So the younger kids that think that anal sex between two men leads to babies have airsoft guns outside now and are shooting at each other.
I don't care how anyone else feels about them, I really freaking don't, but it makes me very unhappy that a bunch of young kids at my apartment complex are running around shooting at each other and talking about killing one another and getting machine guns.
So I had a pretty crappy day, I ended up having to work the YEAH Club (GSA) table all day at the academic fair--classes were only fifteen minutes and i was excused from them anyway, so it was pretty much the entire school day. I was supposed to have another member helping me and i was only going to work in the morning and he had volunteered to be there all day, but he took off after 20 minutes and i missed all of the activities i wanted to do in the afternoon, like watch some friends debate and perform at assemblies.
So I'm attempting to write my paper and the window to my apartment is open and I can here the neighbor kids outside talking, now these kids are between the ages of 12-16, and they're discussing anal sex of all things.
The homophobic little bastards who call each other fag and dyke are outside discussing anal sex! And they are such morons it's ridiculous, apparently they seem to think that a man can get pregnant from anal sex. I'm not kidding, they were just arguing about whether or not a guy can get pregnant from anal sex! Like a biological man with another biological man getting pregnant from anal sex! And one of them said that he's seen lots of guys get pregnant...
It's amazing just how lazy I can be. How long have I had to write my paper? Three weeks. How much do I have written? Two pages, barely, and it's mostly just crappy quotes.
I am so weak willed it's appalling. I lack concentration.
My ability to put off my last proper paper of the year for this long is disgusting, I've always known that I'm slacker, but this is an all time high for me. I have the disquieting feeling that I'm going to be up all night trying to work on this and yet distracting myself with other things and just not getting it done.
So I'm kicking it at home with the cats and I have my headphones on so I can't hear anything aside from the Die Arzte that I'm playing, and I look over and the bigger of my cats, Fergisheba, is attacking the smaller cat, Peter Nigeria, and it seriously looks like Furgles is trying to eat little kitty.
I have no idea how these cats are able to coexist. It's like they're in an abusive lesbian relationship sometimes, they have their moments when they cuddle and then they have times when I think that one intends to eat/kill/destroy the other.
Wireless internet-will power= Emilee spending more time checking her e-mail repeatedly and reading bad fanfic than writing her paper.
How did I end up an AP student? Magic. I actually had my AP teacher tell me that he was disappointed in one of my papers because he had expected better of me...and since I was trapped in the back of his volkswagon on the way to SF there was no escape.I really don't want to relive that, but alas I am a lazy slacker.
I wish I had someone that I could pay to write my paper for me. What was I thinking deciding to write a paper on the significance of the tree in Waiting for Godot? I have no idea what I'm doing!
But no...I'm the academic prostitute and have discovered that with the motivation of cash for my work I no longer want to do it.
Graduation party today! Granted we still have about three weeks left of school some of my friends are having a pre graduation get together today out in the wilderness to celebrate and spend last minute time with people we'll never see again.
On a side note I need to cut my hair, it's getting really long and it's super thick and bblack and straight...and it takes me forever to blow dry it and it's kind of like a monster that lives on my head.
Today I learned that I'm the only who's going to be doing any work for the lit circle project in AP English--I'm the only one who's been reading the book and I'm also stuck being discussion director for the rest of the week which means I have to lead everything and be all constructive.
I also learned that I am not Jim. I was walking up the stairs and these two guys were walking down the stairs and one looked at me and went through a range of emotions happy-confused-sad before looking to his friend and kind of gesturing to me and then saying in a very sad/depressed/vulnerable tone to his friend "I thought that was Jim...." Seriously the guy sounded heart broken. So, yeah, I am not Jim, and I don't know them well enough to want to become this mysterious Jim.
My little sister is a fucking moron.
So she left for school this morning after my mother and myself had left and she left the door to our apartment OPEN! WIDE OPEN!
And my brand new laptop was sitting in the living room in plain site and she already has my housekey because she lost hers and is too much of an idiot to go get a copy made.
And yet she can't understand why I would be upset that she left the door open....
Dave White's American Idol recaps on advocate.com, seriously, I love them. I'm perpetually annoyed by the show itself but these recaps are hilarious and so insanely accurate to what I think while watching the show that I have to watch it and then read them when they come out a few days later so I can relive the hilarity.
He's brilliant, he's my hero, and I now aspire to someday have a job where I can write mocking and cruel recaps about television shows.
So I have decided to go to college in California and coincidentally near my family. At the time it didn't occur to me that being super close to my older sisters and my slightly overbearing aunt might be slightly problematic....
I had originally planned to go to the east coast at all costs because my sister had loved it there and I liked the idea of having that much distance/freedom, but then I fell in love with Mills. Mills which is beautiful and my dream campus and environment...and not far from my aunt.
I had my last ap exam today, feels awesome to be done. Me and several other people finished about an hour early so we me and a couple friends went to one of their houses and had pizza and played cards until going back for lunch and fifth where we proceeded to watch Star Wars.
So we sat three to a table during the exam and I was between Brittany and Jesse.
Jesse: Emilee...I have a question.
I have really bad cold, this is the second day of school that I've missed this week, I only went yesterday because of the AP exam and it's the third day of gym that I've missed this week. I figure I'll have to excuse my absence on Monday and make sure that I write the required make up papers for gym so that I don't lose all my points. I think Battle will understand especially as I'm missing entire days and not just skipping the happy running that I do at 7.20 every morning.
So today is my birthday, I'm eighteen so yay for me, but I've spent the entire day by myself except for Jeff my neighbor friend running in and out and the cats. Really feel pathetic right now.
My best friend who I've known since I was six said she was going to come by and hang out today--it's after six now, hasn't even called. I finally tried calling her and ended up leaving a voice mail wishing her a happy my birthday and hoping she was having a good time doing whatever she was doing.