So do Marissas.
Went to school today incredibly tired... Last night I remember being awake to see the opening title of Metalocalypse and I must have falle asleep, cause I woke up at 12:33 and was PISSED that I missed the one reason I was staying up. So when I got to school, I sat down and kind of wanted to talk to Sarah, but she was looking at a book Natalie was showing her and when I'd talk to her, she wouldn't pay attention. Finally she finished with that and talked to me and I sort of went off on my rant form last night.
"Well we're so concerned for you because we've always regarded you as the young one to be protected... and don't bash on Jamie's issues to make yourself feel better..." Oh please. I'm not a goddamn child, and I'm only bringing up Jamie to show how UNFAIR this "intervention" is. Bullshit is what it is. Neither Jamie nor Heather made it to school today on accounts of being sick, thank God. I might have gone off on them.
In math we watched Osmosis Jones and I napped for, oh, 30 minutes. Then I didn't feel like going to lunch without Heather, so I stayed in the art room and ate there while I worked. My art friends cheered me up a lot... I wish they knew how much they meant to me.
So then after art, I was leaving school and caught up with Leigh. Not having chatted in a while, we walked together and she starts going on about more shit I didn't need to hear. "So Mandy and I were talking and she mentioned how she heard you were dating 24 year old and..." and she went on with the details she heard from Mandy. This was, of course, laughable to the two of us. WELL WHAT A BITCH, HEATHER. Of course Heather would tell her stepsister. I don't ever talk to Mandy except if she's at the house or something. Thanks Heather for making my business yours and everyone else's.
Whatever. So I'm home now and just watched Oprah interview JK Rowling, which was kind of nice. Now I know I have government to finish and a painting to get my ass working on, but... I need to relax a bit. I think I might work on some pixel art for the first time in months.
xx When Dreams Fall Apart Marz
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