Hunger Games, Wisdom Teeth Removal, and the Amazing Reappearing Dakota

Last night, I finally got to see the Hunger Games. I went to the right movie with the wrong ex, but it was worth it.

The movie was just as good as I thought it would be.... Amazing.

My grandma picked me up last night because I will be staying Spring Break with her. This way she knows that I'm taken care of now that I have my wisdom teeth out and when I feel better, we're going to go look at colleges.

I begged her to let me see the movie that night and called one of my bestfriends that is in the area. She couldn't make it because she's grounded, so I called my ex. I don't talk to many people out here anymore, so I was starting to worry about not having anyone to go with me.

He agreed though and we went to see it. It was a little awkward for me at first because he texted me after we got off the phone and told me that it could be a date. Then when I said no, he informed me that two single people going to the movies alone was depressing.

All the same, we went as friends and watched the movie. Close friends, but friends all the same.

Go see the movie, I promise you that you won't be disappointed and it's pretty close to the book, especially for a movie.

I just wanted to take Cinna home and keep him as mine forever and forever.

After the movie, he brought me home, but somehow, despite my amazing directions, we got lost. Yep, my AMAZING directions. I don't care what anyone says, they are amazing.

By the time I got home, I was only able to watch two episodes of Trigun before I had to go to bed.

My grandma woke me up way too early. We had to get dressed and go see the surgical dentist so that he could remove my teeth. We were so early, we had about 40 minutes to kill so she let me look at Pokemon cards but I didn't find any that I wanted. She wanted to read in the parking lot but I took the advice that she had given me a billion times before and asked to go early in case they would be able to get us in early.

They were.

We waited a very short while before mom had to run to the bathroom. While she was in there, the nurse called me back. My dad tried to follow, wanting to be there for me and she told him no. He still followed so I had to stop and sign to him that I had to go back by myself.

My daddy is deaf by the way, which really came in handy today when I couldn't talk to mom or she couldn't understand me.

Dad sat back down and I went with the nurse in the back.

They took my blood pressure and put an IV in me. The nurse was really careful not to hurt me and talked me through everything. She told me what everything did and chatted with me to calm me down.

After the doctor was ready, she took out two needles and injected them into the IV. Not into me, the IV. So keep that in mind if you ever get your wisdom teeth removed. You only get one needle into you which is the needle for the IV. The others that you see don't go in you so don't worry about them.

The IV doesn't hurt either.

After that, I briefly remember trying to pull away from the doctor, being led to the car, and opening my eyes on the ride once.

None of it hurt, the doctor was also amazingly nice, and it was over before I knew it.

However, it's once I got home that it got complicated.

I have few and brief memories, a lot that had to be triggered by talking to my mom and dad.

Mom trying to get me to take pills and me not being able to swallow them, waking up sometimes but falling right back to sleep, a cold sweat that was cured with a warm washcloth, and daddy telling me that he's there if I need him.

Perhaps the strongest memory is because I asked about it once I came to.

I tried to stumble to the bathroom for an unknown reason, collapsed on the way back, and started to throw up. Luckily my grandma (The person that I've been referring to as mom) was there to catch me. She had two paper towels in her hand and held me while I threw up while screaming for dad.

Dad is deaf, but he has a cochlear implant so he could hear her screaming. He brought out a bucket and I emptied my already empty stomach into the bucket.

That bucket has been my best friend for the last few hours.

TAKE THE NAUSEA MEDS! If you ever get your teeth out, take the meds. Don't skip them because you can't swallow them like I did.

With them, it's really pleasant and easy. Without them, I was miserable.

I got icecream and I couldn't taste it! What mad hell is this??

No but seriously, you have to keep gauze in your mouth for a day or two because they bleed crazily. That mixed with the lack of food, since you have to fast; and the meds they put in you' you will be sick for awhile.

I'm still trying to figure out how to get around drinking anything. I finally ate, but I kept pushing it away for hours.

I'm fat... I don't push away food... But I knew that I couldn't keep it down because I had not taken my meds.

