your alarm clock starts ringing, who could that be singing?

Well, life is normal I guess. Schools the same; I'm a procrastinator and teachers continue to praise me for my writing. To bring up my GPA every quarter, I'm going to do a fuckload of extra credit for Lit, where I have to read a book and write twenty post-it notes on the plot. First stop: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I swear to God, it was not planned that way. It just happened to be on top of the pile of books I was planning to read, so I'm reading it for school. Mirza will be both pissed at me and infuriated with me, since we've already established that I can just sit there and read a book in two hours. Week ends are specifically handy in this sort of time, lest I happen to be sitting her in front of this computer, watching 21 Jump Street or whatever.

Tomorrow Kat and I are finally starting our Science project, only I don't remember who it's on anymore. Whatever. Um, Ms. Auman wouldn't let me go retake my Spanish today, and she acted like I should have known that I was supposed to give her a pass the day before.

So I got really upset and almost cried when she, afterwards, gave the whole chorus a lecture on how you have to give her a pass the day before. =D That's me for you, hm?

Lori and I are on fairly good terms at the moment, my dad is being extremely pleasant to Savannah, which makes him nice to me. The only thing that might be going bad is the fact I can't seem to catch up on sleep. I sleep, like, eleven hours on weekend, both days, but I still can't seem to catch up. According to my palmistry, I need to take a few days off. One or two at tops. I've been really into tarot and palmistry, and I have thirteen horizontal stress lines on my top phalange (only about three are particularly pronounced), but the point of that is I've been under-going long-lasting stress and need a few days off.

I'm going to need this whole year off, in that case.

I just kind of had the sudden epiphany that my mother wouldnt' be attending my first graduation the other night, and the eighth grade no longer sounds so exciting.

Meanwhile? Nothing much else. Lori and I made home-made pizza today. It was actually remarkably good, but I think it has something to do witht he fact I talked her into buying me a Life Water that I inhaled within maybe ten minutes of her buying it for me.

Shitttt, did you know they stopped making Mucho Mango Arizona Iced Tea?!

This probably had something to do with the fact that I was the only one in the world who drank it, but fuckkkk, that shit was good. And I miss it.

I wrote my Christmas list todayyy!

1. A palmistry book. Heh. Seriously, according to the stuff I've already looked up, most of it was right. It's kind of cool actually.
2. Tarot deck/book on how to read tarot? Yea, I'm having an obsession with these sort of weird things, but nobody cares.
3. 21 Jump Street seasons on DVD. =3 I have season two, but that's it.
4. Johnny Depp movies. If you're up to the challenge, ask me which ones I do/don't have. Whichever is easier for you.
5. New laptop, unless there is an event where I get Lappy to work again. Also, I do love Lazenby de Frankenstein ll (yea, I did give my home computer a name, but my iPod, and Phone, guitars, and laptop had names too), I just can't exactly lug him and all of his 1998/2000 Windows technology around. Which epicly fails, by the way. NAW AH DUN'T WANNA OTHER COMPOOTAH. AW LUCK LASINBEE DEY FRANKIN' STINE DUH SECUND.
6. Kohl's giftcardddd.
7. Hot Topic giftcarddddd.
8. Barnes and Noble giftcardddd.
9. A NEW G STRING, LOLWHUT. I mean for my guitar. Specifially, I need a G string, and I am aware of how... suggestive that sounds, but Morgan is lacking a G string, so I can't play my Tegan and Sara songs. D=
10. Errr, money for other. Uh. Stuff, y'know.
11. TJ Maxx giftcarddddddd.
12. Harvest Moon: Rune Factory for ps2, because it's supposed to be really good according to Jack.
13. Game Stop giftcard, if they have any of those, and in case you're too lazy to go look for HMRF. >.> D=

I can't think of anything else.

-fin-

you eat me up, you hold me down, i'm just a fool to make you a home.

