I never thought I'd hate you.

I feel betrayed.
I'm so angry.
And sad enough to puke.
This is the kind of feeling that gets people hurt.

At least I didn't kill us.

"Yeah, that's generally a positive thing." Was the response I got from my driving partner. I had my first driving session of driver's training today and it went kind of okay. Yesterday my Dad took me to a local cemetery to try driving for the first time and it was a disaster. He makes me incredibly nervous. Every time I made the tiniest mistake he'd start yelling. So when we got home I felt stupid and cried appropriately. Driving with an instructor is much easier and less creepy than driving past graves. Ya digg?

My driving partner is a guy named Mike. He's a Junior from another high school around here. I drove first and proved that I was a noob. Then he got behind the wheel and drove perfectly. An awkward conversation took place in the front while I texted in the back.

Instructor: "You've obviously done this before. Who takes you driving?"
Mike: "I usually just drive myself around."
Instructor: "....when I go up north I let my ten-year-old son drive on my lap."

Bravo. It was pretty funny. Mike is kind of "gangster" but he seems nice. We both got to sit on a stupid yellow bench while waiting for our parents to pick us up. We made fun of this man walking down the street while using a Bluetooth ear piece. Good times. Goooood times.

The weather today.

The sudden change in humidity has ruined my mood and health. I always get sinus pressure and head aches when it's suddenly humid. Blehh, people want to stay the night and all I want to do is sit in as little clothing as possible and drink green tea. I woke around noon today and played some Pokemon. I'm halfway through the Elite Four, +1 pwnage point for me. Then my Mother and Brother dragged me out of bed to go shopping. I needed some jeans.

We stopped at the pet store for cat food first. Pet stores make me all giddy and loving. I pet any animal I can get my hands on. Even the rats, which my Mom hates, get cooed at. There was a young adult cat by the name of Muffin in a cage up for adoption. I want him. Very, very much. MEOW.

Ramble, ramble, ramble. My Mom bought me sexy underwear, which was awkward but whatever. I begged for her to buy me the first season of Glee and prevailed. My Brother just went out with his evil girlfriend to look at corsages and boutineers for prom. Mrehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wish SOMEONE would ask me to go. It's not like he has a date or anything. And jeez, I'mma frickin' Goddess. How could he NOT ask me? Pshhhh. (I hope you picked up on that heavy sarcasm.)

Welp, I'm off to watch Glee for the rest of the day and consume unnecessary calories. Yay Tuesday.

Since no one actually reads this..

I am going to confess to something. I just have to get it out. I HAVE to tell someone. I'm just so excited and proud.

Last night/early morning, I broke my first major rule in my teenage lifetime. I was originally sleeping over a friend's house with a few people. By eleven all of them were either drifting to sleep or consumed in a laptop. I was bored, to say the least. Another friend started to text me, text me about going bowling. Bowling is one of my ultimate weaknesses. If you happen to be a semi-attractive male who enjoys literature AND bowling, I will marry you. ANYWAY, I summoned up as much courage as I could and typed "Sure? I'll go." The deed was done. I had just made a major decision. From being a good daughter, who's never done anything wrong except the occasional lie and back talking, to the SUPAH DANGEROUS REBEL BAMF!!!!

I stole a pair of my friend's jeans and asked two of the boy's to unlock the front door at 1:40 so I could get back into the house. My rebellious behavior provoking friend picked me up. I had on jeans, socks and my pajama shirt. We were off to the lanes where we would be meeting a certain friend who happens to be a clever and attractive boy (a second weakness of mine) for an hour of bowling. We ended up staying much, much longer than that. I called the sleepy people and said I'd just be going home, feigning sick. They understood and I arrived at my humble abode at 2:23 am. I showered and then fell asleep. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED! I SNUCK OUT OF A HOUSE! APORIUIDJFNAJSDHASUDSAIXOKAMNDWYRIUASDAPOSDJKWCNMWA*UUXOIDNMASDOC. :D

Urghghghghghhhhhh

Life is poop. 'Nuff said.

I just feel like typing...

I'll probably stop this half way through and end up deleting it. Woo, optimism!

Tonight was a good tonight. (Thank you, BEP) I went bowling with my best friend and her boyfriend. I bowled a pretty bad first game, 112. But then I got a 160 followed by a 148. So, that's pretty awesome. I have a meet tomorrow and hopefully it won't be a total disaster. We then ventured to the local Chinese restaurant. It's tiny and fantastic. Many dirty jokes took place. We also pretended to be southern pagent Moms from Toddlers and Tiaras. We're winners.

I'm currently painting my nails pale pink, listening to The Killers and checking Facebook every six seconds to see if anyone liked or commented my clever post. They probably won't. I usually don't watch the Super Bowl. Bahaha, I just realized that I was bowling when the Super Bowl started. Ohh, word play. I do, however, like muscular men in tight pants. Yum.

Ramble, ramble, ramble. I should check the laundry and see if my uniform's clean. Actually, I think it's in the hamper next to me, full of dirty clothes. Awesome. Yeah, I just checked and it was. It's all wrinkled and smells gross. Ew. My Dad's not going to be happy. Having to clean a bowling uniform during half time. Oh garsh, I'm just a fun-sucker, huh?

Woo, we made it! I finished a blog. Celebrations are in order.

Stuck at home....again.

My Grandfather (who lives in Florida) is visiting. He's been here since Sunday. And I haven't been allowed to go out at all. I know I may sound like a bratty teenager but COME ON.

When I was a kid I used to cry and beg for him to stay longer than just a few days. Time after time he left, saying he'd see me next Christmas or Easter or whatever. And now, how can he expect me to stop my life just because he decided to show up? It's just frustrating.

I'm currently watching a show on TLC about a morbidly obese family. It makes me feel super, super skinny. And at the same time I want to loose more weight. I swear to god though, this girl is sixteen and her arm is thicker than my face. I don't know how you could let yourself get like that. It weirds me out, dude.

I feel bad for not writing more. What do you guys like (if you guys are out there...)? Short or long? I'll try to stick to medium sized ones.