Al Fin? del mes de marzo.

Well I haven't written in a while. Things have been pretty hectic as of late. Not that I can say that I've made it any easier on myself. I'm too much of procrastinator, you see.

In the following week I have 2 projects due, both in AP classes, so my concern is obvious. For English I've been trying to work on it for weeks, and well, I did it. I feel like I can jump around like Dora the Explorer. But in History, a class which I've come to very much dislike, I'm still lagging. Not only are we all a bit busy with school, but there have been some other complications and obligations.

Last night I went to DisneyLand with my sister and her good friend, whom I shall refer to as my Favorite. Well, as usual, we arrived late, but the lines were enormous. Surprisingly though, I saw my good friend Connie from school. That wasn't really random though, we both do go often. And we watched the fireworks before deciding to do something different; we went on a Hidden Mickey Hunt. It was awesome. :D 

After riding Indiana Jones at exactly midnight, we wandered into Downtown Disney for ice cream, but apparently the store closed early. We settled for Jamba juice that was way overpriced. 

After arriving home at two in the morning, I took a shower and fell asleep around three. Then my mother awoke me at nine to bake a cake for my Aunt's birthday. Due to my projects I was unable to go to that family party, but I hope everyone's enjoying my cake. 

Man, I put some Love into that cake. 

Well, now I'm home alone and my English project is done. (YAY) Oh this morning some of my fellow club members and I were in the newspaper. And they got my name right!

BOOM, roasted.

Fmylife. - A Rant.

Well. Now I feel like crap. I haven't written in a long time and today; everything just went to sh*t.

SO the credit card bill came in today. In one month my sister managed to spend about $450. It is amazing. I'd applaud her, but my parents are quite upset. In fact, my mother was so upset that she began telling me how fat I was. WTF. Are you freaking kidding me? What does me being overweight have to do with my sister having fun at Forever 21? So while my parents were plotting on ways to get my sister so become frugal, my mother goes on about how I am fat. So I called my sister up to warn her. Because if money makes them think I'm fat, it must be pretty bad right?

And just now, my lame-o history teacher posted grades. Like 2 hours before they are due. I'm missing an assignment or two and now my grade is a C. Seriously? I do all my freaking work in that class. So I dug up my papers, but the grades are due in an hour and a half. So on my grade report it will say that I have a C. Which is because the majority of our grades depend on our tests, but oh! we've only had ONE FREAKING TEST. Which just happened to be on Friday the 13th, and was just absolutely horrible.

So I went to my parents, so they don't freak out on me about having a C, which is probably going to be a B- when I get this all sorted out. I ran down stairs and my mother continues to tell me that she has no idea where I'm going in life. GOOD LORD. ARE YOU SERIOUS! IT IS A FREAKING C! She tells me that she hopes I can make it into a Cal-State, or even Mt. SAC, because I'm failing in her eyes. Then she goes on to compare me to my sister; who had a massive love for history and some kind of crush on this DBag of a teacher. That in itself is enough to gross me out. But anyway, she loves history, so she's good at it. History, as I said in one of my blogs, is lame to me. The past is the past, good to know, but let's move on. Seriously, there's always going to be a freaking past, and it just continues to grow. Anyway then my dad's talking about how I'm fat.

BAD GRADES HAVE FREAKING NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING OVERWEIGHT.

Okay, I lost like 2 inches around my waist, wth. Will my grades suddenly shoot up? No. It's like talking to recording. "Well, if you lost some weight..."

If I lost weight what? I'd suddenly become a princess? I'd suddenly have money? I'd suddenly be a freaking genius? My homework would suddenly be completed; the house immaculate? I'm seriously thinking of going on one of those rush diets. I bet, if I lose like 50 pounds, we'll have world peace.

Boom Boom Pow.

Man, school is gone by pretty fast this week. I'm not complaining, although now I feel like I have so much stuff to make up. Oh snaps. Whatever. I'm still having concentration problems. And I keep dreaming. I thought I was having problems concentrating on just work. But now it's like everything.

I was reading a friend's blog, then I realized that my blog might sound like I'm whiny and always complaining. I guess I am. It's a blog, and on mine I shall vent, whine, and sound depressed. Hopefully I'm not like this out in society, but if I am; SORRY.

Haha. It doesn't matter much, I still got that boom boom pow.

The lyrics of that song remind me of someone; because "These chickens jacking my style." Not that I have much of a style, it's more like someone's trying to copy my personality. It feels wrong.

COMPLAINT:
So I had this one best friend, and at the beginning of the school year we were as tight as ever. But some new chick, a younger chick, came in and messed that up. While my friend and I managed to stay close, that insufferable little bugger came in and fcked my friendship up. The fun part was that I was somewhat intimidating to her, so that scared her off, but now that I'm not around, that girl has coveted my friend. My friend has blindly fallen for this, and I want to warn her, but I feel like I'd be keeping her all to myself. I guess if she really wants those types of friends, she can have them. It's like one of those "if you love someone, you'll let them go" things. God, that little snitch is so annoying though. My friend and I were talking in a crowd of people and that little chick runs right between us and our conversation to pull her away. GD. I guess that's the only way she can keep friends though. She was "tryin' to covet my swagger" but "I'm on that next sh*t now."

Moving on, History Class is bad, I think my teacher hates me. But yesterday, a guest speaker gave everyone $5 gift cards to Starbucks, which my Bess Prann and I utilized after school today.

Today, my Bess Prannn (BP) asked a guy to Sadies, cute. She also got to skip some classes for her show tonight, which I wasn't able to attend due to my poor timing with naps. But after escuela, we hung out, went to the mall and window-shopped, trying practically everything at Bath & Body. So it was fun just to catch up with her.

Another best friend, I shall call him Juan, told me he couldn't go to Disneyland with us tonight, which put a damper on my lunch. I guess it doesn't matter now though, since the whole DIsneyland thing failed.

And another very close friend, I shall call him the Phag, told me he had something to tell me. When I finally got him alone long enough, he decided that he'd wait for another time to tell me about the girl he likes. That makes me sound nosy, but we have an agreement. He tells me who he likes, I listen to him and his crazy plans to meet the poor girl, jk, and if it falls through then we start all over again. I don't think his plans have ever worked out, but it's fun to help him try.

Another very close friend, whom shall be named the Jew (He is not a Jewish person, it mostly has to do with his last name spelled differently. ;]) has been very upbeat today. Yay!

Now that it's already 9PM, I don't feel like going out tonight, but I know I'll be utterly bored staying in. I have no idea what to do.

Gross.

During lecture my biology teacher sometimes goes off topic, related or otherwise, and today it made me feel guilty. Talk of pancreas-es and insulin and blood and diabetes and disease.

Which reminded me that it's been over 6 months since my last blood test. I'm going to be needing one soon. But I'm scared of the results.

Meanwhile this is a test week, today was Spanish. Tomorrow is bio, English, and APUSH (ew). Today during the Spanish test, my left arm kept twitching, almost vibrating. And right now I can feel a pulse going through it, a little pain.

Failing a math test is fine, failing health is another thing. I'm screwed.

Dear Diary.

Failing(ish) a math test + mother =

anger
warnings
disciplinary action
disgust
disappointment
re-evaluating a person's worth

It's a fcking math test.
As long as I'm not failing life, then I don't give a damn.
But apparently D's are the devil.

Sorry mother; I guess I'm just not good enough.