can't wait for tenth grade, then! It's not set in stone, but the very idea just fills me with joy and rainbows and unicorns and gleeee!