Lol, yes, I put that because I feel a bit depressed. My mother took my phone away from me last night I cried when I went to bed because I was so upset. It only bothers me so much because I want to text Aaron. For those of you who don’t know or forgot, he is my “boyfriend.” I put the quotes because I don’t know if he can really be considered that anymore. We act like a couple minus never going anywhere together. I haven’t seen him since graduation. I don’t know when I’ll ever see him again either since my parents won’t let me go out with him anywhere until they meet him, and I’m scared for them to meet him because I am scared that they won’t like him. They’re used to brainiac, over-achieving kids, and Aaron’s not stupid. He’s just lazy. He screwed up all through high school, so he has to work for who knows how long to make enough money to get into college. It’s really going to suck for him, and I think I and whatever children we may have together one day are his only motivation. I really want things to work out for him whether he has me or not. Whatever—that’s not even the point of this blog. The point is that I am deprived of my phone, and it only hurts so badly because I want to text my baby. I needed to come vent on here, and who knows? Someone may enjoy reading this. (Ha! Fat chance.)
I finally had my orthodontist appointment that was supposed to be at the end of June. I finally got colored rubber bands, but I also got rubber bands to adjust my jaw. The latter hurt so badly. I don’t have any on right now because I was eating, but I need to go put them on. My mother said that she thought I was going to pass out before we left. I guess I got up to fast and that combined with barely eating didn’t do me any good. I get super dizzy every once in a while, and usually if I just close my eyes and breathe slow a couple times, I get back to normal and fine. Well, I had to walk back to the lobby while being dizzy. I could barely see. I was walking as if I was intoxicated, and I couldn’t even hear anything. I think it really made my mother worry. She said my face was pale, and my lips were even white. Thankfully, my mother noticed enough to make my brother get both of our excuses from the receptionist. After I was able to recollect myself, though, I felt perfectly fine. We went eat Olive Garden after.<3 My brother was acting like such a retard. He was wearing his shirt on his head, being obnoxious, and even lied on the floor and rolled over. It was so funny, though. The waitress was even laughing and joking around with us. My mother was laughing, too, so he didn’t get in trouble—not even at WalMart, where he acted even WORSE. He got down on the aisle in WalMart and stopped dropped and rolled and just acted sooo retarded. Everyone was laughing at him, scared (one small child), or utterly annoyed. It was getting annoying, but I still couldn’t help but laugh. Also, I got hit on twice yesterday—once by Nick’s friend and another by the same retarded guy that flirted with me more towards the beginning of the year and does it to nearly every girl. I say every girl because one day in chemistry we had a class discussion about that guy hitting on all of us. It was fucking crazy.
I have a sinus infection, which is causing also a sore throat and an earache in both ears. My jaw started hurting from me repeatedly biting down rather than grinding in frustration. Then, I have on and off headaches throughout the day from all of this and more to come. I’m on my fourth day of my period with little but enough to make a difference cramping. My calves are sore from working at the old house this weekend, and I burnt my leg in three places this morning on the straightener since my brother left it out instead of picking it up after he used it. I’ve been completely miserable for the past two days, and people are not my forte. The air conditioner has also been broken these past two days in first period at school. On the plus side, in chemistry on the test that practically everybody failed, I made a B. B’s aren’t my favorite, but when only eleven people in an honors class pass a test, a B is going to have to suffice for me. I wanted that ninety-six percent—A, though. >.> In trigonometry, though, I’ve made the highest score on both tests we have taken so fat. The class is jealous. Yes, I’m gloating. I made a perfect and plus some points on the first, and tomorrow, we’re looking at our tests from Monday. I now have two high score stars on the wall in the class. My classmates are trying to beat me, but honestly, they’re only inferior. ;D I now may understand converting squaring and cubing units in chemistry. I thought I had the day before the test, but on the day of the test, I found out that I actually did not. Tomorrow is my first unit test in chemistry as well as the year. It is on lab safety and equipment, significant digits, scientific notation, converting metric and English, and our Introduction to Chemistry notes THAT we never went over in class. I have to hope my answers are right, and I am also reading from the chapter in our textbook just to be sure. Well, I have to go do that trigonometry homework now. I hope (but doubt) you enjoy this post.
Apparently, this thing is in the Gulf of Mexico and headed square for where I live. I don’t even care. I’m happy—thunderstorms and the possibility of no school tomorrow. I bet we have it anyway, though. Oh, well. I never pay attention to the weather anymore like I did when I was a child—paranoid I was even. Now, I just don’t give a fuck. I find out the day before it hits only because it’s threatened school to be in session. Yes, well, I just felt like rambling about that here.
Also, I need more followers on Twitter. I seem to have peaked at three hundred thirty-five sometime during the summer, but I’ve been dropping as low as three hundred nineteen. I’m stabilized for now at three hundred twenty-two—http://www.twitter.com/michaelaisatwar.
I haven’t posted in a while. I think I gave up on Tumblr. Today’s a bad day. I’m not even explaining because I don’t feel like it. Do me a favor, though, and please reblog this because I’m not coming up with tags to get new followers. Reblog so that people that follow you may follow me. Nobody will do it. I bet.