Have a video from me. :] EAT LOTS OF TURKEY/TOFURKEY.

First of all, I realize that I'm 'young and don't need to be worrying about this now, because I can always change my mind and crap later!' Okay? I REALIZE THIS. THANKS BUT NO THANKS.

( And here's the actual story. )

So my mama rescued a stray doggie.

And HOLY SHIT HE'S FUCKEN HUGE.

It's this GINORMOUSLJDFJLDSJf German Shepard puppy — PUPPY, LIKE EIGHT OR NINE MONTHS OLD, AND IS AS BIG AS A WORG — and his name's Lucky. He's uber friendly and happy and peppy and obedient. But my dogs hate him. We've got him in our backyard while Baby and Tinkerbelle are locked in the house. We called the number on the tag and I think Mom's gonna call the pound or something, but I just wanna PLAY WITH HIM HE'S SO CUTE AND SO FUCKING HAPPY.

And it's a boy. I just made the title that because it was convenient.

Okay, that's a little dramatic. But still. I'm usually good in school at all the subjects that I consider to matter in life: English, History, Science. For the most part, there isn't much comprehension. It's just memorize, regurgitate. But now I've been put in a math class and I keep failing everything, and since I have to do a lot at home, I fail at home, and then I don't even have a teacher to help me and tell me what I did wrong. It makes me feel so freaking stupid. :/

Well, public school hasn't been the nightmare I imagined it would be. I mean, I still think most of it's asinine ('Drake, you can't have pepper spray. It's a weapon.' 'Drake, you can't have a pocket knife, it's a weapon.' 'Drake, you say 'good morning' when someone says it to you.' 'Drake, say the pledge of allegiance with everyone else.'), but I get work done much faster. I've already finished three classes. :D I have like, 18 more credits to finish, but hey, I'm workin on it. Also, my Biology teacher is a Trekkie, so we get a long pretty well. And my English teacher is a fantasy nerd, so we're always geeking out about LotR. And I'm the only redhead in my class, so it makes me feel special.

I got invited to the Angels of Isis, which is one of Isis's dance performing companies, so YAY. First meeting on October seventh! *dancedance* I might be going to the dance party (haffla) on Saturday, but I don't wanna go alone, so I'm considering bribing Genny/Taryn to go with me with a promise that I'll buy their tickets. I told Annie, one of the teachers there, that I didn't want to go because I don't really have any 'dance friends.' And she was like, "Oh, don't worry! I'll sic my son on you! He's intelligent and funny and blhaskjdfljsd.' And then I was like O_O Um... does it sound like I'm being pimped out, or what? No. So I'll try to bring my own friends instead of having one 'sicked on me.'

Also, might see the new Star Trek movie again in the dollar theater on Sunday. Only because I want to see Chekov running through the Enterprise going I KEN DO ZAT I KEN DO ZAT! AUGH he's so cuddly! I JUST WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM AND KEEP HIM FOREVER. ...Is that creepy of me?

Long story short, my brother has absolutely no respect for me. He has his stupid, loud, obnoxious friends over practically every day, ALL day, so I'm always having to run back to Mommy's room to do my homework because I can't concentrate because they're too DAMN LOUD. All they do is play video games and computer games and blast their crappy music and laugh and yell at the top of their lungs and I'm TIRED OF ITTT.

( Rest of my whining behind the cut. )

Or maybe a lot.

( Okay, so I cheated. A lot. BUT WHO'S GONNA FIND OUT? )

( Part two! )

I bragged about how I made a snarky expression and got my ID taken in my Slytherin uniform, and now there's proof! ...Kind of.

( I kind of scratched a lot of stuff out, but that's just because I'm trying to lower my stalker count. Surely you understand. )

Just a short little emo moment here. I'm just tired of my dad being ill. Not tired in the 'goddamn why won't he just get fucking better?' way but in the 'I'm tired of him hurting all the time' way. Cancer twice, open heart surgery, lost use of his left hand, can't walk faster than a grandma stride, gout, heart working 1/3rd the amount it should... It's just been weighing down on me lately. I mean, when I think about it I get a little sad, but lately the gout in his hand got infected.

From what I understand without looking it up, gout is caused by a rapid increase or drop in uric acid levels, causing crystals to form in the joints. All my dad's medicines fuck with his uric acid levels, so he's constantly gouting up. And of course, it's in his RIGHT hand! His left hand is a dead fish, and he can barely use his right one half the time to do more than henpeck emails and wipe his ass. And now the gout in his finger is infected, so he can use it LESS. I had to make his breakfast for him this morning and I could tell he was just utterly shamed that he couldn't even spoon rice into a bowl. It's very depressing to watch. We were gonna play WoW this morning, but I don't think he can because he can barely touch anything. I'm not sure he'll be able to play D&D tomorrow either. And now everyone realizes how much of a dork Drake really is.

Anyway, I told myself I wouldn't make this LJ way too whiny, so I'll stop here. I was just venting I guess. :] I don't expect anyone to really read this, so I'm not gonna ask for hugs or anything.