I think I'll try to look pitiful and get some ice cream now. <3

Oh, I forgot to talk about the amazing appearing boyfriend.

If you read the last entry, you know that my boyfriend/almost boyfriend, dipped out half an hour before our date.

Apparently he left work early and was on his way to come see me. He didn't make it five minutes before he was in a car wreck and rushed to the hospital. He has been in a drug induced coma for the past two days.

When I asked him to prove it because I wanted to know that he wasn't lying, he got mad.

Now if he is, I would feel terrible, but when I asked for the name of the hospital so I could call and check, he wouldn't give it to me.

He couldn't call me from a hospital phone or even give me a name to confirm that he's in there.

It just sounds a little fishy to me.

The Flaky Day of Spring & the Wonders That It Brings

I'm intent on updating my blog on a regular basis, or at least when I have something relatively interesting happen.

Yes, even if that means typing up an entry while listening to loud My Chemical Romance and trying to ignore my friend that is dancing around me and continually messing with my hair, in turn getting her bracelet stuck in it.

About two weeks ago, my boyfriend dumped me and disappeared for a week. I figured that I would be upset, but it didn't bother me. Instead, while he was gone, I grew increasingly close to a guy named Dashawn. The issue with Dashawn is that he lives too far and I don't mess with people that live out of state. Not only this, but something about him makes me grow increasingly possessive, even though we're not dating.

It's not surprising that Dashawn wasn't very happy when Dakota messaged me a week later in school.

An entire week of not hearing from him, and not bothering to try and contact him, he messages me out of nowhere.

His excuse was that he had a mental break down and left everything behind.

We had spent many nights fighting over him not seeing me. I had not seen him for almost five months. It's true that a vast amount of the driving was left to him, but there were some times when I offered to come see him. At some point, I gave up trying to see him and just left it for him to come see me.

After his week of disappearing, he returned and wanted me to come stay the weekend with him.

My eagerness to see him made it hard to stay mad at him so I agreed.

However, that week I had a party Friday night, a fundraiser with my friends that would last me all Saturday, and then we were going to go to a movie that I had been looking forward to. At first, I thought that he was going to go to the movie with my friends and I and then I would go stay the night with him and be back Sunday in time to go home with my grandma because I'm getting my wisdom teeth out Monday.

Soon he corrected me when he learned about my plans and told me that I was staying the entire weekend with him. I cancelled my plans so that I could go with him and rushed through school.

Come Wednesday, a friend called me, wanting to come and stay the weekend with me.

I told her that I would spend the day with her tomorrow, Thursday.

While I was at school, Dakota texted me and told me that a semi had backed into his car but he wasn't in it so he was okay. What wasn't okay was that he couldn't come see me. After almost a year of putting up with Dakota, I was sick of his excuses and knew better. I told him straight out that I didn't believe him and he got mad at me for it. I told him that I was going to go for the day and he reminded me that he was going to get a rental car and could still come get me. I agreed and that was that.

After school, I arranged for a ride to go get my friend, an hour and a half away from me. We hanged out with a friend that night and we were gonna sleep over there and have him bring us back in the morning so that I could make school that day and still hang out with her and Dakota.

The friend bought alcohol and we drank a little. I noticed that he kept trying to get us to drink and wasn't drinking himself so I slowed down to make sure that everything would be okay. As soon as my friend was drunk, he started to come onto both of us and tried to convince me to take advantage of her with him.

I said no and called my friend Drake to come get me because I didn't feel comfortable there. While I was on the phone, they had a few moments that once she sobered up, she regretted.

Drake picked us up and took me home.

We stumbled in, both drunk, and sat on the couch to tell my mom what had happened. She had been up, waiting for me because even though she was told that I wouldn't come home that night, she had a bad vibe. Real mother's intuition. She was furious, very vocal, and not approving of my drinking, but she was grateful that we were okay and agreed to let her spend the night since we didn't know what else to do. We didn't have the gas to take her home so we were going to let Kevin take her home in the morning.

