For those weak of heart: do not read on.
So, today is not a day just like any other. Today, the cramps from Hell have returned. Yes. I know you are all deeply interested in how I feel like I'm hemorrhaging (isn't that a lovely mental image?), but I really don't care. I feel the need to rant about shit today, and now you all know that it's not going to be coherent because I'm being a girl. UCK.
Well, first of all, my aunt was supposed to take me to get a bank account yesterday. And then she came home and was too tired. I had about this much sympathy for her --> . I know, I'm evil and cruel, but whatever. She pinkie promised, which are kind of the promises that are the most important. I take my promises very seriously, and anyone who doesn't keep them falls a peg or two. She did make me tea, however, so I suppose she's not that bad.
Anyway. I still don't have a bank account. In other news, mother has been really nice lately, and it's kind of creeping me out. Maybe she started going to counseling or something. I dunno. I'm wary.
I'm trying to find a ball-jointed doll that's between 48 and 55 cm for Xan to love and have and hold forever, but they seem to be far and few in between. Some of Luts' Delf dolls fit the bill, so we'll see. Damn but Luts is expensive. I'm waiting on this little one first. However, I need to find a way to start making money. I can make origami strawberries, but that's not really all that amazing, is it? I plan on selling books and stuff, but I need to find a used bookstore. I also have a lifeguard interview next weekend. We'll see how this goes.
Onto bigger things. In American Identity, we have sections. The problem with sections is this one boy who I would like to strangle. Let's call him... "Bill." Bill has this annoying habit of talking really loudly when he wants to get his point across. Not to mention that everything that comes out of Bill's mouth is Republican bullshit. And not even the intelligent kind. It's the kind of "We should trust America at all costs. So what if they're taking away our privacy and so what if it goes further? We're America. We need to be protected and we should all want to give up everything for our country" bullshit that makes me want to die. There's a side of "Racism is never going to end so we should just get used to it, but terrorism we can stop because we're America" bullshit. I can't wait to argue with him when we get to talking about...homosexuality. I will have my facts straight and put his little not-knowing self to shame. God, he annoys the hell out of me every time he opens his big, fat mouth. Jesus, Bill. Just Jesus.
Furthermore, I don't understand why cramps happen. I mean, I understand that my uterus is falling out (another delicious mental image), but why does it have to hurt like a mother fucker? I don't get it. I want to stab whatever "God" there is that would make this shit happen. And hurt. I don't even want kids. I hate them. Why can't I just go to the doctor and have them scrape the whole disgusting thing out? That way there will be no more hemorrhaging and flaky uteri. God, I'm being so vulgar, aren't I? Jesus.
And to top it all off, I still haven't watched another episode of Sailor Moon. I plan on changing that in the very, very near future (as soon as I post this, I'm curling up with a hot water bottle, tea, and the computer). I need a laptop. Then I can watch it from bed. Ah well. I can't always get what I want.
Okay, now I want to talk a little bit about school and chorus and all those "fun" extracurricular activities. First of all, I have to be at school today from one to three. Why? It's raining (fucking Southern California doesn't have its shit together), and I'm not in a good mood. AUGH. And on Sunday at 3:3o, I have to be at a church in South Pasadena to sing for chorus. Wait. Rewind. It's a school class. Why should I sing your fucking Jesus music at a church? What if its against my religion? It kind of is, seeing as I'm particularly allergic to churches. They stand for oppression and conformity. You know what? Fuck churches. Fuck Jesus. Fuck it all. I hate churches. I hate being in them and singing for them and learning in them. Fuck the teacher, too. Good God I hate him. Just. No. I have to wear a dress that makes me look like a piece of drapery and heels. I have to stand in front of old men and women who can't sing a lick, and I have to do it with cramps for an hour. Damn it all.
I complain a lot. But I swear, it'll only happen when I feel like the world hates me (or I'm hemorrhaging). So yeah. I'm off to watch Sailor Moon now. Maybe when I get home from school my aunt will take me to go get my stupid bank account. Which we're probably going to do with the Credit Union.
I wish I could put a maturity warning on this thing because I just read it, and I feel the need to shower. Yep. Oh well.
L-O-V-E always,
Clarke
Doll Fund: $84.96/$383.28 -- 22.17% (I bought his wig)
Current Anime: Sailor Moon (episode 73/2oo) -- Smart Payoff
P.S. I'm having a moment of weakness. I wish somebody cared.