The Phenomenal Parents

My parents are weird...I think that they're both pretty bi-polar. Actually, I'm certain of it.
Last night was one of my mom's good nights though. She gets weird on her good nights and we end up doing weird, but fun things. Like...Driving two hours to see my boyfriend, skipping school to eat pizza at the park, and throw bonfires.
Last night, mom cleaned out the pantry. Mom hoards can goods so when she was done, she had a nice little cache of can goods.
We went to a meeting with some concerned parents about the school board and what we want to do about it, then we went and visited a friend who had lost his partner, and lastly, we went to Wendy's for ice cream.
Mom is also cheap, have I mentioned that? Mainly because we're broke. She loves when Halloween comes around because Wednesday sells coupon books for a dollar that allow you to get ten free mini frostys. She'll buy one of those and then order a butt load of frostys. We did that last night and while eating our frostys, we started talking.
I jokingly said that we should stack a pyramid of can goods in front of our neighbor's door...She took it for real.
Well, come around 1 AM, we did just that. XD We didn't get caught either. It was pretty funny.
After that, it was a little hard to get her out of my room though. She kept coming in to sit on my bed and talk, but I was tired.
Plus, I had to get up at seven so that I could get up for school today.

Worst Date Ever & Monday Blues

Ugh, I can't believe that it is Monday already. It doesn't feel like it... I really don't feel like being here for five days....I guess you have to do what you have to do.
I already missed four days of school last week due to being really sick and a family friend dying.
My luck is ridiculous lately.
You know what, I bet that I would get more views if I posted pictures to make my writing more comical. Kind of like Hyperbole&aHalf.
Neh....I don't know how to draw them online though. I totally would if I knew how.

Oh look at that...It's the reason that I hate mornings and Mondays. An assignment in Entrepreneurship...The teacher tells us to summarize the chapter and then puts the summary on the board. After I summarize it, I find out that I was supposed to copy the summary.
Where is the learning in that? How is that summarizing the chapter? That's copying a paragraph. Then you yell at me for it... Sorry that I would like something that at least resembles real work...
Well, I do go to an Alabama school. >..>
Yes, today is my bitching day.

So, yesterday...
Yesterday was a fail in the worst sense of the word.
I've known this guy for about three years.. We dated like two months out of those years and he was super sweet when we dated. We went out and did things together and enjoyed each other's company.
Well, he was the one that I was talking about not showing up. He came today and I decided to go with him.
We went to the park and while there, all he wanted to do was sit on a bench and come on to me. I convinced him to get up and we decided to go to a movie. He did the same thing there for awhile until he got rejected enough and finally just cuddled me during the movie.
I did enjoy that part.
During the movie, my friend, Nyja, called me. She wanted to see if I could find a ride for her homeboy Justin if she gave gas money.
I asked dude, yes, he shall be called dude. I don't like slandering people's names...Unless I really hate them, so Dude will now be the one that I'm complaining about. If he sees this post, he'll know who I'm talking about.
Dude said sure, that would be okay. We looked up the address and that's when the bitching started.
I felt bad to. I kept telling him that he didn't have to do it. He insisted though... So hell, if he agreed to it and even insisted, why was he bitching at me like I was forcing him to do it?
When we got to Nyja's house, she gave him the gas money and we went to go get her friend. To make matters, and the bitching, worse....Justin lived in Athens...A fourty minute drive.
At this point, I told Dude that I'd rather not go all that way, but he insisted again.
Bitched most of the way there.
When we picked up Justin, he stopped complaining but seemed to pick up some guy ego thing.
Yeah...He started to curse every other word.
I was really getting annoyed of it.. I mean, obviously I don't mind cursing but when you're saying fuck EVERY other word...I do mind that.
Finally we got back to Nyja's...We went into the house because she left it open for us. Dude and I started cuddling on the couch. That's all it was. Cuddling, I swear.
When Nyja got back, she shepherded everyone into her other dude's car. I don't know that guy's name so we'll just call him Guy.
Stay with me here, okay?
Apparently Guy had rented a hotel room. Yeah.. I thought that was pretty chill. We spread out in the living room of the hotel room and started watching TV. Usually I would drink with Nyja, but I didn't want to be doing all of that when Dude had to drive. I just didn't find it fair to him. It didn't stop him for smoking a blunt with them, knowing that I hate those kind of things around me. It seems that Dude also picked up smoking. Which sucked...He dragged me outside with all of them on his smoking break where I latched onto him because of how cold it was. The only nice thing that he did was give me his jacket then, which I promptly returned to him as soon as we got back in. That is one thing that I like about him, even though it annoys me..He wants me by his side. He couldn't even get gas without me walking in with him and waiting by the pump while he pumped it. <3
When we got back in, he didn't say much which was fine. He had to be home by 11 so I told Guy that we needed to go back to his car by 8 because I wanted some time alone with him. Not like that! Maybe..
Turns out that we had to take Justin back home. >.>
We finally got back to my house and I invited him. We went to my room to chill and talk.
Oh my gosh, I almost kicked him out of my house!
He came in my room and started talking about everything in my room, insulting stuff. He literally was judging every bit of my room.. In an insulting way!
On top of that, we have roaches.... I know that's nasty but I can't really do anything about it. I was born there and raised there. I need help from both of my parents to get rid of them and even then, it's expensive and hard.
I understand being bothered by them, but there was no reason for him to be as rude about them as he was. I was almost in tears by the time I walked him out. He just wouldn't stop.  