It wasn't long before we made our way to bed. I gave her my bed and settled down on the floor, but around four in the morning, it was too hard on my back and I made my way to the couch. My mom was still up and playing with her phone so we talked for a brief moment, but I don't recall what. I then noticed that I had a text from Dakota.

Apparently his roommate had decided to stay at home so he couldn't bring me over for the weekend. His roommate was staying because it was raining ,and yeah, it was, but only for about an hour.

Like before, I had gotten mad at him for making up what sounded like lies to me. Once I got mad at him and reminded him that I wasn't going to be available for the rest of my spring break, he told me that he would come around the same time and pick me up to take me on a date.

I fought him over it for around two hours but I then agreed and went to sleep.

A few hours, I was woken up by my friend who insisted on waking me up. (Thanks, Ten. -,-)

I dragged myself to my bed and fell asleep there while she played on my computer. Once I had finally gotten up due to a rumbling stomach, I made us pancakes and called the guy that was supposed to take her home.

It took a few hours before he answered my phone call, but he finally did. He took about an hour to get ready and head out here to pick her up. By the time that he was almost here, I had filled in my friend on what had happened that night. She called him and asked him to fill in the parts that I wasn't there for and he openly stated that if she was pregnant that he wasn't the father.

I don't blame her when she told me that she wasn't getting in the car after that.

I called him again and cancelled, then called Drake and asked him to come get her and take her home for me. He said that he would but it would be after eight at night once he had gotten off of work.

I let Dakota know that she was coming with us on our date, but Drake had decided to come as well because he wanted to see the movie. I didn't see an issue with this because they intended to go off on their own while him and I spent time together, but he got mad at me.

He barely talked to me most of the day, but I texted him around 2:30 any way because he gets off work at three and he was supposed to be coming right after work to come see me.

I didn't get an answer.

Two hours, three hours, four hours later, no answer.

Even now, almost one in the morning, a good eleven hours later, still no answer.

Drake also wasn't able to come get my friend so she's stuck at my house with me until tomorrow when he either comes and gets her or we find a way to get her home without seeing the guy that took advantage of her drinking.

On top of that, needless to say, Dakota and I are done. This had been coming for awhile and all it took was a little push like this to end it.

I just felt like he could have at the least let me know why he wasn't coming or even if he intended at all to come.

Now, I'm full of pizza and caramel turtle pie, relaxing on the computer, and listening to my mom and friend talk.

Today hasn't been as bad as it felt like earlier, we're just happy to have each other and that's what matters.

Ending off on a positive note, blah. Does this sound like a fairy tale? -,-

An Average Day

Today I woke up and told myself that I would have a good day.
It proved true. ^-^

I dragged myself out of the house and to school. My stalker wasn't here today which gave me a nice reprieve from being aggravated. A lot of students are also taking the graduation exams this week so for us that passed the exams, we don't have to do anything for the most part.
We did some stuff in science, but my next class, history, we went to another class and just relaxed. We worked a little, but not too much all day.

After I get out of school, I'm supposed to have a conference with the photography teacher and vice principle about the dark room.
My course description reads, "This studio art course is designed for students seriously interested in photographic and darkroom techniques. Units of study may include, but are not limited to, 35mm camera handling, photographic composition, black and white film development and printing, digital photography, digital software, and photographic history. Ownership of a 35mm camera is recommended. Grade: 10-12 Prerequisite: Fundamentals of Art, enrollment limited Fee: $30.00 per semester/term"
This leads me to believe that I should be using the darkroom, but she locked it up and told us that it is off limits.

I will fight that decision until it changes.
And hopefully after all that fighting, when I get home, my Pokemon cards will have came in the mail.

Spring Break is Long Overdue

Spring break is only a few days away. It's Tuesday and we get out Friday for a week.
Only three days... I can do it. I swear that I can.... I hope that I can.

I'm just about sick of this school, but I'm trying to keep my temper in check.
I take a photography class that costs $30 a semester. The course description talks about us using the dark room and taking pictures, but all we've done all year is work on photoshop.
Now, I love computers as much as the next teenager, but there is a line that needs to be drawn. First, a crazy amount of work that the advanced students struggle with much less the beginner students?
Second, the teacher has no idea what she's talking about. I've had several occasions where I've shown her how to do things on photoshop.
Third, I can barely do my own work because almost everyone in the class is calling me to help them.

