Shitty shit shit.

Today was very much uneventful. I'm only really posting because I really want to get into the habit of blogging everyday so that when I have something to say it comes out naturally.

Today is Monday and school starts Wednesday. Insert scared/nervous face here. And though the nervousness has almost completely subsided since I officially know Shannon will be on the bus as well as another friend, I'm getting on before anyone else. Baaaah. I used to be the last of everyone to get on the bus, but I'll suck it up, yeah?

Tomorrow Mark wants to take Dana and I to get our Air Force base [where you can get cheaper groceries and the like for having a close relative in the Air Force, etc] ID's renewed so we can get on the base legally. A good thing, though, is that we don't have to drive all the way down to the base to get them because supposedly Mark has discovered a closer place. A bad thing, though, is that tomorrow is my last day of freedom and I will be spending it with my sister and a man who, for a good majority of my life, I feared would rape me. And said fear may or may not be coming back.

It probably generally started where everything in my life went wrong: sixth grade [Jesus, I'm melodramatic]. I always felt like he was way too touchy-feely and I asked my mom to tell him to leave me alone. He would back off, though only for a couple of months, and once I was back to my normal self and less creeped out, he'd begin the whole indiscreetly ogling my breasts shit again. I, of course, would again tell my mom for him to leave me alone. This cycle repeated maybe three times over the course of three years until we had a vacation to Arizona where my sister was disgusted with his inability to look away from my chest in a bathing suit. Even in the pool he actually grazed his foot across my ass which he later said to be playful and not meant to do so, but still. Then my mother went on to tell me that if I weren't so friendly, none of this would've happened. May I just say that her statement reminded me of telling a rape victim that it was her fault? Blah.

So since Arizona nothing has been happening until this summer where Mark's gone to grabbing my hips to make me squeal and being unable to look away from my chest. Today as I was getting my drink before dinner is when I was getting really fed up with it. When I was getting ice for my Lemonade he pinched my side near my ribs and I looked back at him with a look that probably resembled, "Back the fuck up, please." After doing so I looked back again and besides him looking a little hurt, he obviously caught the point. That's all that I really give two shits about now. /endrant.



Listening to: All These Things That I've Done-The Killers
Crushing: Whothefuckever.
Reading: Prisoner of Azkaban/Harry Potter fanfiction<3