For alck of better thing to talk about, I figured, why the hell not just talk about everything? Lori's been gone for the week, up north, because of Grandma. Acting as "guard" since Grandma went back to the house to get her stuff, just to make sure Grandpa didn't do anything crazy. Hrm. I wonder if Lori got some picture of him? Apparently he looks like he's already dead or something, lost a bunch of weight and shit. I don't really care though, that man has always freaked me out since he made me give him foot massages when I was, like, five years old.

That's, like, sexual harassment, because having a foot fetish is considered sexual, right? I can't understand people who work at foot places or whatever.

Kat and I decided that I was a dog in a past life. I started noticing that the way people smell to me is based on how our relationship works. Like, my mom always smelled fine until I got annoyed or mad at her, at which point she smelled bad. I've never really spent enough time with my dad to get mad at him, even though we live in the same house, so he's always smelled really good. The one time I got mad at Don, it was over the phone, so I wasn't there to smell him, so he's always smelled good. Rachel smells really good, and Johnny Depp was like a wave of euphoria to my nose. Sally smells gross when things get awkward, and when Marley annoys me, she smells bad. When Shevy and I were on better terms, whenever I felt like she being stupid, she suddenly smelled really bad. It was weird. So that's my nose-story of the week.

Um, three weeks into school, and I've already gotten three compliments on my writing from teachers. Mrs. Mirza came up to me during Lit and was like "Willow, are you okay?" and in my mind I was kind of like, uhm, why the fuck wouldn't I be okay? But, I just said yea, and then she said something along the lines of my summary being the "most beautiful thing she's read from a student my age in years."

And on my letter to Ms. Hargens, she wrote that I obviously already have talent, and for my current even, she wrote that I "have the gift of the pen".

I'm understand that that is some sort of weird sort of phrase saying that I'm a good writer, but, really?

Which reminds me, I have to another current event. Damnit.

Um, OH YEA, last night I went to Monica's. It was interesting, to say the least. Angelica walked down the street without her pants on, and it turns out we live in the same neighborhood. Lol. We were like wtfsalkdfdslkfj !?!

Oh, and apparently some seventh grader jerked off in the bathroom and cummed, thus getting it all over the mirror, so the seventh graders got a major ass-kicking by Mr. Richter.

Come one, man, we can't help it. We're just horny little teenagers.

you were the one i loved.

Yes, well, I find this so utterly hilarious, I can't help but share it over the internet. Unfortunately, by the unfortunate possibility that the people the dream the people was about might happen to stumble upon this post, this website-- I could run into problems. Hence, we shall know them as Marker, Mark as one person, -er as the other. Marker is a pairing consisting of two people I know, not saying who, although you could probably figure it out if you really tried. A same sex pairing because, obviously, I don't ship anybody else. I've had dreams about these guys twice, the first one consisting of fan fiction (which was odd, because they aren't famous) that I very vividly imagined. To cut off a long bit of that dream, I ended up on fanfiction.net, and ended up looking for a fandom that this pairing might be found under. Oddly enough, there were three fan fics, one of which declared Marker slash. It used the real first names, but that's besides the point.

Now we're going to enter a new character, his name is Levi. Basically, what happened was -Er and Levi somehow ended up taking a shower together. I don't want to go into much detail there, considering how I know these people, but I think you can imagine what -Er and Levi were doing. At which point, -Er made such an amount of noise (actually, it was kind of scary, since I would have imagine -Er the dominant one over Levi, but that's besides the point) that Mark ended up passing the bathroom, and banging on the door of the shower, shouting to find out what was happening. -Er and Levi couldn't hear him over the commotion they were already causing, and Mark ended up accidentally busting through the door, seeing -Er cheating on him, in the shower, with Levi.

This was where the chapter ended, if the fic was depicted to be a multi-part. That's the basis of where the Marker dreams started. Last night, I had another.

Something about me and Savannah going to a Goodwill and getting called homeless people, thus my very angry dream-like state. In my anger, I ended up venturing to where I might find the real life parts of Marker, at which point -Er took off Mark's shirt. Me being a sort of Marker fan found this extremely cute and turned to a laptop, in the dream, to avoid blushing. Then Mark accused me of "liking" it, and therefore ends the Marker part and most of the dream I remember.