Don't get me wrong, by no means am I a photoshop genius. However, I learned the basics and they stuck with me.
Had I come into that class without the knowledge that I held beforehand, I, and several other students, would be failing terribly.
I'm not paying $60 for this. I can't even use the darkroom, the main reason that I took the class. She locked it and forbid us to use it.
Good photographers know how to develop their own film because it gives them more say over the film.
Why can't we use digital cameras and photoshop the pictures for all the say that we want?
Digital cameras don't have as much resolution as film cameras. Both are good and you need to know how to use both.
This class is putting me on edge because it has been a tooth and nail fight with the teacher every day.

Then my stalker issue that was mentioned before, that still doesn't help.

Plus the kids in this school. Today during lunch, I was sitting with my friends and suddenly kids began to stand up. They were facing the middle of the cafeteria where a fight was about to take place. Once security escorted the girls out, the students began to yell and slam the tables with their fists. This made an opening for the first student to throw their tray and soon a food fight began.
Sadly, this isn't as uncommon as I would like.
Not too long ago we were on the news. A fight was planned in the bathroom and a student recorded it. The student put it on Youtube where it quickly found the news.
One of the boys that was in the fight died shortly after.

This school isn't terrible. There is a lot that I love about it. The art program is magnificent and the theater program is uncompared to any in town. The students have a flavor to them that will never die out and the school rarely is boring, but it would be nice to have some better people here.

The First In a Saga of Stalking

I know that I'm not perfect by any means. I have had my share of drama that was my fault, but I can't figure out why I feel bad about this drama. As far as I know, my actions have been justified, but at the same time, I feel like they haven't.

About a month ago, I got into an argument with what used to be one of my friends. There was a lot of drama that was leading up to it so it was no surprise when it finally exploded and I gave up.
I had arranged a fundraiser for an after school activity that I help with but it seemed like nobody was showing up. Disappointed in my friends, stressed, and embarrassed, I turned to the person that I had been spending the most time with.
I called the girl, who will be know as Jay, and asked her to come help me. Her girlfriend, also a friend of mine, quickly agreed but Jay said no and talked her out of it. She said that her mom told her that she couldn't leave the house. Well, I knew that even if it was true, it didn't matter. Jay never listened to her mom and left when she wanted to, she just didn't want to help. I pleaded with her but she just cursed me out so I hung up on her.
She was mad at me for having blocked her number the night before and that's why she didn't come. I had blocked her number because she was constantly calling me with her mood swings, cursing me out because I couldn't arrange a ride to go get her girlfriend that lives two hours away, and then calling me to remind me that she loves me. I was getting over fifty calls a hour at times.

This, along with all the other drama that happened before, and trust me, there was a lot, was what broke it for me.
I told her that I didn't want anything to do with her and for her to leave me alone. She must have thought like usual that I would get over it and move on.
I didn't.

Once I didn't approach her, I believe that she started to follow me around to remind me that she was there in hopes that I would make amends. When she tried to talk to me, I would ignore her and talk to my friends or walk away.
It didn't take long until this game became obsessive, her following me around the school everywhere I went.
She had been known to follow people before, having followed my parents around once when they were at the school. She tried to follow me onto the stage when I was getting awarded and she's been known to jump in the car with my friends and me when she wasn't welcomed.
So this wasn't too big of a surprise. She began to sit at the table that I eat lunch at with my friends and they soon became annoyed of her.
(Actually, to correct that, they were already annoyed with her before we even got in a fight. One of the such dramas we had was her accusing me of running her over when she was nowhere near the car and at that moment, they had lost all hope in her being anybody that they'd want around. It also doesn't help that she is loud and talks about sex all of the time.)
They began to ask her to leave but for the most part, ignored her.