The Haunting Of The Creepy Pasta

So, I know that I already did my entry tonight...Kind of. Technically it's Sunday.
Who cares though...?
I write this for me, not anyone that may or probably doesn't read it.

A family friend passed away not too long ago and my mom and I just found out recently. My parents went to go visit her mate and stay up with him for awhile, drinking coffee like she used to do. I thought that they'd be back by now, but apparently not.
That's fine though.
It's not too painfully uncommon for me to be left home alone because I am almost eighteen.

I don't do drugs and it's very rare for me to have someone over just because I prefer to go out.

Anyway, I like to read creepy pastas. I even have an entry that goes into details about a lot of Pokemon creepypasta. It's time like this that they decide to haunt you.
It doesn't help that my dog is acting weird.
Okay, it's not acting. My dog IS weird.

I woke up and decided to check my Facebook. While I was on the computer, my dog jumped up and kept pawing at my leg, whining, and wouldn't leave me alone! Oh my gosh, it's super annoying. >..>
He does it when my door is closed and he wants out. Sometimes, very rarely, he'll do it when he wants me to hold him.
I eventually caved, got my laptop, and made my way to the bed with the assumption that he would jump in bed and join me.
That wasn't what he wanted. I still don't know what he wanted, but he's walking around and staring at stuff. >.>
I'm easily freaked out sometimes, okay? I believe in ghosts. Don't judge me.

SMFH 4 Guys Right Now

Ugh, I'm just so frustrated right now. I got in a big fight with an ex of mine. We have still been friends.... Kind of. He messages me randomly when he feels like it and I message him when I'm bored. We barely hang out, maybe once every few months.
All the same, I still kind of like him. I can't help that. He was my first real boyfriend.
When I say real, I mean that we actually did things together, kissed, and people recognized us as a couple.
I had other guys, but they weren't real boyfriends. We went places and said we were dating, but it wasn't recognized for real.
Does that make sense?

Anyway!
We got in a fight because he keeps promising to come see me but he never does. Last week, he said he was going to come see me today so I set aside my Saturday for him.
He called me at eight in the morning....I am NOT a morning person so calling me that soon is NOT cool. Not cool at all.
He kept calling and texting until my vibrating phone woke me up, then he insisted that he couldn't text so I had to call him.
Eventually I caved and did just that.
He said that he couldn't come see me until four. I was pretty chill with that. I figured that  I would just sleep until two. Come two, I would get up to clean my room and then get ready.
Well, it's six thirty and he's not here!
Why?
I asked my mom if she was still cool with him coming over.
She said no.

I hate when my mom catches on to things before me by the way.
She's a mom. She's supposed to think that kids are innocent. Hell, if I don't catch on, she shouldn't.

Anyway, I told him that if we hung out that we would have to go somewhere else .
He seemed to have lost interest then...
He's willingly come when I ask to go to a dark movie theater, come to my house, and places like that....But we can't go to the park?

I guess I was already questioning him because he was always trying to talk dirty and grabbing on me, but I didn't want to accept where his intentions were.
He wasn't like that when we were dating.
Anyway, he asked if we could chill tomorrow knowing that we're both busy people. I told him no. I had already made plans.
I had set aside my entire day for him. He better be damn lucky that I didn't waste my expensive eyeliner for him or I'd be hella mad.
Oh, the reason that he didn't want to come see me today was that I have plans with someone else tonight for a short while. He said that he wanted an entire day with me....
If that was the case, how come you wanted to go to a festival until four?
That is NOT an entire day. I'm sorry that my plans at eleven tonight ruin your entire day with me.

