Friday, March 31, 2006

Second Post for Today

Okay, so I know that I have already posted for this evening, but I got some huge news in the form of a phone call this evening. C.R. is coming home on Monday!!!!!!!
I was sleeping again, (for some odd reason I have been really tired lately) and all of a sudden I hear the phone ring. I pick it up of course, since no one in my family ever does, and on the other end of the line, I hear a staticky voice ask if I was here. "Yeah, this is me," I reply, my own voice somewhat gravelly from the lack of use within the past hour. He starts talking to me, like normal, and I (being the cool one that I am) stop him and ask if this is who I think it is. "This is C.R." he says. My face explodes into a smile and after about five minutes of chit chat about how he graduated today, he says, "Don't start crying on me now," which I wasn't, but I guess the rocks stuck in my throat hadn't cleared out yet. We talked for about a half hour. I'm the first friend that he called! He blew off all his other friends just to talk to me! AND LET'S NOT FORGET THE FACT THAT HE'S COMING HOME MONDAY!!!
Oh happy day!

Possible Kidnapping in the Making

If I told you the scenario without telling you the characters, you would tell me that I'm setting myself up to get kidnapped. So let me give you the specifics.
Knowing my father like I do, I know that he would try anything to get me to come over to see him now. In the past, he has been refusing to come visit me and I have been acting likewise. If you're wondering why, I show my father no respect because he shows me none, therefore making him undeserving of it.
I was talking to my step-sister last night on the internet and my dad came downstairs, wanting to talk to me. I replied with some unkind things directed at him, and he dropped it. Later, she got back online and told me that Shane told her to tell me that they were going to be in my neck of the woods, if I had time to do something. This is a major guilt trip directed at me, because I have been using the excuse that I have too many things to do over here to keep visiting him, including work.
Now, all of a sudden, he and his wretched family want to have dinner with the outcast sister? Yeah right. If you knew my father, you would suspect a second agenda as well. I think that his plan is to get me to go to dinner, then take me back to the east side of the state without my mom's consent, all the while claiming that according to the parenting plan (which we no longer follow), it's his visitation time.
What are my options? I can go to this dinner, and risk becoming a missing person. I can refuse this dinner and make myself look bad to a potential judge. I could have C.R. come with me, but from the looks of it, he will not be home in time. I could arrange for my mother to come and get me if he tries to take me with, causing a scene at whatever restaurant we may be in. Hmm... what to do...

Thursday, March 30, 2006

"This Class Is A Joke!"

First and foremost, let me just say that I HATE posting over email. It screws up the freaking format on my blog, but sometimes I have to do it.
Secondly, I am in a really bad mood today, for no reason in particular, except for the fact that I just don't feel like being the nice person that I usually am (some people would disagree with this statement, but they can just go commit suicide). I guess it started during lunch when I was just sitting there, trying to eat my still-hard noodles from my Cup of Noodles. This was because the school doesn't heat up the water to the point that the noodles get soft. For some odd reason, that really made me angry today. So then one of my friends comes along, and by this time I am developing a headache. He pats me on the head as he walks by and since I'm feeling a little less than cordial, I yell, "Don't touch me!" This, of course, draws attention to myself and causes more people to touch me, increasing my anger levels, the volume of my curses, and most likely my blood pressure. I was getting hot, like I had a fever, and my friends were looking at each other like "What's wrong with her?"
The noise level in the cafeteria finally overloaded my brain and I took off to go to class after I hit the library. Class commenced again and finished without disturbances. So I found my next class, where, not ten minutes in, this asshole of a hick gets mad because some girl got the pass to leave before he did. All this kid wanted to do was fill his water bottle and he was seriously pissed off. Mr. H. called him out into the hall, somewhat like kindergarden and talked to him in "private". While this little conferance was going on, I raised my aching head off the table and shouted, "This class is a joke!" People were shocked by my outburst, because I don't say things like that, let alone in class. It was totally inappropriate, but I was really ticked. So then I went off about the reason I started taking honors courses, which is to get away from screw ups like the ones who sit in the front of this particular class, telling my audience that I wish there was an AP History so I could get away from those inconsiderate failures who don't want to learn. K.L, who lives just down the street from me, kept telling me to calm down, while C.G. kept reminding me that all of high school is a joke. The superiors only pass you because you can say that you've learned something. B.L. and A.W. asked what the cause of my little tirade was and I further explained that I wasn't feeling good, that I hate people of their kind, and that maybe I just didn't feel like being the nice person that I usually am. Mr. H. comes back into class after I've finished my lovely little impromptu speech and K.L. informs him that I have just gone off on the class. K.H. (the teacher) turns to me and says, "If you want to go off on these guys, fine. Just do it." K.L. replies that I already have and that "It was awesome!" I hate high school.
My horrible attitude was pushed a little farther off the cliff of insanity by C.R. not coming home today. So I went home, proceeded to try to do my homework on the internet, but my computer froze twice. I finally said, "Whatever, I'm done," a phrase that I've been using quite a bit today, and slept for a couple of hours. When I felt like getting up, it was 5:00 and I really wanted a cookie and a sandwich. So I convinced my step-dad to take me to Subway if I bought dinner. So now here I sit, venting my frustrations with our "free" school system, which says that we don't have to go if we don't want to, yet turns around and disciplines us when we skip class. The administrators suck.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006


Okay, so you want details. I didn't meet this guy online like everyone seems to think. I was at a friends house hanging out and he lived next door. So he came over to hang out too. We were introduced, and after that I got busy with my life and same with him. Then, about 3 months later, he got on SKAT (public bus system) and began talking to me. We had an excellent conversation, so I gave him my phone number. He called the next night and we talked for awhile. We hung out together a lot through December. He called me his girlfriend to his cousins, and started acting like I was, but never asked me out. About a week before he left, he started backing off, pushing me away so that neither of us would get attached before he left for boot camp. I gave him my address, asking him to write me and I've written countless letters to him, always getting a reply to the latest. He called me about two weeks ago to let me know that he wouldn't be able to write much for the last part of boot camp to graduation. Today is his graduation date, and he's supposed to be coming home soon, either today or tomorrow. I guess that's all I really know for sure... You tell me the rest.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Fortunes are Fortunes, Whether By Teller or Cookie

Okay, before I start this post, I just want everyone to know that I've been posting a lot through email because I'm not really getting internet access at home.
So, last night I had Chinese food for dinner but I forgot to eat my fortune cookie, and stuck it in my coat pocket to find this morning. Well, I was walking down the hall and talking to Mrs. H. about fortune cookies. She asked if it was a good fortune and I replied that I hadn't read it yet. So she pulled it out and showed it to me. This fortune made me wonder who gets paid $7.63 an hour to pull stupid "fortunes" out of their hindparts. "An empty stomach does not make a good political guide," my fortune read. And politics don't belong "in bed," as a typical teenager would say.
I think in all of my life, I have gotten one valid fortune, and it was so vague that it could have been anybody's problem. "A challenge is ahead," it warned me. A few weeks later, I recieved a letter from C.R. letting me know that he's thinking about asking me out. C.R. is being sent away ten days after he gets here. I don't know where to, but the probability of him being stationned near home is slim to none. Long distance relationships are difficult to maintain, and I knew intuitively that this was the challenge my fortune was talking about. But, as I said, fortune cookies are hardly reliable and so vague that one has to wonder whether or not it was really
meant for them. I guess the only way to find out is to pray for the answer, to pray for the validity.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Open For Discussion

Can a person fall in love with someone else through a series of four letters and a phone call? I want any and all opinions. Thanks guys.