Everyone knows that I'm one of the biggest Pokemon nerds in the school and that I collect Pokemon cards. So once she began to talk about them and reference a person, saying things such as, "I burned some Pokemon cards yesterday because I couldn't burn certain people" everyone knew that she was talking about me. It might have helped her be a little more discreet if she wasn't looking straight at me while saying it to.
That was it.
I wasn't going to sit at the table and listen to someone talk about me all day. It went from Pokemon cards to crude sexual jokes and insults.
Eventually I lost my temper, put both of my hands on the table, looked at my friends, and asked out loud, "Why is the annoying slut at the table still?"
I'm not proud of losing my temper, but I realized that it was getting away with me and got up to go get the principal and let him know what was going on.
Of course she told him that I called her a slut and when he asked me about it, I made no hesitation to admit to it. Petty insults and lies aren't going to get me in college, owning up to my mistakes and being an adult about them will help though.
It didn't look good on me, there being straight evidence that I was the issue and I realized this as soon as he asked me.
He told me that I couldn't sit at the table with my friends anymore, thinking that I was the start of the drama.
I told my friends and my mom who were outraged by this decision. It took a little time before they realized why I was moved and she wasn't.
I asked my friends to explain the situation to my mom on the phone and then asked her to go talk the principal the next day.

My mom was not happy.
She had seen the drama with Jay before and experienced it first hand when we almost had to call the police because Jay's mom was threatening to come to our house and kick some ass.
She marched into the office with me behind her, begging her to keep her temper in check. Amazingly, she didn't curse out the principal but I could see she was on the brink any second. The principal came to his senses and promised that he would do something about it that day.
However, we didn't know that she wasn't there that day.
It was a Friday, the weekend passed, and Monday came.


Monday, today, it started at breakfast.
I was on the other side of the cafeteria from her and got up to go talk to my friend, Bre. Jay also got up, and followed me over to Bre. Then I went to another friend to tell her good morning, Jay followed me to that friend. Finally I gave in and headed to class, Jay followed me to class until the teacher stopped her.
Lunch came and she sat at my table again. The principal had told me while with my mom that if she did to get security and explain the situation so I did. Security moved her, she made a scene, it was over for the moment.
I decided to go talk to the principal and let him know just in case and when I got up, almost fifteen of my friends got up with me and tried to follow me to the office. As we walked to the office, I believe that more joined in, having seen her follow me around the school incessantly and talk about me openly. Security stopped us at the door though and made me pick four of my best friends from the group.
Once I got to the office, she was already there with a mutual friend of ours.
The principal sent everyone but her and me away and sat us down to talk to us. The conversation was pretty much the same thing the entire time through.
I made my three points, I wanted her to stop harassing me, my friends, and my family.
Over the weekend, she had been texting harassing messages to my sister-in-law and I brought this up.
The principal agreed that was pretty cut and dry and insisted that we were adults who could work this out from now on and just leave each other alone.
She kept being disrespectful and the conversation finally ended when she was excused to go puke because she's pregnant.

After this, I went to class and the teacher gave me permission to go to the art room and work on a project. The art room is right next to the cafeteria so when I couldn't find the art teacher, I went to talk to my friends at lunch.
She was sitting next to the security guard and made the comment, "Look who's stalking who" when I walked by. Trying to find the art teacher or figure out what to do, I had to walk by her several times. One of the times she laughed really loud and one of my friends looked at her darkly. Apparently she was back to talking about me, but I ignored it.
Finally security told me to go back to class and accused me of skipping.
So to avoid getting in trouble, I went back to class.

I found it funny that she could skip every day in front of security and follow me around like a lost puppy, but when I have permission to be out, security gets smart with me...
Must be because she's pregnant.

I've updated my blog pretty well so far so I think that I deserve a cookie.