Maybe I'm just overreacting because I'm already aggravated with all the dudes that have been trying to get into my pants lately. 

It's The Victim's Fault

.......Said no one ever!
Oh, yeah....Wait a moment.

That was Wardyinski's defense in tonight's school board meeting. Kids may get raped, beaten, even killed, but it's not our problem! It's their fault! Why is it their fault?
Because they aren't where they're supposed to be.

Umm....The cases that we were talking about involved a girl leaving an after-school activity, a girl with permission to go to the restroom, and a girl that was bullied in gym.
I'm a little lost at what he means..
I thought that I was supposed to participate in school events and when a teacher told me I can go potty, that it's totally okay. As for gym, well, I don't take it, but this girl did. So I'm not supposed to go to my classes?

Wait, Anna, slow down on the angry rant! What the hell are you talking about?

Okay, okay...

I attended the school board meeting with my mom and several other people as a concerned citizen. We got there early, held signs that said "Stop the violence, end the silence" and talked to the news about different cases of bullying. After that, we went into the school board meeting.
It was pretty boring, talking about buildings and money. Then, we got to citizen talking.
The first person that stood up was the mother of the girl in the Butler incident.
She talked about her daughter and how her safety was compromised when the super intendent told what school she was being transferred to. Her daughter had permission to go to the bathroom during class and while in there got jumped and stripped. Let it be known that two of the three attackers are still in school with her.
Then I went. I talked about my friend that was raped after school. She had stayed after to help sell Lee memorials from the old building as a Creative Writing fundraiser. Of course, this to was swept under the rug.
Third went another woman with our group. She spoke about the bullying and how she couldn't be pushed down because she was a nobody. Unlike my GSA, they couldn't take any school clubs from her. They couldn't fire her. They couldn't harm her.
Fourth went a man who's son was harmed at recess and the school didn't handle it properly. They let the hurt boy stay hurt without informing the parents.
Lastly went an old woman who demanded that they forget their 'damn buildings' and pay attention to the kids.

After, Wardyinski closed by telling us that the behavior problems had gone down. The only problems left were because the kids weren't where they were supposed to be....
Umm, even then, it's your job to take care of them.
Also, these kids were where they were supposed to be!

Prick.

Getting Sick Sucks

Go figure that I get sick. -.- I get sick so easily that it's not funny.
Sunday I attended a rally for the protests that will be taking place this week in defense of the girl in the Butler incident I have mentioned several times.
I was totally fine then. -,-
Now I've come down with what I think is tonsilitis.
I have a stuffy but runny nose, congested chest and throat, when I take a deep breath, it whistles, I have white spots on my throat, it hurts to cough, but I want to cough up this phlem. ;-; 
I can't even go to the doctor until November first. Not that I want to, I hate the doctor.

It started around Monday, but didn't really hit until Tuesday and Wednesday. Actually, now that I think about it, I was a bit off Sunday night. I kept having to blow my nose.

GSA, School Board, & Fear of Losing Jobs

I started a GSA. We've only had it two weeks before my sponsor told me that she couldn't do it anymore. She has been talking about dropping us, but I didn't think it would be this fast.
She called me out of class to tell me that she was done with it. Apparently someone told her that I posted on my Facebook wall, we were going to talk about our super intendent, Wardyinski. That was all it took to scare her into dropping it.
I never once said that we were going to use a meeting to talk about him. I've actually gotten in touch with a bunch of people to come and talk about LGBTQ things from transgendered people, stonewall, and even local groups that they can help with.
I, however, am going to be attending the school board meeting Thursday to speak out about the injustice in our schools and what should be done about it. I was also on the news last night speaking out against it. People are being beaten in our hallways! Raped, stripped, beaten, even killed and nothing is being done about it.
Teachers are so afraid to have their name in anything. This isn't the first time that she's told me not to do something because she was afraid for her job. I don't understand how my speaking out against the injustice will make her lose her job or even connect back to her, but it doesn't matter.
I was so excited to, now I kind of feel like I'm going to cry. I know a lot of new members that were going to join and I was so happy that I had got what everyone seemed to think would be interesting guests.

I never thought that it could be this much trouble to start a school club. I had to push to get it past the principals, ask every teacher to be a sponsor, and fight all the hate. Kids are afraid to come because students have been talking bad about it. I hear from the kids that do come that people in their class act like it's a joke and talk down on it. Our signs get ripped down and drawn all over. We get lectured when we follow the rules and told that we haven't and now we just don't have a club anymore. Within a matter of minutes.
I don't know what to do, I kind of feel like giving up.