Go Green

So, I seem to have died my hair green.
This week has been weird.
I'm confused and sad about alot of things.
But it'll all be okay.
Becuase I'm going to the Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight!
Wooh.
I'll write more soon.

Whiskers, McDonald's, And Squished Puppies

First off, to explain to picture.
Friday was "spirit day" at school.
You know, the day where everybody dresses in school colors and then a pep ralley assembly is held.
(I didn't go to the pep ralley).
Pathetic.
Trying to convince us that we're lucky to be in such a great school.
Pretending we're "winners".
So conceited.
Anyways, we were doing face paint in art class first period when i got to school 45 minutes late.
Our school mascot is a bear.
So I was painting bear paws on people.
And whiskers.
(Do bears even have whiskers?)
Nonetheless, there were whiskers.
I wanted whiskers too.

Oh my goodness this thanksgiving weekend was so eventful.
Let's start with the happenings of Saturday night.
Me and my sister slept at our friend's house (Jessica).
She also lives next door to us.
And we met when we were like three years old.
In ballet class.
Yes, I took ballet.
Anyways, we slept there.
Well, we snuck out at midnight to go meet her boyfriend.
There was a little weed and a little beer.
It was so much fun.
We went to McDonald's.
And stayed there until about 2:30am.
Jessica's boyfriend, Chap, made the longest straw ever.
He connected like fifteen straws together to make a super-straw.
It was amazing.
And he managed to drink from it.

So now Monday night.
(Last night).
My big thanksgiving dinner.
With my mom, my mom's boyfriend (Rod), my sister (Megan), our friend (Amy), my boyfriend (Tyler), and Rod's parents.
Oh, and by the way.
I've been really sick all weekend.
Like no voice kind of sick.
And when I do have a voice, I sound like Estelle (Joey's agent).
From the show Friends.
If you don't understand the referrance, I sound like a raspy chain-smoking 60-year-old italian woman.
My throat kills, but it's also kind of hilarious.
Anyways, this thanksgiving was THE BEST.
(Even though I was sick).
The food was amazing.
I love the fact that I got to spend it with Tyler.
I got to drink a little (well, more than a little)(shh) white wine.
But the cherry on top of it all was this:
We're selling our orange corn snake.
And we've been waiting on the guy who's buying it to come pick it up.
So finally, he calls after supper asking if he could come get it.
We agree.
So he comes over.
Gets the snake.
All goes well.
There's conversation.
We're standing outside talking to him now.
And his girlfriend's there, too.
They just got a new puppy.
And the puppy's there too.
He has a cone around his head (doggie humiliation).
And the girlfriend's just explaining that she's always wanted a puppy.
So then Rod's mother comes outside.
She's out-of-her-mind drunk.
As usual.
She reaches down to pet the dog.
Talking to it in her overwhelming brittish accent.
And then the unthinkable happens.
She falls.
ON THE DOG.
She not only falls on the puppy.
But also on our poodle, Captain, who was being held my Tyler.
Tyler falls over.
And almost knocks over my mom.
The puppy is crying squished underneath the large old lady's ass.
Anyways, crazy shit.
This is the first time we meet these people.
Horrible first impression.
But it was the most HILARIOUS thing.
Me, Amy, and Megan ran into my room as soon as it happened.
We just couldn't hold our laughter.

Surprise, Surprise

Weird things happen.
Unexpected things, sad things, happy things.
Everything.
My mom tells me to manifest my situations.
And I've learnt this through watching The Secret.
I believe in it.
But you still can't control what happens.
Everything surprises you.

Yesterday I got invited to a punk show by a relative I barely talk to.
He's seventeen, he was a mohawk.
He's my step-mom's cousin.
He's pretty cool, but we barely see eachother.
And when we do, we barely talk.
The last time we saw eachother was at some sort of family event.
The only things he said to me were a few comments on my mohawk.
But other than that, not much was said.
He didn't seem very interested in me.
Until we said goodbye.
He told me that if I ever wanted to see a show or anything I should call him (I don't have his number).
But anyways I didn't think much of it.
I certainly didn't think he was serious.
I just thought it was weird.
But then I get a message on facebook (now this is almost two months later and we havn't talked since then).
At first I have no idea who it is.
"Some creeper", I thought.
Until he mentioned my dad's name.
So I might end up going to myt first punk show with some guy I barely know.
Oh well, it might be fun.

Today I didn't go to school most of the day to finish a project.
It was due Monday, now it's Thursday.
If I didn't hand it in today I would lose 30%.
Bullshit.
I get to school, run to class.
I'm panting as I hand the teacher my late slip.
I'm about to tell him the project's done, but my friend informed me that we didn't do the projects today.
I was confused and exhausted.
I just hid my face in my hands and cried.
Shaking and sweating.
Snot dripping from my nose.
It was horrible.
And i didn't stop crying.
I went through the entire class like that.
Walked down the hall to my next class like that.
I was still crying when I got to my next class.
And not just a little bit of crying.
Still fullout SOBBING.
The teacher told me to go cool down in her office.
I eventually stopped crying.
But holy shit.
I've never cried that much at school.

BLU-CRUSH

Fuck it.
I didn't write at all last week.
I let myself down.
Again.
Whatever.
No rules this time.
No promises.
That way I can't break them ;-).

Hm, last week.
I donno.
I saw Surrogates on Friday.
It was good.
It was an amazing isea for a movie.
And the movie was overall great.
Just at some parts it was trying too hard.
Like "Oh yes, we're a sophisticated new age movie".
But, oh well.
Whatever works.

Anyways, I'm bored with last week.
Let's talk about now.
Which is also boring.
So I'm drinking this 7% alcohol drink (ughhh).
And it's VERY BLUE.
Like, whiper fuid blue.
It's pretty good.
But it makes me want more.
I hope I don't end up being an alcoholic.
Which is quite possible.
Considering I have alcoholism on both sides of the family.
I'm just afraid I'll end up like my "ex-stepdad".
Controlling, emotionally abusive.
Alcoholic.
Which seems to be the path I'm going down.
Usually when your family leaves an abusive relationship, you're afraid you'll end up with an abuser.
But no.
I'm afraid of BECOMING abusive.
And I'm pretty sure I already am.
On some levels at least.

Holy shit.
One beer cooler and I'm already dizzy.
I'm such a light weight.
I like it though.
Woaw, I can't even walk straight.
Jeeze.

So what else..
I stayed home from school today to do a project that I thought was due today.
Then I saw Amy at the gym and asked her about it.
And she said that everyone was working on it in class today.
Oh well.
I got to stay home, I'm not complaining.
But it's a really awesome project.
It's "Where's Waldo?" for art class.
But it's "Where's (you're name here)".
I did mine monster-theme.
And I traced a picture of myself.
A bloody one.
So I fit in.
Yay.

I finished my drink.
I'm listening to Muse.
And I'm taling to my dad on msn.
And I'm feeling dizzzzzzy.
And I still have a big project to do.
Gah.