Drunk Democrats

I never would have considered a democratic celebration to be a party. Certainly not somewhere to find a DJ and alcohol.
Well, at least not before tonight.
The group that I volunteer with: Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Transgendered Advocacy & Youth Services worked for tips at a democratic party tonight. We had a table set up for donations, took coats, helped serve food, clear tables, take drinks, and do anything needed.
At first, it was pretty boring. I just stood there and felt out of place, but once people started to get a bit tipsy and once the crowd grew, it kind of became fun.
A big dance crowd formed and we did everything from The Cupid Shuffle to The Electric Slide. A little before the dancing began, my English teacher from last year had come in. She helped start me off dancing and I went from there all night, dancing with all kinds of people.
There was a small uncomfortable moment when an old man started dancing with me, but he was sweet enough and didn't try anything. I think he only started dancing with me because I had talked to him earlier and was nice so he picked someone he knew to help him feel comfortable dancing.
At some point while dancing, I noticed that a lady was on the ground and throwing up while people were trying to help her up. Immediately I rushed over there and helped them lift her into her chair. You would think that a group of adults would know what to do with a drunk person, but apparently not. I got some crackers into her, a napkin to wipe her off, a bucket, and a small amount of water to keep the throwing up from dehydrating her.
Finally the paramedics showed up. I bet her husband sure was embarrassed.
After that, I went back to dancing until the party was over. Then I started helping with popping balloons. While doing that, some woman all but latched onto to my head to tell me how beautiful my rainbow hair was. She took pictures and kept playing with it but she was being so sweet that I didn't have the heart to tell her to go away. Finally I got called away... Fifteen to twenty minutes later.

Actually, all of that gave it some spice and made it kind of fun.
Add the fact that everyone who was there was super kind to me and very talkative and it was an overall enjoyable night.

I'm telling you, put some booze in your democrats. They're hell'o fun to be around then.

Funerals and Subs On Drugs

I've gone to two funerals this school year and I hope that I don't have to attend another one. The first one, I didn't go to the visitation and it was packed out because it was a kid from our school. It felt like what a funeral should be. Sad and important.
The second one was someone that I knew very well and it felt so weird. We went to the visitation and she was in the coffin with it open, just laying there and looking like she could sit up any moment.
Everyone, and there weren't many people, was sitting around, talking, laughing, and just carrying on like the body of their mom, sister, and friend wasn't right there.
It stayed like that the entire time and it just made me really uncomfortable.
For the actual funeral service the front two pews were barely even stocked. Nobody seemed too upset and the service was mostly music instead of talking about her.
We got to the actual funeral and it took less then five minutes. A preacher said that it was the last time we would see her and it was over. At the other person's funeral, it lasted over thirty minutes with people wanting to put flowers on his grave and say goodbye.
It just felt really eerie...

So, while I'm typing this and trying to gather my thoughts, it's really not working.
I really wanted to organize my mind by writing this, but I can't because I'm in my writing class and I don't have any headphones.
I'm also pretty sure that this sub is on drugs.
He kept interrupting our work to talk about IT. Not IT by Stephen King but IT. When he says it, we don't know anything about what the hell he's talking about. He randomly says, "You don't know me or what I mean."
Other than that, I can't even catch on to what he's saying. It doesn't make any sense. Seriously, I'll type a bit of what he's saying as he says it. Keep in mind, the current context...There is none. We're just sitting around and listening to him talk.
"Let me tell you something right now. There is nothing to make you feel better, well, I don't care if you feel good or not. To make you feel better, there is nothing that you can think of that hasn't been thought of."

"If anyone could bottle or capture it, there is nothing that smells better than a newborn baby. A newborn baby has that smell up unto a year old."
"That smell, a newborn baby. If you ever get a chance to smell a baby, they smell soooo good."

"Yin and yang is yin and yong. Do you know which is which? Which is dark?"

Johnny Test Creepy Pasta

                He used to be a happy and healthy young child. He would go out and play with his friends every day, but one day, he had an accident. The actual accident is questionable, maybe he got in a fight, or maybe he fell, all we know is that we found him in the front yard, bleeding and unconscious.

                 When Johnny Test woke up, he was different. While the rest of the children went about their usual day, something was off about Johnny. For starters, he began to see his dog as a person. While everyone around him realized that Dookie was just a dog, he seemed to think he was another child. In attempts to make his new illness easier on him, his sisters decided to play along. Since their parents were against the idea, they kept it quiet from them.

                His parents kept him out of school because his hallucinations simply made him too different. This is where his sisters stepped in again to try and make his life easier. He had always seen them as smart, but his view became stronger after his accident. After his accident, he began to see them as some of the smartest people in the world, capable of doing anything once they set their mind to it. His sisters played off of this and went through imaginary games daily with him, helping him live out all of wishes and dreams.

That’s my Johnny Test creepy pasta, or what I have of it so far. I still need to think of an explanation for Black and White as well as for the villians. Maybe the villians can be things that he sees daily and has a secret hatred against because they can go on with their life. The mole man and cat thingy are just regular animals, the butler being the cat’s owner. Deep Freeze could be a boy that lives near him, since he was an actual boy at some point. Vegan can be another man that lives near him and on.

Give me some feedback and let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions for Creepy Pastas, let me know and I’ll give it a try. 

I Can Blog!

 To start off, I have to take the moment to say that my mom officially has purple hair. I’ve told her several times not to get into my hair dye, but she didn’t listen, thinking that it was wash out, so that’s what she gets. I’m not going to tell her anything about hair dye remover. If she wants to get it out, she’s just going to have to bleach it. I’ve paid a lot of money for my hair dye and she insists on getting into it regularly. She offers to dye her friend’s hair, occasionally does her tips, and has even used it on the dog. I’m not paying twenty dollars a bottle for her to waste it like that.

All of that aside, I’m still not very happy with her. I was at school yesterday until around 4:30 because I have an after school club called Anime Brigade. I asked her to come get me afterwards because it was raining and freezing, I don’t like jackets so I didn’t have one with me. She waited thirty minutes before calling me and telling me that my dog was missing and my dad was strung out on pills. Finally I convinced her to come get me so I could look for my dog. She bitched the entire ride home and I ignored her, freaking out mentally about the fact that Ichigo was missing. Low and behold, when I got home, Ichigo was in the kitchen. His fur was a little wet, telling me that he had been in the backyard, but he was safe.  Obviously I wasn’t happy with the mini-panic attack that I had before that though.

Unfortunately, I have to be nice to her though. She just lost a friend, kind of? I’m not really sure of the depth of the relationship honesty. I got a phone call Friday afternoon while I was staying after school for Academic Team Practice. The person on the phone told me that mom’s friend was about to pass away any second. With that in mind, I all but ran the mile home while calling mom repeatedly. I figured that she would want to say goodbye to her friend before she had passed away. When I finally got home and let mom know what was going on, she didn’t want to go to the hospital and she didn’t even seem to care. She has seemed to be a little upset, but that’s questionable honestly. She wants me to go to the viewing and funeral with her tonight and tomorrow respectively.

Other than that, I don’t think anything important has happened to me recently. I’ve figured out what I’m going to do for college, which is go to a community college for the first year or two to get my core classes out of the way cheaply. I’m hoping that the FAFSA will pay for that for me because my GPA leaves room to be desired. If it does, I intend to raise my GPA there now that I actually care about my future. When I do that, I’m going to try for scholarships to a college out of town called The University of North Alabama. There, I am going to double major in sociology and Child Development. While I’m here in town, I intend to work towards a car and try to get a job in a daycare. I’m going to move in with my grandma so that she can help me get the things that I need.

Wish me luck!~