As of late...

As of late I have been out of school and outright bored. The only thing I have to keep me from drooling is Gaia. I know I have no life.

Anyway... Last Saturday was amazing except for the massive sunburn on my legs and back. So until I heal up, or get done with camp, I'm probably not gonna be posting much.

Hey guess what!

I made this video.





It's about Fred the living box.





He's possessed.

Oh Yes!

I may have only just barely passed Biology for my ninth grade year, but I did it bitches! So that means I'm not going to tenth grade with retard stamped on my forehead.

Also my mom has been upset with me because I suck at biology and she thinks I should be good at it. She said I wasn't her daughter if I didn't pass with a perfect hundred. So I asked her today that since I'm not her daughter do I still have a curfew? YES!

Lame!

Ransom Gables

Staring at the fine print of the paper in front of me, I was already planning to refuse the offer even though The Man was holding a gun to my head. The only thing going through my mind was the fact that I wasn't going to make it out of this alive, but at least I'd be going out with a bang.

After all, isn't that usually how it ends?

Knowing nothing else I turned to face my potential buyer who practically pressed the gun to my nose quivering with fear. I put my hands up so he could see I wasn't trying to pull anything and gently placed my hands over his. Sitting up I kissed the tip of the gun where the bullet would soon travel out. With that being my final answer, The Man pulled the trigger.

Bang.

If

If you could see me this very moment I'd probably look very angry and on the verge on hurting someone. At the moment I feel like I have the worst hangover in the history of hangovers. Right about now my head is throbbing and three hundred beats per second and my ears are so sensitive I can hear my next door neighbor sneeze. My head hurts so bad it feels like my eyes are about to pop out and I have sunburn.

Yup.

I'm grounding myself from the computer for awhile till I get my grades up.

Guys with TMI issues can suck it.

Today was about the worst day of my life. Lets just say that my once a month decided to come when I was in the middle of an exam where you can't just get up grab your purse and run off to the bathroom. The teacher would look at me funny and accuse me of trying to cheat.

So instead of doing that I raise my hand waiting impatiently while I'm bleeding the Red Sea from my VG and the teacher makes me wait like thirty minutes before I can go to the nurse and just buy a pad. By the time I'm there I realize I've forgotten my ID card, blood is running down my leg, and the nurse is being a complete bitch. I sit there and practically beg her to just give me a pad and if she wants me to have my ID so bad she can wait until after I fix myself as best as I can manage. Instead of being nice she is making me beg until I finally convince one of the other nurses to back me up because I'm dripping blood all over the floor.

So finally I'm mostly cleaned up and I dash out of the nurses office after apologizing, without being asked, for not having my ID card. I'm out in the hall and I'm muttering to myself crying a
bit and I swear I can feel the people behind me thinking I just got a positive on a pregnancy test. Whatever.

So I go back to class and finish my test before locking myself in a restroom stall and phoning my dad to come pick me up.... Cause trust me, the bus ride home would've been ten times worse.

Then as if my day hasn't been bad enough my dad calls me in the middle of class like I can just pick up my phone in front of the teacher and not get it taken up and finally a kid from the office gets to my class to give me my pass and when I get there my dad starts to yell at me. He thinks I should just know when my red flow should start and that I should just be able to take care of it immediately even when I have all these Nazi teachers around. Then he gets in the car and starts driving like a madman through the school parking lot cussing, yelling, running over the curb, and hitting a stop sigh, and I just want to smack him shit less and say "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO UPSET ABOUT?! YOU DIDN'T JUST SIT THROUGH TWO HOURS OF BLOODY ASS CRACK AND CROTCH! YOU DON'T HAVE TO RIDE A FUCKING COTTON PONY ONCE A MONTH TO AVOID SCARING THE LOCALS! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SIT IN A SEAT KNOWING YOUR ASS WAS COVERED IN BLOOD AND THAT WHEN YOU STAND BACK UP PEOPLE ARE GONNA LOOK AT YOU FUNNY AND WONDER WHY THERE'S A RED BUTT STAIN ON YOUR CHAIR! NO YOU GOT TO SIT ON YOUR ASS ALL DAY AND PLAY COMPUTER GAMES, DRINKING MONSTER, ALONG WITH TAKING YOUR AFTERNOON NAP!" but I didn't say it, and not because I'm nice, it's because I didn't want to get the crud beat out me.

Yup... I just can't have a normal day.