Where I wish everyone would just go run off to northern Siberia and get eaten by a bunch of Strigoi.
I got to bed pretty late and had a rough morning getting ready. I left the house earlier so I could have some more time at school to work on my review before taking the NAHS picture at 7:50. I ended up leaving without grabbing a water or a juicebox, mistake number one. Then I get to school all grouchy and freaking out because time isn't on my side and realize that I don't have my math review! It wasn't in my spiral. Turns out Jamie had it, but left all her math papers at home. WHAT THE FRAKIN FRAK. So I had to remember what was on the review and make my formula chart from memory... asscakes.
We were all hoping Scott wouldn't show up so we could study, but he showed up and bitched at us that we were being selfish, rude, taking advantage of him, and wasting his time. Blahh. Then he threw in this crazy flag twirl that like, spins on your back and you spin it in a flatback position... It took four people to teach it to me, but I finally got it.
In the bathroom, Heather was like, "Hey, we should all sleep over at my house after floor painting."
I looked a her and said, "No way, I'm going over to Ian's like I told you last night."
"Oh come onnnn! We never get to hang out anymore!"
"We see each other everyday."
And then she left. What a bitch! Anyways, I went to math and surprisingly, the test was easier than I thought. I finished really fast, but didn't want to turn my test in yet, so I drew a picture of Rose pinning Dimitri down, ready to stab him with her stake. Ha ha, that killed some time and then I turned in my test and sat back down to read more Vampire Academy. OH MY GOD, SHE FINALLY REALLY REALLY KILLED DIMITRI. All because he didn't say "I love you!" It was so badass... Rose goes, "I will always love you", then stabs him, then he goes, "I should have said that..." and then falls to his death. It was a lot like when Mr. Crepsely died :( Big, badass, beautiful Dimitri is gonesies!
Then lunch with Heather, that was just brutal. She sat there giving me bitchy attitude when I mentioned Saturday night and gave me the whole "What Would Your Parents Think/Say/React? If They Knew" speech... ugh, not again. Then she was trying to convince me that the fact that I was drunk made it rape. Uh, no, that's not rape. I wasn't being taken advantage of, you smelly hooker pirate. So that infuriated me as I went to art. Luckily, my art friends always cheer me up, especially since we convinced Mrs. K to let me play our final exam video and everyone loved it :) Glad to know my hard work and hours were worth it. She suggested I go visit an old cemetery in Farmer's Branch for inspiration on my portfolio.
We also had to clean up the studio room... I put my shitty, not portfolio art in some extra drawers, claimed some shelves for my supplies, and put my crows, gin, skull, and Inside Me Outside Me Box up on top of the cabinets to look down on my table. It's sad, it's like we're packing up for good, even though we're not really... We recalled how awkward it was at first sitting together and how they thought I didn't want to be messed with... and how we all started talking about anime and made fun of James' shoebox and all sorts of silly things that bonded us.
Blahh. Now I'm home, and feeling lonelier than ever. Lonely, frustrated, stressed, frantic, fed up, dazed, sadly romantic. I feel like crying for no reason, just to let it all out, but that won't get me anywhere. It's a sign of weakness, something I can't bear to show. Staying strong was never so hard.
2011 is off to a shitty start.
xx Love's The Devil Counting Teardrops In The Rain Marz
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