Theraputic, yes?

When I blog, I feel like I must add EVERY SINGLE DETAIL of my life in. Like the fact that today in Math, a girl jokingly "snapped" at me and I "snapped" back. Normally, no one would care. I do, though. And not just that: I want to tell you every. Single. Detail. Of that moment. Another example? Okay! Today in Science, the second SNAP of the day. There's this girl who's pretended to be pregnant every year since middle school and beyond and no one likes her. Ms. Science Teacher made her sit next to me. I got tired of all the dumb shit she says, so I said a few things under my breath and she asked to move, in which I joined in with a, "YES. Move her, I swear to God." Now, this would probably be enough, right? WRONG. I want to tell you EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED. Like what exactly I said under my breath and pointless things that no one needs to know. It annoys me, too.

Notice how I told you all of those things through talking about not telling you? Applaud me.

It happened again. We need to give this tell-you-all syndrome a name. Though, I won't go into detail, because everyone who's anyone knows I hate my gym teacher and when she made us write a paragraph about what we'd "done wrong" and how she could assert more venom into punishments, I told her fully that her bullshit attempts at OMG CALLING OUR PARENTS NUUU don't work because parents almost always side with their children, whether it's really their fault or not. C'est la vie.

Anyway. Like I said in the last blog post, I'm going to homecoming with Tyler. The tickets are on sale during lunch, but today as I was walking to get them before getting in line for food, there was no one there. All right, I thought. Check later. I did with my friends who sit with me at lunch because going alone is so UNCOOL, and there was still no one there. Though, before leaving the cafeteria, I was awarded the courtesy of passing a table and hearing, "BIG GIRL!" yelled. I, not letting it get to me, just kind of smirked and kept walking. Yet now that I write that out, it definitely has a bit more bite than I thought.Moving on before we have a girl breakdown.

To top all of the lovely off, my English teacher talked to me, asking me if I had included some sort of 'log' thing that was apart of my English reading assignment. I had no idea that I had to answer these questions in a different form other than the original essay, so I played it off as forgetting to print it out (she totally saw through it). She told me it's be due by the end of the marking period, but I, of course, really hate letting such things hang over my head till the very end, went ahead and finished it tonight, officially around 7. Why did it take so long, you ask? Good question. I guess I'll go ahead and tell you. :]

Woodie is a senior who is my sophomore sister Dana's date to homecoming. He is the most unadulterated form of redneck I have ever truly seen: an accent (people in Delaware don't normally have accents, mind you), gun expertise, and a truck. What started off as driving Dana home today became a two-hour shebang in which we just hung around the kitchen, me first attempting to do my summer reading shtuff and then giving up because people distract me. He showed me his website for where he works, talked about John Wayne with my step-dad Mark (and reminded me WAY too much of him), and was genuinely polite, except I could tell Dana was getting a little funky because of how he sort of messed with my hands and flipped my hair around in its bun. I always attempt to come off as the vicious little sister to turn Dana's love interests off and since Dana is so sweet the contrast is usually enough. With him? Eh.

I do like him, though. In a "you're about to be my sister's boyfriend, be prepared to see me often" sort of way. It's Dana who's bothering me.

Dana is 6'2. Woodie is 6'7. Those five inches are the only thing she is really attracted to (shut up). If he reminds me of Mark, he'll remind Dana of Mark, which is worse for her than it is for me, in a sense, since she has quite a strong dislike for him. Besides that, though, I don't see why she would even look at someone who she couldn't really like or see herself loving. I never really say these things aloud or put them into words because the minute I do, I see how weird I am sometimes.

I don't think you should date anyone you can't see yourself spending the rest of your life with. That's why I haven't had many boyfriends or anything, because I know I don't want them. It's weird for me, being a freshman in high school and saying such things, but why waste your time on someone who you know, deep down, you really don't want? I tried to explain this to my grandmother and Mark when Dana went up for a bath, but even as alike as Mommom and I are, we don't see eye to eye on Dana's dating habits (or lack of). Mommom is happy for a "gentleman" in Dana's life. I think it's pointless to even think of dating someone you only like for their height or some other pointless reason. Does this make me... STRANGE?



Fascination: Um. Yeah. Woodie played this video and then told my sister she was rockin' it, too. I was offended for her.
Best comment heard/said: I have too many! In order of appearance...
Mom: Run like the wind, Forrest!

Ms. Science Teacher: So the person next to you if affecting your gravity.
Random student: (said to partner) Yo why you affectin' mah graviy?
Partner: Mah bad...

Me: I don't fit into any of these columns...
Allie: Oh... Well we'll make a new column for you and call it 'Bitch'!
Me: YES! Hey... wait...