Tuesday, February 6, 2007

This morning wasn't a rush at all, amazingly, until I realized I forgot my backpack inside when I started driving down the street.

I have English IV today, Chemistry, and Journalism. I'm hoping that I don't end up staying forever in a day today. 1:20 is the end of my day so I'm hoping to be out of here by that time.

Ungh. It's time for Stewart's class.
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GRR. I forgot to take my medicine today. I have been doing so well taking it every morning. I knew I forgot to when my stomach started hurting.

I can't wait to get out of here today. I want to go home and play with Trouble. She reminds me of my cat Midnight that I had when I was younger.

I managed to find several old flat irons of mine. I'm making do with what I have now. Mom can't afford another Wigo, so I'm using my ancient one. It smells like burnt hairspray though. Eww.
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No, Robyn, the pills aren't serious pills, just birth control Well their serious in the sense that they help my acne somewhat and I don't have "irregular cycles." Plu7s it helps the pain a little... not much though.
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Last night when he called, he asked me why I don't talk to him anymore. It simply boils down to, we don't, we don't have time to really talk. I told him that he mainly just comes home, starts tokin up, and b.s.'s the rest of the night until he goes to sleep. Communication is a big ZERO. And it's pointless to be in a "relationship" when there isn't one really going on. I am now feeling more in charge now rather than having no authority in my "relationship."

Monday he did not come over, as I told you guys that I felt that he wasn't going to anyways. I'm just tired of having to tell him how he can be romantic and how he can surprise me. It's not so surprising when you already know about everything. I'm sick of coaching someone on how to make me happy and how to help our "relationship."

And about the talking thing, we just simply don't talk like how we used to when we started dating. Things have become too predictable. Toooooo BORING. I feel badly about writing that but it is the truth.

It would be nice if he would actually make a surprise visit. I took time out of my Thursday to go see him. He can be a considerate "boyfriend" and come and see me UNSCHEDULED. *ahem* *rolls eyes* and this is so hard for him to understand? Pshh. Or for any guy at ALL???????
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In other news, I believe my brother is A-sexual. He'll never get a job and will never have a girlfriend, and he will never move out. He's one of those weirdo's who stays locked up in his room with the video game console constantly on, and sets his alarm clock to play games before he goes to school. And it creeps me out. And he judges EVERYONE negatively no matter what. If you had a Mohawk he would probably call you a pot head or druggie. If you are basically any guy, he'd probably call you a homo, gay, or fag. If you are a girl, he'd probably call you a slut or a whore, even though he has no clue how "babies are made", seriously. I wish mom would just make him get friends like she said she was going to ages ago! He's going to be 17 in July, she needs to do something about it.
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