Alright, I haven't been here in forever and I guess it feels nice to be back forlittle times I actually do come back.
A few days ago I went to New York and it was supposed to be a vacation. We walked everywhere and my feet ached. I only complained because my cousin told me not to, though. I couldn't resist. We saw two movies, The Invisible and Spiderman 3. My cousin laughed all through The Invisible and I had to tell him to stop laughing because it was making me laugh...It kinda ruined the feel of the movie for me. Still, it was pretty good. Spiderman 3 wasn't all that hot. It was okies at most but I still say Mary Jane should die in one of the movies or something. My goodness, she's a whore.
Anyways, the best day was the last day. We spent over $250 on the first day for dinner because there was 12 of us. It was the worst T.G.I Fridays I’d ever been to. We all had water and it was still over $250. I blame the adults...On the last day we went to this really cool restaurant. I forgot what it was called but if gave you a lot for what you ordered. I ordered a cookies and cream shake only, it was $6.40, and I got at least two servings. They gave me one cup and this container with more in it. It was delicious. My little cousin got a really good looking dessert but he didn’t want the rest so I ate it, almost as good as it looked.
The plane was good until my ear began hurting. It was horrible. I had the worst headache. Still, it was more enjoyable than a so many hour ride in a crowded car.
This week was probably one of the worst this year, too. I had to make up so many tests because of New York. One of which I just finished and turned in today. I was paranoid all day because I hadn’t finished it and completed it in lunch. I avoided my math teacher by all means necessary...It was awful. I jumped every time I heard something even faintly resembling her talking or walking or saw something that looked remotely like her. If that wasn’t bad enough I got hit in the head in P.E.
That’s not exactly what pissed me off about that thing, though. I got hit twice. One girl threw the ball so hard and it hit my neck. It hurt so much I thought I was going to actually have a mark on my neck but I don’t. I was okies about that. I wasn’t going to tell since she apologized right away that it was an accident (although they should be THROWING the stupid lacrosse balls with their HANDS in the first place!) Then after that I got hit on the right side of my face by another lacrosse ball. That pissed me off big time. He didn’t even say sorry right after it hit but I was going to tell anyway so it didn’t make a difference. I told the gym teacher and she comes over and talks about it with the other gym teacher and my glasses got bent out of shape. I bent them back to the best of my abilities, they’re fine now. Still, later during the day in French the vice principal comes and he’s like: “From what I was told it was an accident. They didn’t mean to hit you.” He expected me to actually believe that! I’m sitting there, my head and neck hurt like fucking hell, and I’m already having a bad day. and have to make up a whole trimester of french and he says from what he heard it was an accident. Like I wanna hear that! All I could do was nod.
After he finished his little excuse for them he told me that I looked like I wasn’t believing him and I didn’t. I told him that, for one thing, if they were BOTH accidents why the hell did BOTH of the balls hit me in my FACE. I just nodded after he repeated himself, still not convincing me, and walked away like nothing happened. I hate to be selfish and mean but I wanted repentance (not exactly, but something of the sort)! I get hit in the face TWICE and nothing is wrong but if someone else got hit in the face I bet all hell would’ve broke loose. The principal wouldn’t just go up to them and be all, “It was an accident. They’re not big enough to say sorry so I’ll do it for them.” (At least one of them weren’t) I don’t APPRECIATE being hit in the face. It wasn’t even the kids I was mad at in the end. It was the vice principal. He’d handled that horribly! The way he spoke to me made it sound like I was doing something wrong by being upset by it. He always talks to me that way when I don’t do anything wrong. Something happens to me and he talks to me like I’m the one committing the wrong doing. I wish the assistant principal would’ve done it instead. At least then maybe I could’ve laughed about it in the end.
After school I came home and finally got up the courage to tell my mom about it she said she already knew about it; the VP called her. He’d told her the teacher, the teacher who hadn’t even SEEN what happened, said that it looked like an accident to her and the kids said it was an accident as well.
That was just awful... (I was so angry I almost cried, but I didn’t) My head throbbed for most of the school day and then at the end of the school day I had to take my shot in my arm. They gave me a sucker because I was a regular in the nurses office every Friday and that made my day a little nicer (It was the feeling like when you’re a little kid and you get hurt and you get a treat except I wasn’t hurting from an injury)
Now I’m drowning my anger in Disney’s Mulan, nibbling on a Klondike bar, and planning on sucking my sucker later on...or maybe reading something to cool me down. In a little bit I’ll be shaking from my shots (the medication makes me shake and shiver, I’m already freezing) so yeah.
Anywyas, I hope you all have a better week than I did and if you didn’t I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t even be complaining about this in the first place. I’m just really upset and moody. Writing helps me vent more than talking about it does. Well, take care everyone! Byeness.
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