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I feel like swallowing an entire bottle of pills right now. I'm not depressed. I'm not mad. But there is no way in hell I'm happy right now. There has yet to be a word created to explain how I feel yet. It feels like I was seriously pissed, but now I'm about to cry and I can't think. Yes, that does exist: I say so, and so it will be.
2nd period. Science benchmark. It was really easy- reading it wasn't. My mom forced me to take an unneeded Imatrex, or migraine pill. Yes, I do get serious migraines. No, I'm not too young.
Because of that small triangular hell raiser, I broke down because I felt numb all over, and it hurt to breathe. These were only 2 of the many things Imatrex can do if not needed. By the end of the test, my text on the test was almost illegible. Damn tears. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to go to tutoring because of that stupid pill.
4th period. Sam does something (not gonna say it) so I start my high pitch squealing and kick her, like, 5 times. LIGHTLY. On the upper knee area, as a joke type of thing. Then I stop.
So far, so good.
Then she gets all mad at me. This is what I don't get, mind you. She gets all mad at me for "pushing her nail back." Her fingernail. After I'd only kicked her upper knee, as a joke. Oh my.
Then, as hard as she can, Sam kicks my thigh. Mind you, I fight a lot. I get kicked, punched, slapped, pushed, and smashed on a daily basis. One kick to the thigh, well, high distress it was not. The fact is though, she did it. On purpose. For no reason.
Even Laura knew I was right. But I'm done with 4th period for right now. Sam, though- one more strike and I'm done. For good.
Did I mention how involved I happen to be in choir? Well, today, in 7th period, I hear that I'm not going to perform at the elementary schools tomorrow. I was an alternate at first, which is still pretty good considering only 20 pop girls were going out of about 55.
You see, I had already had a bad day. I shrugged it off for the rest of 7th and pretended not to care during the movie. (We Watched how the new version of How the Grinch Stole Christmas.)
Insult to injury- We had Pop rehearsal this afternoon. It wasn't terrible, but I was pretty down. I really didn't want to show it though, and I didn't want to make anyone feel bad by saying I wasn't going- 5 of my best friends were never even considered.
After the normal rehearsal, the elementary school people were supposed to stay to practice Santa Baby and do finishing touches on the other songs. My ride and best friend, Jaimie, is an elementary person. I had to listen to them sing and see them dance for 45 minutes.
I don't feel like saying any more.
Does the date November 28 ring a bell?
The only people that remembered my official birthday were Laura, Skylar, Terra, Jaimie, Alexis, and Lara Casey. Thank you, all the rest. Happy 13th birthday to you to.
(Observation: If I don't know you in real life, you're off the hook.)
No longer a Lord or Master,
Doesn't feel like Lois
EDIT:: I love you, [.Love.Song.]! Once again, I was wrong, you were right. Song gave me 10k for a guild.
BTW, I love our new nickname crap. Long (that's me) and Song (that'd be him.) whee Doesn't that sound so cute?
 LongWayHome · Tue Dec 19, 2006 @ 01:17am · 3 Comments |
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