Lol, still funny even if I'm the only one who can understand what it means.

you smile like a saint, but you curse like a sailor.

Let me be perfectly honest. I am completely and totally pissed. It is not only the fact that I have lost three things for school already, something I have never before done in my life (however, the thought that I should check the lost and found every time I pass by it, just in case, always passes me by, and I'd feel like an asshole trudging my ass inside of some classroom I've never been to before and asking if they have a book, an assignment notebook, and a novel.)

Here's the thing, it's in the school. I mean, I lost the shit in the middle of the fucking day. On the fourth day after school had started, mind you, but you know what I mean.

I actually had the sudden impulse to drop out of school yesterday morning. Actually, the more I think about it, the more appealing it seems. I can't handle the responsibility of having to get things done on time. I'm a fucking writer, what I do is what I do, and I do it whenever the fuck I want to, you fuck mook. However, there's always the fact that everyone in the world would immediately think I'm trying to be Johnny Depp. Fuck, I'm too much like that man. If I grew up a penis and did actually drop out of school in two years, then I would be that man's fucking twin.

Albeit that the only thing I would be taking from Johnny Depp's expereince in dropping out of school is the fact that someone who dropped out of school can still be successful in the most amazing of ways. But, no, that's pretty much it.

There's also the fact that Don and anyone else in my family who has a hand in knowing Ellen would immediately think I was following her footsteps, and then Savannah would probably guilt trip me into going into my Senior year after skipping my Junior year. Fuck, she did. I think her IQ is a good five points higher than mine, also, but still....

I don't know.

Lori is being an asshole; my life is slowly failing. I'm loving school, mainly for the fact that I actually do have a worthy schedule thus actually getting time to spend with my friends. However, with the stress it's putting on me (not to mention the fact I am being robbed of all writing time, and my drabbles are becoming fucktastically extensive as I'd like to believe they're miniature one-shot), I'm going to stab something eventually.

Then of course, today. I'm reading Wuthering Heights for Literature. Great American. Point is, Lori called me to help her do something while I was in the middle of one of those pages. Okay, well I'm a fast reader, and depending on how long I spend sitting there and reading that sized print, I can read generally fast. However, I start of slow, and it takes a good few five pages to get up to my regular speed, and this chapter was only about five pages, so I was reading slowly. Anyway, Lori calls me to help her. I call to tell her to hold on, tell her I need to finish this page. It takes about two minutes, right? And I walk outside of my room, stand next to her for about two minutes until I finally say. "I'm here...." and she seriously breaks out into this whole "FUCK YOU!!!LSDHBGFKDALVBFDAKJVNSDK!!! BITCH!!! DALFKGJDAFVKHJAFGKJHG!!!! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP ANYMORE, I CALLED YOUR DAD TO ASK FOR HELP AND HE TOLD ME TO ASK YOU, BUT APPARENTLY NO ONE WANTS TO FUCKING HELP ME!!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!"

I mean no disrespect, but you little fucktech savvy woman who doesn't know what cutting and pasting is or how to do it, I'm sure it can't be that hard. I would say I want to cut off your dick and shove it so hard up your nose you cum out of it, but then I was reminded you're all dick. Fuckwad who verbally abused me as a child, told me I was fat, told me I was ugly, discriminated my mother's family, and somehow still manages to speak as if you were once her best friend.

Fuck you, Lori.

Last night I was in a horrible mood from everything, and I ended up having to use your fucking computer to get my online text book, but when I asked my dearest sister to get off so I could do my homework really fast, she sat there at the computer and facebook-stalked her current boy-toy's ex-girlfriend's pictures. For fifteen minutes.

There's this little virtue called patience, woman. You can't get away with PMSing because you don't go through a fucking menstrual cycle (hence making you much more accesible to fuck the brains out of, you corner-side whore, I presume?)

I know I'm being an asshole; fuck you.