Friday, October 12, 2007

   tytkst
This is just going to seem dumb. I'm posting when I don't have anything to say, when I've got a midterm in a few hours, and when my arm is so shotty I can barely type, let alone hold a pencil. This is going to be the third time I haven't done homework for Biology, twice in a row. I complete spaced and have no clue what my homework is. I'll just have to get a good grade on the midterm. I'm supposed to get two trys at it, but my time doesn't work out that way. I've got that Astronomy class right after so I can't stay late to make it up next week if I get a bad grade. Well, I probably would since this is more important, but the point is I just need a good grade the first time. There's no way I'm going to that class tonight, not after a midterm. It'll be nice to have a break from it even though the rest of my night is going to be filled with lectures from the parents. Nothing ruins a quiet evening like lousy parents that might care about you.

Oh yeah, I'm screwed with my grandmother. I'm not well liked in my family, except by my grandparents to some degree. I was without a doubt my grandmother's favorite, which if you ever saw her interact with me you wouldn't believe it. She's contantly badgering me to wear make-up, dress-up, and tells me I'm going to Hell. But, yeah, I was her favorite...until last night. She wanted to make a tradition that me, my younger sister, and my cousin all go spend Thanksgiving with her in Philadelphia. I love going to Philly, I was born there, the food rocks, and if you're going to write you won't get a better place for insperation. So, I thought about going. I had a free ticket from the airlines screwing me over so many times. But that was just the problem, I'm always getting screwed by the airlines, so I gave my ticket to my sister which was good because the prices are so high for that time that neither of us could've gone. I just was in Phily a few months ago and I'd flown like six times or something in the passed year. I really didn't want to fly again because now I just really really hate it. So, yeah, I gave my ticket away so my sister could go. She really wanted to go because she, my cousin, and my grandmother are all very similar. Wel, my dad told my aunt, who is also very much like my sister, cousin, and grandmother, that I wasn't going because they're always harrassing me to dress like them and wear make-up. My aunt told my grandmother so I'm out of favor. They do always harrass me, they have my whole life, meaning I'm used to it and ignore it. If they get really bad then I just make sure they see me in the pajamas I wear when I'm with them, a sport bra and shorts. Not very comfortable, I like long pants and a baggy t-shirt, but it makes them shut up for about twelve hours. My grandmother is old and my sister and cousin have bellies, I'm what they want to be but will never be no matter how much they work out or diet. Of course I can only do the fleeting glance thing, otherwise they'd notice my scars. I got lots of those. I think most are from thorn bushes or falling out of trees. Then I got a few to remind me of my ammunity to spider venom.

Wow, my midterm is really soon. I better stop here. Stupid, stupid arm.

SGAH
FYWR
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