Yesterday I came home and nobody was there so I went in my room and got on the computer. Thinking that nobody would be home for a long time, I took my shirt off because it was hot and my parents pitch a fit when I touch the air conditioner.
After awhile of sweating at my computer, I decided that I wanted a drink so I slowly made my way to the kitchen. Once I got in the living room, the door opened any my dad walked in. To make matter worse, he had my mom, uncle, and my uncle's girlfriend with him whom I had never met before.
I fled into my room before anyone but my dad saw me and put on a shirt. While I was putting it on, my mom busted in the room like the amazing kind of mother that totally knocks. I don't remember what she wanted, but it was pretty much useless to me.

Once my shirt was finally on, I went back in the living room and said hi to everyone before disappearing back into my room where I made recordings, trying to dub a song that I like. Let me warn you of something, you may sound amazing in person, but once you get on the computer, it all sounds different.
A few fail hours later, I went back into the living room to help my mom distract my drunk dad while she hid the vodka. They don't usually drink, but when they do, he can never hold his alcohol.
I've only seen my mom drunk once in my life and she didn't even know that I was supposed to be home that night. I brought a friend back with me because of an issue that arose at her house. My mom followd my friend around for about two hours, telling her how her girlfriend was an annoying person and how she could do so much better than that. Finally another friend came to pick us up, but my mom hung on to his car and once she was finally pulled away, she chased the car.

I'll make another post about drinking adventures one day, God knows that I have had my fair share of them.

Medical Adventures and Pokemon Card Addictions

So I have learned the amazing joys of leg spasms. The one that hit me was like a Charlie Horse but ten times worse and it lasted over an hour. Do you know how terrifying it is to touch your leg and feel your calf move up in places that it shouldn't be? It freaked me out really bad. Then on top of that, I had to get a filling the day after.

Fillings REALLY aren't that bad. They numb everything so it doesn't hurt except the occasional pinch when they put a shot in to make sure that it's numb. The worse part is that I can't stop rubbing it with my tongue which is driving me nuts. After finding out that I had a cavity, I went home and brushed my teeth like seven times and promised that I would keep up regular brushing as much as possible. It has lasted pretty well so far so I'm proud of myself. <3

While missing school because of regular leg spasms, I found a site that is helping me support my Pokemon card addiction for free. The site is called Points2Shop. It's one of those PTC sites that you play with and you get money or points to buy stuff. You use the points to buy stuff off of Amazon and it really works which is pretty awesome. I've wanted to advertise it and spread around the word, but I'm too shy. It just feels kinda embarrassing. But hey, if you see this and you're interested then here

http://www.points2shop.com/register?ref=inuyashagirl521

That Not So Awesome Lunch Experience Part Two

Of course, hippo-deer is not the only thing that we did during lunch. That would just be boring. Oh, compare milks and then eat like good little children. <3
Our teachers only wish that we were complacent and good, but that's never the case... Okay, maybe when we're too lazy to do anything stupid which may happen more than we like to admit.

Usually after we eat, I start a game of ninja.
In ninja, you take turns. You can only move once during your turn and you want to try and strike your opponent's hand. When somebody goes to strike your hand, you are allowed to dodge and hope that you don't fall. You may not hide your hand behind your back unless it has been struck, then it must stay behind your back at all times and can not be used.
We start out with three or four people from our table and then people decide that they want to join the stupidity. Imagine about twenty highschoolers in awkward positions, trying not to fall and hitting each other while pretending to be ninjas.

It's always an amusing image. <3 I'll try to catch a picture of a game one day and put it on here.

Next there comes the plotting. This usually takes place while we're shoveling down food or playing some odd game.
From our plotting, we have managed to get the entire cafeteria to walk out of the school in protest of the Lee High Walkout (Several people also played a large role in this, we just helped), we had the entire cafeteria sing happy birthday to the principal, and we threw him a going away party.

Yeah, happy birthday may sound lame... It was pretty epic though. We made banners with Spongebob on them and had someone dress up as Spongebob. The song went like this,
"Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to youuuu-
Oh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
MR. PARVIN!"
You should get the point though.

Today we ate and then two of us, me and a friend, retreated to the photography classroom where I like to make my domain amongst the darkroom and Photoshop.
Unfortunately.... The darkroom is off limits at the moment because the new photography teacher is scared of the dark... And in turn, scared of the darkroom.